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| Coastal Town - Part 1 |
“Can I help you?” the cute blond guy said to me as he walked towards me. I flushed slightly, with colour coming to my cheeks and a slight hardening in my groin. “Y-Yeah, I said. C-C-Can I try this on?” “Sure, mate, yeah. Go on ahead.” I stumbled into the changing area with the wetsuit, as my dick hardened again. |
| David and I - Part 1 |
I was fishing down on the beach with David, or rather, he was good at fishing and I was a terrible beginner. As we were on the beach, at that moment, there were a few differences between us. I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans having arrived a few hours ago while David was standing there in a wetsuit, having been on the beach all day long, the rain not bothering him at all. He stood there, shining, the rain flowing off of the black material that was stretched across his skin. It was easy to see the outline of his musculature and the outline of his balls pressed against the crotch of his wetsuit. |
| David and I - Part 2 |
David brushed past me and opened the door and walked through and held it open for me. As I was half way through he let go of the door and started walking down the hallway. I shut the door behind me and followed him down to the kitchen. |
| David and I - Part 3 |
I opened my eyes and sat up in the bag again. David wasn't there. I got up and switched the lamp on and looked at David's watch on his desk. 5:15am. I also looked around in his desk for the zipper but it was nowhere to be seen. The door opened and David walked in with a wet patch on the crotch of my boxers. |
| David and I - Part 4 |
Daytime television is generally pretty poor. I sat there with a glass of orange juice and some biscuits while I was waiting for David to come down. One thing about daytime TV is that it does absolutely nothing to help pass the time whatsoever. In fact, it actually seems to prolong things, especially the sense of agony that it provides in abundance. I had just finished eating when David came in the room. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a short sleeve shirt. |
| David and I - Part 5 |
"Unzip me, please." I asked him as he had wanted to bed asked before, hoping that asking nicely would mean that he would get around to doing it pretty quickly considering that I was fit to burst. But it didn't hear the sound of the zip being pulled down. Unexpectedly David put his hands on my waist. The immediate affect on me was almost trance like. With the palms of his hands he brushed his way up to my armpits and then make down to my waist again. I felt in awe of something, my insides feeling like they were beginning to melt. Then he slowly walked his fingers up and down the same path, and then he rubbed his hands up and down my back. He stood a little closer to be and then rubbed his hands down my arms, from shoulder to finger tip and then back. I felt a roar of hormones rush through me. I desperately wanted this guy, but there was nothing that I could do about it. |
| David and I - Part 6 |
I stood at the top of the stairs and waited. There were defiantly two different voices downstairs, but no more. I was not only feeling desperate but also impatient. I didn't know what was going on and I was anxious to find out as well as escaping what had become my predicament. I couldn't place the second voice. It sounded like someone that I hadn't seen in a few years, but it wasn't him. Then the second voice seemed to gargle a little and then it ceased. There were a few murmurs but nothing that I could really make out until I head David speak again. |
| Discovering my Love for Wetsuits - Part 1 |
I feel sweaty. What was I dreaming about? I can't remember. I feel so warm, it's nice, I like it. I feel as though I'm being hugged from every possible angle. It feels as though I'm slowly getting warmer and warmer, the sun must be shining on me but I cannot be for sure. I can't see a thing nor can I hear anything but that's alright because right now, just laying here like this, I am perfectly content, so relaxed, not a care in the world. I lay there, not moving yet, I begin to think even though my memory and senses are still clouded with sleep. I feel my cock pulsing, it feels like its trapped inside of something very tight, it feels so good, so warm, it must have been a good dream. I want to rub it so bad, just feel it. I go to reach for it???? oh shit!! I can't move my right arm. I try the left. Fuck!! That one won't move either! I try my legs. No luck!! What on earth is going on!?! Why can't I move! Oh shit I'm tied down! I'm panicking?? what am I going to do?! Why am I like this?! What happened!? I try to yell for help but the large gag that I just found in my mouth makes that impossible. I panic more thinking I'm going to choke on this thing that's in my mouth?..I try to spit it out but it doesn't work. Then the sleep slowly begins to fade and I start to realize my predicament?.. I'm strapped to a bed the tightness hugging me and trapping my throbbing member must be rubber of some sort, I can faintly smell it and feel it encasing my body now. There's a gag in my mouth, I can't see no matter how wide I open my eyes, I can't seem to here a thing even when I try moving. My head must be in some sort of hood. I begin to relax again. Knowing my predicament makes me even hornier. Now I'm dying to grab my hard cock, but still?.. my arms wont budge. |
