Stevie Speedo - a short story by Kitten K. Boodle
I'd been going to the pool daily with a couple of girlfriends for quite some time before I first noticed him, sitting upon the grassy hill, wearing only a pair of red Speedos.
It took a few more swimming sessions before I became annoyed enough to do something about the sleazy little creep staring at us. He was always just sitting there, leering at me and my mates. It was maddening, his objectionable leering making me decidedly uncomfortable.
He would never swim. I never saw him get wet. He'd just sit there and watch
us
swimming instead. One afternoon while climbing out of the pool, I caught him ogling my firm, pendulous tits straining against the fabric of my wet bikini top.
Take a picture creep, I thought to myself. The god-damned bastard was still perving on us.
"God damn, I can't stand that little creep," I muttered to Monica. "Sleazy little bastard, he's been perving on us for weeks. It gives me the creeps."
Monica followed my gaze up to the pervert's usual position on the hill. He was crouching, arms resting on his knees, staring at us.
"Oh him, I know him - that's Stevie, he's just a little shy. Don't worry about him, he's alright."
"Nah Monica, I can't stand his behaviour any more, I'm gonna have a word or two with him."
I could feel Monica staring after me as I marched up the hill towards Stevie. He watched me moving towards him. He rose slowly, removing his sunglasses to reveal a pair of dark, earnest-looking eyes.
God he's so tall, I realised, appreciating the lean, toned body towering above me. His chest was adorned with a manly swirl of body-hair. Following the fine trail of hair down his solid torso, my gaze fell upon his red trunks.
What I saw down there left me speechless; his Speedos appeared to be carrying something enormous.
The jiggling bulge in his Speedos was truly impressive, an awe-inspiring curve of flesh whose surrender to gravity was hampered only by the taut fabric of his tight jocks.
His package traced an appealing and weighty arc, straight out from the centre of his crotch, around to the edge of his waist. Not only could I see every vein and wrinkle of his cock, but also his big round set of balls. I gasped in awe at the arresting sight, momentarily lost for words.
"Are you okay?" he asked, with a kind voice. I could feel his big hands catching me while I swooned. I couldn't help but notice how big and strong they felt.
I remember suddenly feeling undignified, embarrassed. Fancy a grown woman like me, fainting in front of a total stranger! Kind and well-hung perhaps, but a stranger all the same. Sensing my unease, he slowly sat back down, allowing me to regain my composure.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," he chuckled. "It's not every day that a beautiful woman like yourself should just happen to fall into my arms. I'm Steve, I live around here." He offered me his hand to shake.
Feeling recomposed, I left his hand waiting in the air, and snapped at him. "Well, who the devil do you think you are, stalking women, leering at them and all that? We don't ever see you doing any actual swimming around here, do we now, Mr. Stevie Speedos?"
"Well hey, there's no need to be like that! I honestly didn't realise I was leering... Actually, the reason I come here is, well, it's a bit embarrassing. You don't wanna hear about it really."
"Embarrassing huh? Do go on," I yawned.
"Well, I work nights, playing in a pretty crummy rock and roll band. Yet in spite of my work, I never seem to meet any cool women in the scene. They're all fucking crazy - groupies, ha! - too much for me!
"So I went and saw this psychic. She told me to find the right place to wear bugger-all in public. And so here I am. The pool kiosk sold me these trunks you seem so fond of..."
Huh? Oh damn! He's caught me peeking.
"Y'know, I've always been a bit private, a bit shy when it comes to showing off my skin. But I don't mind right now, maybe it's your turn to leer at me."
I found myself sitting there next to him, appreciating the appearance of his remarkable bulge for some time. Then, almost in spite of rational thought, I heard myself say, "Well. Perhaps we should go some place more private so's I can get a better look at this thing."
While leaving the pool with Steve, I caught a glimpse of Monica smirking at us and waving good-bye. "Have fun," she mouthed.
"Wow, you weren't joking when you said you live around here," I announced as Steve opened the door to his apartment. It was on the second floor of a rather drab looking building just across the street from the pool.
Aside from the hippie tastes on display, there was nothing particularly special about Steve's apartment. At least it was tidy and comfortable. A couple of fancy guitars rested upon their stands in a corner of his lounge, next to a cabinet where Steve was now pouring himself a drink.
"Fancy one?" he asked
"Can you make a good gin and tonic?"
"Sure. But... do you mind if I choof?"
"Only if I can help!"
Steve produced an already-rolled number and lit it up. After taking a few tokes, he passed me the joint. I watched him fuss over his stereo, and soon the room was filled with an unfamiliar tune, a brain-melting fuzz, all bassy in tone, very sensual.
"This is my band... Snake Hammer..."
After a short while of charming conversation, mostly about music, the booze and the gunja and the music all started to have their way with me. I was feeling a little naughty, encouraged by the throbbing music and the strange charisma of this snaky stranger on the couch next to me.
He watched me lazily through reefer-slitted eyes while I rose up from the couch, and I found myself gyrating to the music. I looked down upon him, while swaying my hips from side to side. I could see that he was as entranced with me as I was with him.
I peeled off my bikini-top, allowing gravity to finally take a hold of my round, heavy boobs. Steve watched with an appropriately reverential awe while they spilled free, and I continued to sway my slender body to the music.
I slowly danced my way out of my briefs and started spinning so that Steve could catch a glimpse of my perfect arse. I swung my big juicy tits from side to side right in his face.
The sight of Steve shifting uncomfortably with erotic tension on the couch was something I really enjoyed. The sight of my big tits held him in my power. Despite only being at half-mast, Steve's cock raised a most enormous Speedo tent right before my eyes. I had never seen anything as massive before in my life, an amazing curved rod of godzilla-cock struggling to burst free.
I pulled him out of the couch and onto his feet, awestruck by the rudeness of the sight before me. His already massive cock was stiffening spectacularly within the fabric straining to hold the weighty contents inside.
The red curve inside his Speedos grew to enormous proportions. The weight of his big, heavy cock stretched the fabric and pulled the waist of his briefs right away from his crotch.
I could see into the shadows of Steve's red jocks, catching a glimpse of rich dark pubes within the taut fabric that swayed and bounced while struggling to contain the long, heavy cock. He was moving his hips along to the music.
I thrust my hand into the shadows of his twisting crotch and felt around for the base of his ever-growing cock. It felt so hot and soft and smooth. It was also very thick, and I couldn't close my hand around it completely. When I tried to, I could feel the satisfying denseness of his hot shaft, and I wanted to taste this beauty desperately. But first, I had to release it from his trunks.
Down upon my knees, Steve towered over me. I started to realise how hot he actually was, looking up at him. He was looking down at me while I tried to get his cock out. Its end got caught up briefly in the hem of his jocks before finally flopping right out.
His meaty, veiny monster swung free, giving my forehead a firm, meaty slap. Rolling off my face, the shlong settled into a pendulous swing between Steve's legs. The fat blushing head of Steve's cock swayed between his knees to the movements of his hips.
It smelt so good and raunchy. I grasped his thick shaft, just behind the head, and pressed the tip to my lips. What a tasty aroma, I thought. It reminded me of the best vegetarian squid I'd ever tasted.
"Your knob must be the size of a billiard ball," I announced with amazement at the almost-threatening shape swaying before my face. My hands looked so tiny on the massive stiff. "That is such a huge whopper, Steve!" I said with awe. Steve smiled shyly back at me.
Steve's cock was so big and thick and stiff. All it could do was just hang there heavily between his lean wiry legs.
