Gay Erotic Stories

Down by the shore is a stretch of beach frequented by men. Few will venture further pass the outcrops but us boys. Someone called that stretch "Speedo Beach" and the name is justified for a larger percentage of men wearing speedos. For the longest time I would wear some cut-offs or my good old swim trunks.

Last month I was in the "big city" and found time to visit a men oriented sex shop. They had a large selection of speedos and thongs, in all colors and sizes. I purchase four of them before my common sense kicked in. Once in my hotel room I tried them on. Two were OK, offering good coverage if low on the waist, one is white and the other blue, like my eyes. The third, a black one, is very small, cut very low at the waist and my ass cheeks hang out by an inch. My pubic hair would have shown but for being shaved off. The last is nothing but a thong, no ass coverage, just a pouch to hold my genitals and some strings. If I would have the time I would have returned the last two but...

The weekend following the above visit, I went to "Speedo Beach" wearing the blue one. At first I kept on my t-shirt and was very conscious of the others looking at me. I found a spot to lay my towel and enjoyed the sun. One man around my age walked by me a few times, closer every time. He was wearing more or less the same speedo as me, minus the T-shirt.

Finely he gave me a positive comment, "Love the way your bulge looks in your swim trunks".

"Thanks", I replied, "Your look wonderful too".

He went on, "I have a hard time finding these in town. This one I had to order from a mail house and the shipping was more then the cost. Where did you find yours?"

We got talking by our frustration to find nice swim attire as he sat down next to me. Facing me, his legs were parted and his bulge was at my eye level as we chatted about this and that. After 10 minutes or so, another fellow approached us and introduced himself as Bill's buddy. I was sorry to see both leaving a few minutes later.

Being light skin, I knew that if I was to remain on this beach, I would look like a lobster in no time, so I took my leave.

The following weekend, I wore the white one and thrown the smaller black one in my bag with my towel and some sunscreen lotion. I found my spot and was spreading some lotion on my chest and the front part of my legs when Bill came by and offered to spread some lotion on my back. I stretched on my stomach and he got down on his knees next to me. He took his time to rub my back while commenting on my speedo. His touch and the conversation topic got the better of me and my cock started to get hard. Bill got more lotion and started to cover my legs, starting with my lower calves and working his way up.

"You will need some lotion on your upper thighs or you will be unable to sit down for a few days" as he proceeded to rub my upper legs. If I was excited before, now I was even more. Not only did he cover my upper thighs with lotion, he also spread some on my inner thighs and "accidentally" touched my ball sac a number of times.

"OK. You are good to go", Bill said.

I lift my head and turned to face him with the intention to say thanks...but I was not able to pronounce a single word for his cock was out of his speedo and looking straight at me. Upon seeing me looking at his private parts, Bill said, "Oops. It fell out. This speedo is stretch from over use and is the only one I have. Sorry", as he returns his cock into his speedo.

"Eh. I got a spare one in my bag that you can used", I replied without thinking. I lifted myself off my towel to find my cock so excited that it was pushing my speedo away from me. It was Bill's turn to be speechless.

I reached in my bag and pulled out the black one, offering it to Bill.

"Be right back", he said as he took leave to change behind some scrubs. Bill was next to me in a few seconds wearing a very proud hard-on that my small black speedo would never hide.

" WOW!!!! I like this speedo", said Bill. "Look how nice it fits me", he said turning around to show me his nice ass cheeks hanging below the cloth. "Where can I find one of these for me?"

Again, we got on the topic of purchases and we forgot our ragging boners for a few moment. It wasn't long before we both made a beeline to the scrub area to deal with our extended members. It was a fun afternoon. We both promise to meet again at Speedo Beach the next weekend.

Hoping that Bill would return my black speedo, I showed up wearing nothing under my cut-offs. Not so. Bill was wearing my black speedo and offered to buy it at double the price I paid. Seeing how delicious he looked in it, I could not say no then remembered that all I had with me was the thong. With premonition I left Bill for a short moment and headed to the scrub area to change into the thong. To tell a long story short, I was the hit of the day. Bill's buddy and everyone in the neighborhood came to have a closer look at me.

This weekend, I showed up at Speedo Beach to find most guys wearing thongs. Somehow "Speedo Beach" will need to be rename.