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Steven and I had been weight training together at the gym for almost a year; a mutual friend had introduced us because Steven was looking for a new training partner. Steven had been into serious weight training for a long time and he looked great. He was just about six feet tall and had really well developed and defined muscles, not big and bulky like a bodybuilder but slim and highly toned like an athlete – good looking too. He had a six-pack I could only dream about. He’d obviously worked hard to achieve a classic ‘V’ shape down to his 32-inch waist. Muscular arms and a tight round butt. He looked so good I almost hated him. And did I mention his smile – wow what a smile. Despite all this Steven was the modest type and didn’t show off. He was slightly insecure and sought my opinion on many subjects; this tended to increase my attraction to him. As we trained we chatted about the usual guy things like sports and TV, and of course we held an equal passion for weight training. It was strange that we never socialized together. We met at the gym for a mutual benefit and then returned to our own separate lives. Steven made it clear in the beginning that he was straight: he talked about ex-girlfriends and relationships, although he confided he wasn’t in a relationship at the moment. He never questioned my sexuality so I assumed he either knew, or didn't care. I adored weight training with Steven; it was the perfect excuse to get up close and personal with a great looking guy. It’s quite natural in the gym to touch and hold your training partner to assist with one exercise or another and then to be touched and held yourself in exactly the same way – God! I felt horny the whole time I was in the place. If he’d ever taken half a glance I’m sure Steven must have been impressed by the apparent size of the dick bulging in my gym shorts. Little did he know that this was due to my constant semi-aroused state. Which reminds me that Steven was well proportioned in the bulging gym shorts category and I had certainly sneaked more than half a glance at him I assure you. He had two main outfits that he wore for the gym that appeared to be washed and changed regularly. My favourite was when he wore a pair of small black nylon/Lycra running shorts of the kind with slits up the side almost to the waist band. These showed off the outline of his dick and balls to great effect. It was complimented by a blue stretch cotton tight fitting vest top that clung to his physique perfectly. Patches of sweat would build up in the small of his back and the centre of his chest that would then slowly spread out to make the vest slightly see-through. This was a great turn-on, heightened by the pheromone effect of his freshly produced perspiration. Recently after a good workout we continued to chat in the shower area. Steven wasn’t shy about his body and always gave me a good full frontal of that perfect body and dick which I yearned to play with. After he’d stripped I prolonged the conversation in order to prolong my exposure to his nakedness. I complimented him on his body especially the lower abdominals, which could not be seen with his shorts on. Impulsively I reached out and traced the contour of his lower abs from the top of his hip to his groin; the back of my hand lightly brushed his pubic hair. The conversation stopped dead but Steven did not recoil or push my hand away; he stood still, pausing as if waiting. The pause was just slightly too long. I should have read the signs but I just wasn't sure. My dick of all things abruptly ended the moment: I could immediately feel my dick pumping itself full of blood; I had no control over a raging hard-on that was about one second away. I grabbed my towel and jumped into the shower cubicle. The silence needed to be broken. "Listen" I said "How about if we go for a swim after training next time, relax a little?" "Sounds good to me," I was relieved to hear him reply, "Do you have a spare pair of swimming trunks I could borrow?" he asked. Silly question really: I had hundreds of pairs of Speedos, all in my size, 31" waist. Speedos have always turned me on since puberty. I love the close, smooth, sensual feeling that just can't be experienced by wearing anything else. I have amassed a great collection over the years. "I think I could fit you out with a pair of Speedos if that's okay," I understated. "No problem," was the reply and the deal was done. I asked how it was that he didn't have any swimwear of his own. He told me that he had a pair of shorts at home but that he was staying with a friend over the next few days and wouldn't get the chance to get home for them. I took this explanation on face value and thought nothing more about it. I was perhaps distracted by the thought of Steven wearing a pair of my Speedos: I was looking forward to getting them back after he'd worn them - perhaps I'd never wash them again after that. That was on a Wednesday and our next training session was on that Friday morning. I chose a pair of older style multi-coloured Speedos for Steven. I'd had them a while so they didn't look brand new, spot on to pass as a spare pair - at one time they'd been my favourites. Having 2 days to ponder Steven's swimwear story, it occurred to me that he might have just made an excuse to obtain an intimate piece of my clothing: after all, he could swim in his gym shorts without any problems. I dismissed this idea as fantasy - but it was a possibility. On Friday we trained without showering then took the short walk to our local pool. We changed in the communal area and I handed Steven the Speedos. He squeezed into them; they just fit but were really too small. He looked great and I was instantly turned on. The tight shiny material highlighted every bump and bulge, every line and shape of his genitals. His dick was folded over to the left and his balls were individually visible just below. He filled those Speedos like I'd never seen before; Speedos were invented for Steven. I wanted him, I was going to have him. My mind was made up. I couldn't help but comment about how good he looked, and as I did so I slapped his butt. He didn't seem to mind and playfully hooked his arm round my neck and wrestled me to my knees. I noted that he had initiated this contact; was this another message? The swim was uneventful, no horsing around or opportunities