| Dreams to Reality: A True Story! |
We were on holiday when two of my roommates decided to leave for the weekend. I was left with Aaron all alone and nothing to do. I decided to go shopping and told Aaron I would be back later. I have always had an interest for wetsuits so I went to the Surf Shop. When I arrived and asked if I could try a wetsuit on for the upcoming summer surf season. I was directed to a young guy in his twenties. He was really muscular, big bulge in his pants, short brown hair and that irresistible twinkle in his eye. He had helped me before and knew what I wanted to do, so he opened the small fitting room for me and waited outside. |
| Matt & Tahlon ** NEW ** |
Tahlon was a guy I went to high school with and the story is slightly based on truth. He had a friend named Matt, but I have no idea if they were best friends and he did come to school on Halloween wearing a red rashgaurd and hot green spandex shorts with a rolled up sock shoved down it to look like his cock. Some guy grabed it while he was making out with his girlfriend. Let's say that Halloween I had a lot on my mind! |
| Shane's Weekend - Part 1 |
Alex and Stuart had been keen surfers for years and had both got the same passion for surfing, they were both gay, 18, average looks and regarded themselves as trendy and lived for the times they could be together out on their boards. |
| Shane's Weekend - Part 2 |
Shane could not believe his eyes, lots of wetsuits in all colours and makes, it was heaven, and he really felt aroused, he was squirming around on the floor, the feel of the suit encased around his body was turning him on more and more. |
| Shane's Weekend - Part 3 |
Alex pushed Shane onto the mattress on the floor of the van and immediately dropped down and straddled Shane, sitting across his stomach, Alex reached to the sides and pulled a wrist restraint towards Shane and promptly strapped it onto Shane's wrist, he leant over and repeated it with the other wrist while Stuart snapped on two chains to each of the wrist restraints. Stuart pulled on one of the chains out to the side of the van and pulled it through a strut on the vans body panels, this pulled Shane's arm right out to the side of the van, Stuart then repeated the same move with the other chain and then fixed each chain securely to the side of the van. Meanwhile Alex was repeating the same by adding two ankle restraints and chains to Shane. These chains in turn were then secured to the side of the van. |
| Sneaking Permission ** NEW ** |
The bus was full of my classmates, excited at the prospect of the weekend field trip we were having. I say field trip, it was supposed to be more of an adventure holiday. Previous years we had gone done a spot of kayaking and canoeing, some climbing and general outdoor like activities. This year however was a more informative excursion. As part of our college course we were to have a team building exercise of sorts, involving lectures seminars and the like. Nothing was noteworthy and certainly nothing quite as memorable as what happened to me personally. |
| Surfers' Paradise |
It is a beautiful and cool morning in Spain, 21 years old Greg soon found that out when he woke up, stumbling out of his bed and opening his blinds at the window wearily, then walking slowly to get a shower and had a long and refreshing shower, which soon woke him up more. He walked back to his messy room and dug out some clothes to wear for today, some white shirt and red short, complete with sandal, to keep his feet cool as it will be very hot day or so the weather forecast said so. He then noticed a scribbled note stuck to his mirror on the back of the door, it said 'New wetsuit needed!!! Trip to the beach with friends on 13th August', Greg remembered writing it and groaned, he has been hoping for a nice and relaxing day in front of the TV, but no he has to go and get a wetsuit. |
| The Council |
The year is 2016. It has now been 2 months since the Wetsuit Council came to power. Under the new law set up by The Council, all boys once they reach 18 years old must go to The Council, where if The Council decides, the teen will be forced to wear a wetsuit with a Speedo underneath until they die. Today is Steve Beil's 18th birthday. |
