Speedo bulges and ball sacks
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I swim - and have done since I can remember.... maybe that's why I have a thing for speedos. Who knew eh? Growing up surrounded by hot bods in bulging speedos at about eye level and then filling them nicely myself.
I love wearing them at the pool and love the pool showers even more - you with me?
Oh yeah - you cannot just go to a pool locally if it has some dodgy segregated showers with thick wooden doors and just no potential for the imagination at all - you really need to be prepared to travel for a bit and look carefully for somewhere where action has its potential - or at least a place where you can grab an eyeful. Am I right?
THIS, I learnt before I could even drive.... but then had the freedom of a motorised scooter, which meant distances became shorter and no more long bus journeys to get to the places I wanted to be - and be seen.
Checking out the showers, I would look for things like partitions. Is there a gap at the bottom? Is there enough of a gap between the tiles on the wall and the beginning of the partition that (when wet) you can see the reflection of a nice cock in the cubicles either side? How about shiny tiles on the floor to be able to get a downward, upward view?
The best that scores all the points with me is a room that has a host of nozzles and soap dispensers dotted around - that way, you have an excuse to move around when the soap near you suddenly 'runs out' and you know that the speedo bulge that just walked in and is starting to soap up has loads - so you wander over and get to ask (and catch an eyeful while showing off your own)
Saunas are great but steam rooms are MUCH better - you get to steam up without overheating and there's lots of opportunities to 'wipe off' the condensation on your body, rubbing your hands down your abs, bouncing over your cock bulge and having to take your speedo off to wring it out and show off the goods.
My latest find is a pool about 20 minutes ride away called... let's say Renny's.
Renny's is unique as it has a Roman bath as well as Asian inspired showering - you know, the sit down and wash type before having a soak.
They also have shower cubicles but they are the best type - shiny tiles and a gap between the tiles and partition to give you a great view of the cock next door.
The other thing is that there are 5 of these, so at least 3 of them have views both left and right and because there's so few, there are so many opportunities for cock viewing.
I'd finished my laps for the day and could not wait to take my first shower at Renny's. It was quite busy for a mid-morning and the crowd was mixed but most of those using the pool were in speedos and seemed keen on their swimming with tight figures and nice bulges.
I was a bit daring on that first day as I wore my red speedo with wide, white stripes either side of the bulge pouch and if you position your cock in a certain way, you can see the head of my cock through the white fabric (well... a bit of tinkering with the lining enabled that to be a feature!)
I would time things right to be climbing out of the pool when someone I fancied was walking down the poolside and in a few swift movements, slide out of the water, perch my bulge on the side of the pool, get one leg up and in a smooth movement, land on both my feet, poolside.
I'd then run my fingers through my hair to push any back that had covered my eyes, giving me a secret moment to see if their eyes wandered down my slim waist to my robin red breast (or bulge!) cock showing speedos.
And, to cover my eyes for s split second to grab a cheeky glance at their bulge!
Headed to the showers and gave the Asian sitting style a miss this time - there were more visits to explore that area. I liked the showers with shiny tiles.
The changing area was directly in front of the showers and ran lengthwise - so anyone entering was greeted with a whole lot of towels and clothes slung over hooks, waiting for their owners to return.
This created a bit of a laundry room cum rainforest where you had to part the fronds of the ferns to glimpse the bathing beauties beyond.
I grabbed my shower gel and towel, headed for the second shower from the left figuring that most guys would avoid the central one, opting to take a wall or left of center instead.
It wasn't long when I was rewarded with a shower mate.
Slim, tall and in a blue speedo - dark and mysterious, not really showing much of a bulge (as dark colours do... or don't as is the case)
He turned on the shower next to me and I watched while I soaped up my own bulge, feeling my cock grow in anticipation.
He quickly slipped off his speedo and a nice looking cock sprung out - still a bit fuzzy in the reflection as there wasn't enough water flow on there yet - but a big enough outline to have my interest.
He washed up and I headed over to the partition - unknotting my speedo string and letting my cock free to spring out and hang over. I washed things there, knowing that he could full well see my cock in the reflection.
Maybe he was in a rush as, although his cock seemed to get to the 45 angle, he made a move, turned off the shower and left.
Things were quiet for a bit but I heard the same shower go again.
Hoping he's changed his mind, I started slow, but this time, pulled out the cock n balls all at once.
Having them suspended over the speedo waistband was kind of hot as it made everything spring upwards, except for my sack which slapped down against the fabric, but that felt good.
I soaped things up while eyeing a thick, tanned cock reflected against the wall. Nice tan lines and things were certainly growing - we had a winner here.
After only a few moments, he placed his hand against the wall - flat so his final two fingers seemed to 'accidentally' cross the boundary between our two cubicles, at about waist height, naturally. Like he was picking up the soap and lost his footing....
I stepped forward and kept stroking.
His fingers moved more onto my side of the shower wall.
I rubbed the head of my cock against his fingers.
He didn't move.
Until he did....
He withdrew his right hand and I figured it was all over.
No - he turned around and stood with his back to the tiles and slid his left hand, palm up, between the wall and the partition.
He wanted to play.
I needed to get an eyeful of this cock...
I stepped forward and placed my cock n sack in his willing hand.
He spent time feeling up my sack before moving his cock up to the shaft of my hard cock, throbbing with excitement.
