By: Unknown Author
Lucas joined the swim team two
weeks into the season. As the team captain, I arrived early to help him catch
up before the other members arrived. When he arrived wearing swim trunks
instead of the required practice Speedo, I provided him with a spare from the
locker room.
When Lucas took unusually long to
change, I went back to the locker room to check on him and found him turning
side to side in front of the mirror. The reason quickly became obvious when my eyes
dropped to his Speedo, which was stretched to its absolute limits by a huge
bulge.
"Whoa," I blurted,
"I think you need a bigger Speedo. You're about ready to bust out of that
one."
Lucas chuckled, continuing to
admire his reflection from various angles. "Yeah, I was just thinking the
same thing."
"Yeah, that one's definitely
too small for you," I remarked, grabbing a larger size and tossing it to
him.
Without hesitation, he slipped out of the first Speedo right in front of me. My gaze naturally drifted to his crotch, and I couldn't help but stare at the size of his cock and balls—his soft cock hung long, and his balls were egg-sized! As he maneuvered into the larger swimsuit, subtle movements left him semi-erect, with the tip poking out the top.
Hoping to defuse any tension with
humor, I laughed and said, "Good luck trying to fit yourself in there,
now," acknowledging his semi-erection.
"Yeah. Fucking dick's got a
mind of its own," he chuckled before sitting on the bench and openly stroking
himself through the Speedo as though I were invisible.
His semi-erection quickly
developed into a full one. Catching me watching him—and noticing my own boner
clearly visible through my Speedo—he flashed a grin and asked, "Wanna
join?"
"Sure," I shrugged. "I
guess it's better than just waiting around," I finished, playing it
nonchalant.
Inside, however, I was racing
with anticipation—excited from watching him masturbate his big dick in front of
me, and the thought of masturbating my own in front of him.
I sat down nearby and loosened
the drawstring on my own Speedo, prompting him to push the front of his down
beneath his balls. He started to stroke his impressive nine-inch length as I pulled
my Speedo down beneath my balls just as he had done. While my length didn't
match his, I made up for it in thickness.
And he noticed.
He looked over at my hard dick as
soon as I exposed it. "Damn, that's a fat cock!" he said, and then just
reached over and wrapped his other hand around the base of my shaft.
I gasped in surprise, letting my
own hand drop away to watch him stroke me. Soon, I mirrored his action,
reaching over to grip the base of his hard cock, and he immediately let go and
let me take over.
It felt incredible to stroke
something so big, and I quickly reached down and used my free hand to fondle
his egg-sized balls. Soon, he shot the biggest load I have ever seen, sending
thick ropes flying across his chest, stomach, and the bench.
The sight of this sent me over
the edge, and I started cumming, too, shooting all over my stomach and his hand.
Following a quick cleanup, we
silently tucked ourselves back into our Speedos and walked out onto the pool
deck as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Unfortunately, it has
remained a singular, unspoken moment between us ever since.
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