Speedo

About a year and a half ago I was on a business trip to Florida. I had some calls to make in Tampa and Sarasota. The calls went very smoothly and quickly and I finished in two days what was supposed to take three. So, the third day I decided to do some sightseeing and hit the beach. I found a nice shopping district in Sarasota and had spent a couple hours looking for souvenirs and people watching when I decided I’d look in one last store for a new swimsuit and then I’d head for the beach. I entered a men’s’ store that had a whole wall covered with swim wear ranging from the very conventional to the fairly exotic. There were no other customers in the store at the time and the salesman was talking on the phone. I pawed through the racks and found 3 or 4 suits to try on and headed for a curtained stall at the back of the store to change into them. Just then, the clerk hung up the phone, met me at the back and said, "Finding what you need? Want to try those on? OK… Feel free to take off your underwear when you try them. You really can’t get an accurate idea of how they look or feel unless you do." I put on the first pair (a short trunk style) and removed my tank top before I realized that there was no mirror in the booth. To look at the fit, I had to leave the changing stall and use a mirror against the back wall of the store. So I did. The salesman was very helpful with lots of comments like, "That’s a good color for you." and such. When I went back in the stall after trying on the last pair, I was surprised when an arm shot through the drapes holding a Speedo style suit and the attendant said, "This is the same color as the first one and I think you might like it… that is… if you wear this style. Why not try it on?" So I did. When I went to look in the mirror, I commented on it not being very comfortable and he said, "Well… you may not be wearing it right. If you aren’t used to this style, you may not have the legs adjusted the right way." He then bent down and looked right at my crotch. "Well…you do have it on right", he said. "It must just be the suit. This one runs small sometimes. Try this larger size." This time when I changed, I left a 2 inch gap in the drapes. I pretended not to notice him watching, but that was the start of about 90 minutes of trying on suits. Over those 90 minutes, he gradually moved me into more and more revealing styles. It was kinda exciting standing out in the store in nothing but a thong suit with a VERY skimpy front knowing that someone could come in at any minute. The curtain to the stall also became more and more meaningless over the course of the next 90 minutes. I started not even turning around as I’d change. And he eventually stopped pretending to courteously look away. First contact came when he was explaining how I could "make myself appear ‘bigger’" and "get a ‘fun’ feeling" by tying the suit drawstrings around my balls in a particular manner. I had a hard time understanding what he meant and he said, "Well… if you don’t object, I can show you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable though." I didn’t object, so he reached over and adjusted the string for me. That got me rock hard immediately. At this point all pretense was dropped. He brought back a few that I had already tried on and said, "Try this again… it is really great for showing off a hard cock." I also tried on some underwear, like the 2(x)ist thong, and some spandex shorts. It ended with him jerking me off and telling me to stop by again next time I was in town; He’d have more suits for me to try :o). Like I said at the beginning… it could have been a little more exciting by changing some things, but I found it to be highly erotic just the way it was. Has anyone else done it in a store with the clerk or someone else? I’d like to know about it. [size="7"][color="darkblue"][/size]

This one particularly bad Friday, I had a run in with my boss, the guy I was dating dumped me in favor of his work out partner, and I had just paid a bunch of taxes to Uncle Sam. I decided a good workout in a different setting might shake things up a little. I changed into my gym shorts and hopped in my car and didn’t care if I ever stopped. I drove and drove until I suddenly realized I was about 45 minutes from Palm Springs. What the hell, a night in Palm Springs sounded hot…in many ways. I had always wanted to stay at a clothing optional gay resort, but didn’t have a clue as to which resort was “happening” so I stopped at the Palm Springs visitor’s center and a cute, young Latino guy—Jesse--was working the counter. As I walked up he checked me out from head to toe, but strayed as he checked out my jock-strap bulge, prominently displayed under my mesh gym shorts. I kept the conversation professional, but casually rubbed my bulge suggestively as Jesse helped me get a room at a “hot” men’s resort he knew. As he slipped me the directions Jesse coyly asked if I was alone, and needed someone to show me around. I winked, told him to come over whenever, and winked as I rubbed my straining bulge. Jesse gave me directions, his phone number, and screen name! I quickly found the resort which was set up like a modern Spanish villa. All guest rooms faced a central courtyard where a large swimming pool and hot tub for 15 men were the focal point. There was a big bar/social area with the office and work out facility right behind it all. There were 4 or 5 guys in the hot tub, a few Speedo clad guys lying out around the pool. The crowd checked me out as I walked into the office and met a tan guy in Calvin Klein tightie-whities and black boots—the resort staff