| The Golden Chest |
It is a hot and dry day at a coast of Florida, the sun is cooking a stretch of long and golden beach, full of sunbather, the beach is completed with a long wooden pier hanging over the sea. Standing atop the pier is three normal men, well actually 3 very fit men, all are topless, showing off their beautifully tanned chests, lower down they are wearing very tight speedos. The first guy named Fred, is wearing a blue speedo, the second guy, called Clark, is wearing a black one, the third and final guy named as Rick is wearing red, they have recently discovered a small golden chest at the bottom of the sea by the pier, and recovered it. |
| The Fete - Part 1 |
Joe was in his early thirties, and recently moved into the village. He new very few people in the area, the move having been mainly made so that he could be closer to his workplace. When one of his new neighbours, Mark, asked Joe whether he would like to help out at the village fete that was being held the following month he jumped at the chance. He thought that it would provide the perfect opportunity to become involved in village life. |
| The Fete - Part 2 |
At about 8 that evening, the door bell rang. Joe put down the cup of tea and went to the door. It was Mark, the neighbour who had lent Joe the wetsuit for this time in the pillory. Joe was glad that he had taken the suit off half an hour earlier. He didn’t know how he would have explained if he was still wearing it. Joe invited Mark in for a beer or three. |
| The Kidnapping |
Jay was a 19 year old who lived in London and was well into wetsuits but no one knew this as he was too embarrassed to admit it, he had a well hidden collection of suits in his house that he usually enjoys when the house is empty. One day when the house was empty he decided to have a bit of fun he went upstairs and pulled an Orca speedsuit out of his collection and began to pull it up his legs he was already hard just from the smell of neoprene! He thought that he would go for a walk with clothes over his suit. |
| The Playroom |
It is in the evening, very warm night out there, meanwhile I am in my small bedroom, cluttered with posters of sexy fit guys in wetsuits, either posing or surfing. Lying sprawled on my bed, typing on a laptop, looking at websites, seeing if I could find any new photos of a guy in wetsuit that I have never seen before. I guess I should describe myself, I'm around 5"8 foot tall with short spiky blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin, guaranteed to make guys falls at my feet, did I forget to mention I am also slim, tanned, and I have a six packs? Looking up from my laptop, eyeing a poster of a fit blonde guy in a wetsuit, surfing in a big wave, dreaming of being that guy. Doorbells ringing in my ears, I frowned, ‘who can be visiting at this time of night?' I thought, walking to the front door, I tugged open the door opened. |
| Tims Wetsuit Initiation |
Tim put his hand on the door of the shop and gave it a slight push; the smell of new neoprene that hit him was awesome. |
| Evening Surf? |
Rob had planned just to go for a casual evening of surfing, but things didn’t quite go to plan…not that he complained of course! |
| Wetsuit Sentence - Part 1 |
"You will go to prison for twenty-eight days," the Magistrate announced. "Alternatively, you can have your sentence commuted to seven days, if you agree to enrol in the Town's new beach community service programme." A last-minute change of holiday plans, some draconian local regulations and an over-zealous council worker lead the writer into a surprising and unexpected situation: sentenced to spend a week in a wetsuit! |
| Wetsuit Sentence - Part 2 |
"What do you think of these wetsuits then?" Nick asked. I hesitated a moment before replying. |
| Wetsuit Sentence - Part 3 |
At the slipway I encountered Nick. |
| Wetsuit; Wet Dream - Part 1 |
A long weekend with the boyfriend turns into a kinky exploration of his submissive side when he discovers a wetsuit hanging in the wardrobe... |
| Wetsuit; Wet Dream - Part 2 |
A long weekend with the boyfriend turns into a kinky exploration of his submissive side when he discovers a wetsuit hanging in the wardrobe... |
| Wetsuit; Wet Dream - Part 3 |
A long weekend with the boyfriend turns into a kinky exploration of his submissive side when he discovers a wetsuit hanging in the wardrobe... |
| Wetsuit; Wet Dream - Part 4 |
A long weekend with the boyfriend turns into a kinky exploration of his submissive side when he discovers a wetsuit hanging in the wardrobe... |
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