to make contact, just lots of lengths of the pool - hardly relaxation. Steven was a strong swimmer, much faster than I was. I had to give up long before he'd had enough. When we went back to the changing room Steven stripped off, squeezed the excess water out of the Speedos I'd loaned him, and threw them into his kit bag. He was keeping them! For me this was just more evidence to add to my theory that he wanted a piece of me. I could have asked for them back, but in a way it turned me on to think he might use them to fantasize about me. We agreed we'd swim again the next Friday, but as the week passed I managed to change the idea to a sauna at the same pool complex. Sounded more like relaxation to me than 20 or 30 lengths of a pool. Friday soon came round again and we were changing for our sauna. I couldn’t believe it when I saw Steven again slipping into the Speedos that I’d loaned him the previous week. He looked just as good and I was instantly horny. In the sauna I sat down on the bench and Steven lay down on his back with his head towards me about a foot or so away. It was lunch time so it was quite busy. At one point a couple came in so Steven had to make room; he slid closer to me so that the top of his head was against the side of my upper thigh. As lunch hour drew to a close more and more people left until we were on our own. Steven didn’t move away. In fact he closed his eyes and put his hands under his head to make a pillow and his muscular forearm rested against the top of my leg. For a while I just stared at him. I had never had the opportunity to be so close to him for so long without a lot of weights being involved. I scrutinized every inch of his body, admiring every single slightly tanned muscle. His upper torso was smooth and hairless, only his armpits showed a minimal amount of masculine hair. His body glistened with sweat and was covered all over in beads of water of various sizes. Occasional drops of perspiration fell onto the wooden bench and floor beneath him. Those Speedos were wet having soaked up the moisture from around his ample dick, balls and butt. A small pool of liquid had formed in the centre of his chest between his lower pecs. His navel and the valleys around his abdominal muscles were home to similar small puddles of perspiration. Time to take the bull by the horn. I reached out and dipped my fingers into the centre of his chest; I licked my fingers tasting the salt of his sweat mixed with the eucalyptus essences of the sauna. There was no reaction from Steven even though I was sure he was awake. I placed a hand on his chest and massaged it over his pectoral muscles, and then with both hands I began to explore his shoulders, upper arms, chest, and ribs. The sweat from his body acted as a natural lubricant. His nipples told me that his body appreciated my touch, as they became hard and pointed under my palms. I shifted my position to be able to get at more of him; I heard an almost silent sigh. Steven opened his eyes and looked directly at me, he rewarded me with one of his gorgeous wide smiles. I continued down his hard body to his stomach. I leaned closer and licked between the ridges of his chiseled abs and in his navel, drinking up every drop of his sweat. I could now smell the strong musk of his body and was wild with anticipation of what lay ahead. I was no longer conscious of where I was; the original thrill of possibly being discovered in this very public place was long forgotten as I was caught up in this erotic encounter. I touched every inch of his bare skin - thighs, legs, feet, arms, hands and face. Steven was most certainly aroused. His dick was straining to get out of the deliciously tight Speedos. I could see that he was stiffly erect but the Speedos were forcing his erection flat and over to the left. The end of his dick was pushed right over to his left hipbone. The rounded shape of the head and the ribbed, veined surface of the thick shaft were easily visible as they were hugged by the wet elastic Lycra. The waistband of the Speedos was lifted up and away from his stomach by the shear size of his erection; I sneaked the tips of my fingers in through the gap and caressed the moist warm pubic hair. Steven moaned and thrust his hips upward. I ran my hand over the smooth Speedos feeling the whole length of his dick and balls; I pushed my hand between his legs and located his asshole between the hard cheeks of his tight butt. I pushed in a little forcing some of the stretchy material slightly inside him; he groaned and squeezed his butt cheeks together in response. I began to rub the shaft of his dick rhythmically over the top of the Speedos, gripping as much as I could and squeezing slightly tighter with each stroke. Steven pushed his groin upward in time to each movement of my hand. His breathing became very heavy and he whimpered quietly in reaction to the pleasure I was inflicting. With my other hand I gently stroked his chest, nipples and abdomen. The whimpers grew louder and then finally changed until I could make out that Steven was repeating my name over and over again. Suddenly he stopped and held his breath. His head jerked upwards and forwards until his chin was resting on his chest, his eyes were tightly closed. His face contorted into a mixed expression of pleasure and pain. He bit his own lower lip. His whole body was rigid and in my hand his dick started to pulse violently. With each pulse the pleasure of orgasm coursed through his body. With each pulse his beautiful dick released a spurt of thick white cum. With each pulse the cum oozed through the material of the Speedos stretched over the end of his dick. Finally this explosion of pleasure subsided, his body relaxed and he slumped back onto the bench and breathed out with a loud satisfied groan. The patch of cum was starting to roll off his Speedos; I leaned forward and licked every drop into my mouth. Steven’s eyes widened as I descended on his lips and shared the contents of my mouth with a long, deep, full kiss. As I did so I came inside my own Speedos, finally unable to control the passion released by over 12 months of desire. Few men have brought me to climax without even laying a finger on me. Afterwards I insisted that Steven return the loaned Speedos to me: now that they were stained with his cum and sweat they would be the most prized trophy of my collection. By ‘speedotwink@ask.co.uk