uniform. Rob, like me, was in his late 20’s, and said he was the day manager and guessed I was the guy Jesse had called about. Rob offered to get my bags from the car, but when I told him I had everything in my gym bag, he commented that “I must be taking advantage of the clothing optional part,” and he showed me to my room. On the way Rob pointed out the amenities—continental breakfast, unlimited use of the adult video library, massage and spa services, and the best service—concierge service—around. Rob pointed toward a garden and maze that gets festive at night, and that tomorrow some porn stars from LA would be in town for fun and games. As I stuck Rob’s tip into his white briefs I grabbed his hardening dick and kissed him full on the mouth--just my way of saying thanks! As I didn’t have much to unpack, I thought I should head out to buy some essentials—lube, tank-tops, another pair of workout shorts, Speedo, sun block etc. and Rob directed me to the men’s store featuring attire for gay men. Coming from a tourist town I knew that the referrals from one business to the next were what kept the place afloat. The men’s store was no exception. Full of gym shorts, tank tops, swimsuits, briefs, and an occasional safari or aloha print shirt, the store was well stocked with my favorite brands and reasonably priced for a tourist town. The salesman was in his early 50’s and most likely the owner or manager. I walked around, grabbed a 3 pack of Calvin’s, some white ribbed tank-top undershirts, and a pair of shorts when the clerk suggested that I check out some of their stock that had just arrive. This was my first introduction to 2xist underwear. He suggested that I try them on, because I would love them! Never one to shy away from some new briefs, I jumped into the changing room, and pulled the canvas curtain. Most of the dressing area was enclosed, but the top and bottom of the curtain were mesh, with a 3 foot wide horizontal stripe covering the torso and private parts. Trying on clothes was also putting on a show—which was fine by me! I pulled off my damp gym shorts and sweaty jock and out of nowhere the clerk appeared with a hand towel. He suggested that I might want to dry off before trying on the clothes. I said oh, in case I don’t like them, and he said no, so that you can get a true feeling of the fabric on your cock and balls! I had a hard time getting my stiffening cock into the briefs, jock strap and bikini briefs and was even more shocked when the clerk opened the curtain to ask how I was doing. As I was trying to determine if I wanted a white or black jock, brief and bikini, the clerk showed up with three or four jocko running shorts. As I slipped on the first pair he told me to come out and see how I looked in the three way mirror. When I did, I saw an older gay couple—around their 60s- and a young guy. The couple milled around looking at me as much as they were looking at the stock, and the young guy was folding stock and affixing tags. After the second costume change I called the younger guy came over to help me find a larger size and he helped adjust my aching cock in the swimsuit. He also whispered that the couple was enjoying my fashion show. Never one to disappoint, I continued with spandex/lycra shorts and swimsuits--trying each pair on and checking my hard cock and tight ass in the mirror. The Owner/manager said that he thought I was staying at the clothing optional resort and wondered why I would need a swimsuit. I confirmed that I was indeed staying at the resort, but that I tanned in a swimsuit to keep my tan lines, but planned to walk around and swim in the nude. The three older guys seemed to really like that answer and quickly 6 or so pairs of increasingly skimpy Speedos came to me. The young guy would get the right color or style as I asked, and the manager kept the stock coming fast and furiously. I finally selected two Sauvage bikini swimsuits that had only 1” sides, a full ass and pouch for my cock and balls! One suit was white and the other yellow—which are virtually see through when wet! I went up to the register, reviewed the Y-backs, jocks, tanks tops, 2 swimsuits, and the rest of my purchases and was told the older couple had put my purchases on their account with thanks for a great show. The manager bagged everything up and left, while I went back to get the gym shorts and lube I needed. The young clerk asked if I was going to try the shorts on and was tired of changing clothes and getting no action until he pulled me to the fitting room, got down on his knees and started sucking my dick right there in the store. The kid had a great mouth and deep throated me, licked my balls and nursed my head until I couldn’t stand it. All the parading and tension had built up, and as he stroked his own hard cock I started to grunt and he capped his mouth over my spasm in cock so that I shot into his mouth--not down his throat. After 5 or so spurts he shot up, grabbed me by the neck and French kissed me hard and deep. I had never been fed my own cum before, but loved it. As we kissed he grunted and shot his load into his own briefs. We quickly zipped up and asked if I was at the porn star resort. He promised to come over too! The rest of the story involves the porn stars that I met, and the Speedos and jocks I wore. Thus began 4 days of fun in the desert sun. I wore all my new gear—at least for a while—worked on my tan lines, and got Jesse and Dan—the clerk--together for a hot three way inside and out on the maze. I now know better and travel with a lap top and cam so I can record the play. But I always recommend Palm Springs!