His cubicle was quite dim - the light above it was not directly over the top of the showering area (of which, yes, reader, I took note) so I couldn't make out all of him.
But - nice cock - stiff as a board and he was stroking as fast as I was breathing from this fucking horny interaction.
I wanted to smash down the partition there and then and let him take me - in the showers, while others wandered in and watched him destroy my ass and me explode cum so far it would hit the far wall.
I wanted it so bad.
I didn't have to wait long. All of a sudden his hand disappeared and the shower was turned off.
I was a little confused -- we were having fun.
I turned my own shower off and reached through the curtain for my towel as my cock was throbbing so bad it was about to explode.
I wrapped my towel around me and opened the curtain.
He was standing right in front of me, bending over, towelling himself down -- and damn... what an ass.
I stepped out -- the space was quite narrow between the shower cubicles and the bench for dressing and with him bending down, my bulging cock accidentally rubbed up against that fine ass. He didn't seem to mind, in fact pushed back a bit into the front of my towel, sending thrills up my spine.
I reached forward and grabbed his waist with both hands and felt the warmth of his skin after the hot shower. Things were going to get hot. Much hotter....
He stood up and turned around with a raging hard cock. Dark, uncut with low hanging balls like mine. Trimmed, dark pubes lead upward to a fine trail of hair to his navel. Those `lines' on either side that simply drive me mad when seeing hot guys like this one in a speedo.
Dark, bedroom eyes and a cheeky grin met my gaze. But he quickly knelt, tugged at my towel and started worshiping my cock.
My towel disappeared, pooling at my feel and he caught me by surprise as rather than taking a while mouthful of my cock, went under and managed to get a huge mouthful of my ball sack. Looking up at me and my throbbing cock slapping against my abs, that cheeky grin turned into a lusty glance before closing those beautiful eyes and savouring every inch of my balls.
I watched as he sucked, licked and gently tugged at my sack -- each time slapping my hard cock against my abs.
I let a glob of spit rain down on my cockhead and watched it slide down the shaft a bit before starting to stroke my own cock, savouring the pleasure of my balls being expertly washed.
The thing is, with the arrangement of clothes and towels, we weren't alone and neither of us in our lust and excitement, noticed until there was a slight clearing of a throat....
We both jumped (as you do) and quickly tried to grab our towels from the floor to cover our hard cocks.
He was about 5'9'', about 45 and fit -- blonde and hazel eyed, tapping his wedding band on the metal hook that must had held a towel at one point. Still in his speedo (notably light blue with a red lightning bolt across the front).
We both looked a bit sheepish and tried to hurriedly cover up but he stood his ground and simply said, `No. I want to watch'.
It felt like we were being blackmailed -- put on a show or we'd be thrown out.
Well, it wasn't too bad a deal. He only wanted to watch....
I tentatively moved my towel around while exchanging a glance at my Mediterranean friend.
I shrugged and sat down on the towel strewn bench and looked up at him, reached out and pulled at the towel tucked into his waist.
`C'mon then', I said and dropped it to the floor.
His cock was soft but started to show signs of growth.
Taking his growing cock inside my mouth, I ran my tongue around the inside of his foreskin to lick up the precum that made it all slimy and smacked my lips, diving in for more. His cock quickly started to grow and I tugged on his smooth ballsack -- this meant his cock leapt in my mouth and the head grew pleasingly. (Who else likes a soft cock that grows in their mouth?!)
I kept up a strong rhythm, taking the whole shaft down to the base -- smelling his pubes of shower gel and sweat.
Trying to keep quiet in our face fucking, I was concentrating on sliding that foreskin back with one hand and suck the bulbous head with my mouth while tugging his ball sack with my other.... But managed a side glance to Mr Married man to my left.
Fuck me! It might have been short, but this bloke was sporting a thick, beer can cock with a massive head ridge desperately trying to burst out of the waistband of his speedo -- just casually standing there with his elbow resting on the wooden joist.
This made me so horny I could not hold it back, so as I thew my towel off and stroked my cock for just a few moments, cum spewed out -- all over my legs, the bench, the floor and dribbled down my ball sack to just drip all over the floor beneath me.
My mouth was full of cock and with a similar glance, my face fucking friend noticed Mr Married's bulge too and thrusted deeper and deeper. At one point he reached out with one hand to offer to grab the (let's face it... it was thicker than my wrist) arm wrapped in a speedo holding an apple... but Mr Married just shook his head and covered his cock with his hand.
This didn't deter my face fucking friend.... My hand worked his foreskin back and forth while he slid his cock in and out of my mouth before letting out a final guttural moan and shooting his load down my willing throat.
Sliding a slippery cum covered cock out of my mouth, I looked up and we made eye contact.
With a nod, I was congratulated on my oral skills and we both looked down to the amount of cum covering the floor.
I wasn't kidding by the amount of cum I was saving up. One wrong step and someone would be taking a slippery trip to Accident & Emergency.
We looked around and Mr Married unhooked a few towels from the hanging towel collection and threw them to us.
`Better clean up eh?', he said before giving us a split second to admire that thick appendage before wandering off to the Asian bathing / Roman bath area, leaving us a little bewildered but balls drained.
Shit', my Med friend said, I think I need another shower......'
In my mind, I took the shower to the right of the middle shower, thinking that if I was lucky, I might be able to recover for round 2.