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Speedo Stories - Part 4

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Devin's speedo adventures


This is the fourth instalment in my series about my boyhood experiences with speedo swimsuits.  In the first three chapters, I described the day I got my first pair of speedos, and some fun experiences I had with them during summer vacation when I was twelve years old.  The following chapter is about a couple of speedo related experiences that followed during my junior high years. After my first experiences with speedos, I experimented further, always looking for different situations and settings where I could enjoy them.  I would often put them on under my tightest pants, enjoying the sexy feel and the excitement of having a secret hard-on in public.  I had several favourites pairs of tight pants, including a some corduroy levis and one pair of dress slacks made of super thin, tight fitting cotton.   The feel of silky speedos sliding against my tight trousers as I walked was a total turn on. I loved to put my hands in my pockets as I walked and feel my swimsuit slip and slide around with each step.  Sometimes I put my hands in the back pockets to feel my butt flexing through the silky cloth. I would occasionally wear them to school (on days I knew I didn't have to undress in the locker room), and sometimes I would just walk or ride my bike around the neighbourhood with them on, but one of my favourite places to go was the public library, either after school or on the weekend.  Sunday was my favourite day for the library because I could wear my thin cotton dress pants and look less nerdy because people would think I just came from church.  There were a number of things at the library that turned me on, including various books on sex, and best of all, a large collection of high school yearbooks with swim team photos. There was a secluded corner reading area with a couple of large floor pillows, and I would lie on my stomach and look at books. When no one was standing nearby or sitting across from me, I would slide up and down on the cushion, feeling my speedos rubbing under my tight pants as my boner slid up and down inside them.  As with my adventures at the hotel, the sneaky aspect made it even more exciting - I often had to stop in mid hump as someone passed by or stopped to scan the bookshelves. When I was sure the coast was clear I would hump like crazy and cum while looking at my favourite picture or passage from a book.   Sometimes if it was too crowded I would go to the boy’s bathroom and go into a stall and take off everything but my socks and shoes and my swimsuit and rub through the front of them and cum that way.  The stalls were across from the mirror so I could open the stall door and watch myself rubbing my boner through my suit, and the couple of times that anyone came into the bathroom I just closed the stall door.  I hardly ever left that library without a pair of slippery, cum soaked speedos under my pants. At school, I often found myself with a boner in class, regardless of what I was wearing.  On the days I wore tight pants with speedos underneath, it just meant I would be hard in EVERY class, and most of the time in between too.  I classes where I had a seat in the back of the class, I would slide down low in my chair and let my arm rub occasionally across my lap.  I made it look like my arm was just resting there, and I would scratch my right thigh with my left hand, causing my wrist to rub right over my boner. Sometimes I would do this until I was close to cumming and stop just in time, but there was one time in eighth grade that I actually shot in my pants during class. That day, I happened to notice that a boy I liked named David was slouched down low in his seat like I was.  He was one seat forward and one row to the left, and he was sitting low enough for me to see the bulge in the front of his pants.  I could hardly take my eyes off him, and when his arm moved down onto his lap and began moving slowly up and down, I became almost frantic with excitement.  I had occasionally seen other boys get a boner during class or at the library, but I had never seen anyone rub through their pants the way I liked to. We were scheduled to see a film that day, and it was just after I had noticed David's illicit activities that the lights were turned off for the film.  The back of the room was totally dark, and I could no longer see David clearly, just his silhouette.  I was totally hot, and it occurred to me that no one would notice if I rubbed a little more than usual.  At first I just let my wrist slide up and down a little more, then I let my hand drift over so it was right on my boner and began to slowly rub through my pants.  I had on my tan levi cords and my green and white striped speedos underneath. I felt so sneaky - the only thing hiding my masturbation from the other kids was the darkness of the room.  But after switching from left wrist to right hand and rubbing through the front of my pants for about fifteen seconds, my mounting pleasure mingled with terror as I realized that I had gone too far to stop, and was about to have a radical orgasm right there in class! Having on tight pants with speedos underneath, seeing David rub his boner through his pants, the excitement of my secret activity - it was a very potent combination.  Flexing my butt harder and harder in my chair, rubbing firmly and slowly up and down, it took a superhuman effort not to gasp or moan or jerk my hips around as I spurted and spurted in my pants.  When the climax finally passed, I found I had cummed enough to not only make my speedos slippery inside and out, but to soak all the way through and leave a small wet spot on the front of my corduroy pants.  I remember that along with being blown away by the intensity of my orgasm, I also felt a sense of relief, knowing for sure that, with the help of the darkness, I had avoided getting caught by anyone.  Still, I vowed never to be careless in class again. Throughout junior high and high school, I continued to discover new ways and places to have fun in my speedos.  I'll write about more of my experiences soon.

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