Cabin Chronicles #6: The Speedo (Patreon)
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Back with another installment, and there are just two more to go before wrapping up this series. This has been fun, and based on the amount of new guys signing up, it seems to be well-received which I'm super appreciative of! For those VIP members, I'm adding the photos and videos of yours truly in the title garment on Discord right after I post here.
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As much as I would have loved to been naïve enough to think that no other shenanigans would be taking place this week, I wasn’t shocked when they did. That’s not meant to imply that I was prepared, but when it was John this time in front of me, he knew that he hadn’t totally surprised me.
It had started right before we got in the hot tub tonight. I’d avoided it last night, stating that I wasn’t feeling it, and Dennis said nothing. He just caught my eye with a wink before climbing into the hot tub himself. I’d relayed drinks between the fridge and the patio downstairs, but I couldn’t get away with it two times in a row so I headed to my room to grab my swim trunks after Rob proposed the idea to take a dip before dinner. Heading into my bathroom to grab a towel, I returned to see John casually sitting on my bed with a small gift bag.
“C’mon John, you know that my birthday is in February.”
“After what Rob did to you that first night, I decided to make it up to you a bit with a little gift. Second hand of course considering the location.”
Knowing that he hadn’t been able to run to a shop to grab something, I expected some drink or snack that he’d brought but hadn’t opened yet. Instead, I pulled out a rainbow piece of fabric.
“John, if this is you trying to come out to me, I hate to tell you that I already know we’re both gay.”
“Wait, you’re gay?!”
Feigning outrage that reminded me of whenever he’d impersonate his very Southern grandmother, he just told me to open it up and when I unfolded the material, I saw that only a small swatch of it was rainbow… not that there was much fabric to begin with.
“I thought you might like to spice up those baggy shorts that you still insist on wearing, so try this on!”
He seemed so excited to pass down some of his hand-me-downs since he knew that I might be the last gay to never actually own a speedo. The sexy underwear hiding in the closet now was an exception- to my knowledge, only one other guy had seen those. A speedo was all about presenting yourself to the group with the thinnest material cupping your ass and dick, and once it was wet, you just prayed that the quality of the material was thick enough not to expose your religion right then and there.
I couldn’t say no to John though, and I wondered if that’s why he’d been chosen to come down this time. Nodding my head, I turned to head back into the bathroom to change when he stopped me. He didn’t even have to say anything- his hand held up in the air coupled with the smirk on his face let me know everything that I needed to.
Too tired to put up a fight, I relented and began to ease off my swim trunks right there in the doorway. Cupping my cock in my hand, I was able to slip on the speedos up to my ass when he stopped me again.
“C’mon Ian, let me see the front to make sure they fit.”
He knew that he was about three seconds away from seeing them anyway, and I knew exactly why he’d stopped me. The speedo was still resting right at the top of my shaft, and my trimmed pubes were on display to him. He’d seen them and everything else right outside a few nights ago, but the guys seemed hellbent on continually exposing me no matter how embarrassed I got.
Grabbing my cock and pulling it over the fabric, I shook it a few times for him, just to pacify him, before I covered up again. This was getting mortifying, and I felt like I was back in a school locker room when my tighty whities would end up duct-taped to the front of my locker even though I’d bought my own lock to secure it. I always assumed that the coach’s son stole some tool to pry it off, but I was never sure. I never spent enough time in the locker room after getting dressed again to investigate.
“You look great, Ian!”
Pulled out of that repressed memory, I looked forward to see one of my best friends in front of me. This was just light teasing when put into perspective, so that eased the tension a bit even though my cheeks still felt flushed.
Yep, I don’t know what plan the guys had, but they’d definitely sent John on purpose- you just couldn’t be mad at him. Finally getting up and walking over to wrap his muscular arm around my shoulders, he led me outside to a cacophony of catcalls from the guys already in the hot tub.
All in all, this night could have been a lot worse, but it wasn’t over yet…