The Speedo written by Jimmy

 

The Speedo

 

 

by Jimmy

 

“We are going to be late.”

“I know” Max groans as tries to pull up his speedos. The material won’t stretch up over his scrotum and dick. Every time he thinks that he has it right, something pops out; usually a nut.

Rex is tapping his foot, and pacing back and forth next to the lockers.

“Come on Max, we have to go compete!”

“I’m trying!” Max says pulling up the speedos again and the material just covers his cock as his left nut pops out, shinning and making his bulge look…incomplete. “Maybe they shrunk in the drier…”

“Mom does not put them in there, doofus. She puts them up on the line. Now stop playing with yourself, we can do that when we get home,” Rex says to Max’s back as his brother refuses to allow him to see the struggle.

“What are you doing over there?” asks Rex. He heads closer trying to see over Max’s shoulder, but his twin pulls away.

Rex scoffs and grabs his arm and pulls him back, when Rex can see his front and the problem that Max is facing his amber eyes, get brighter fixing on the loose hairless nugget that he captures in his sight.

“Did you get bigger?” Rex asks incredulously.

“No!” Max yells.

“What’s taking so long in here?” Chase says coming into the locker room, and looking annoyed.

“It’s Max’s fault!” Rex says, pointing.

“I’m…having a speedo problem.” Max’s cheeks darken, the shade of red is brighter than a tomato. He looks so flushed, that Chase the blonde swim team captain has to hold in his laughter.

“I will take a look.”

“There is A LOT to see,” chuckles Rex, his laughter is a little unfriendly and Chase knows why as he looks at the twin. The pair are nearly identical…but for one crucial aspect. Rex has not yet hit his growth spurt and everyone on the team can tell because of Max. Max’s package seems to keep growing each week and as Chase inches closer he puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I think we can fix this, I will let you borrow one of my speedoes. That one is just too small.”

Rex’s jaw drops. “But…we are the same size!”

Max’s lips curve upwards. “Not everywhere bro.”

Rex’s eyes darken and narrow “I can make it fit.”

A fast kick slams into Rex’s bulge from below, and the twin howls grabbing his sad little sack in both hands, and dropping to his knees prone before his brother. From this angle he can see Max’s bulge even more clearly and the size of the bare testicle makes him think of a small kiwi. That’s all he thinks about as a wave of naseua hits him and he gags out “My fucking nuts, brooooooo….you fucking suck.”

Max shrugs “Next time don’t come close to my…”

“This is why we always lose!” Chase gripes coming back from his locker with his spare speedos and handing Max the sky blue uniform.

“Not always” Max says quietly feeling slightly bad as Rex whimpers.

“It was only one hit, Rex. You can make it through this, work through that pain. Let it drive you in your race today.”

Rex’s eyes cross, and he grunts “Oh man…it’s bad duuude…oh shit…he got both…”

“How could I miss them?” Max admits.

“Not helping!” Chase chastises. “Go change!”

Max rolls his eyes and drops his speedo right in front of Rex’s face, his smile widens as Rex gets the full view. Swinging like pendulum, Max’s nutsack is full and heavy. The darker shaded skin resonates how much Max has grown and the mighty testicles look bigger than Rex has ever seen them before. If he did not know any better it looks as if his brother’s nuts doubled in size. Rex’s jaw hangs open as he gapes at Max’s proud and manly assests before his eyes twist up to see the long proud snake resting just above the low hanging fruit. Max’s honey-colored cock, is thick and the full head seems to be staring right at him as Max slips on Chase’s spare pair of speedos.

Chase was checking in on Rex and misses the show but the snap of the elastic catches his attention and when he turns back his blue eyes widen in utter surprise. Max fills out his spare speedos perfectly, the snug knob of the cock points downward snaking half-way around the pair of large nuts and the material looks as if there is not an ounce of spare to spare.

“These fit better…but still a little tight,” Max adds and shrugs his shoulders. “But I’ve already taken up too much time already, I better get ready for my turn. I go second after all.”

“Max” stammers Chase his voice cracking a little. “I…wow man. You did get bigger.”

Max only smiles back in answer.

“You done playing with your marbles, Rex?”

Rex stands up on wobbly legs, he’s fuming and practically shaking with rage. “I am going to shove your nuts down your throat!”

“They won’t fit bro, I’m too big.”

Max spins on his heel and heads out.

“I am going to kick his ass.”

Chase chuckles “You remember how sensitive he is after his last growth spurt, right Rex?”

Rex pause, then turns his head to look up at Chase.

“I think we should remind him of this fact, after we win today.”

Rex nods.

“You good?” Chase asks, concern in his voice as his hand runs down Rex’s bare back and rests on his hip.

Rex nods. “Yeah…I’ll be alright. My little soldiers can take a few smacks.”

Chase returns his smile “That’s my guy!” Chase smacks him heartily on the ass and shoes him forwards. “Now let’s win a meet.”

The smack echoes around the familiar locker room and Rex complains loudly with an “Owww fuck, my ass Chase!”

“At least it was not your nuts, now let’s bring home a win!”

 

After the race, the boys are all showering and changing. Max stays in the shower the longest, feeling his big thick nuts swinging freely. He glances back and spots that he is alone and pours a heavy amount of body wash liquid in his hand. The blue liquid pours into his cupped palm and when he grasps his semi-erection he gets fully erect before he pushes back on the downward stroke.

Not even a minute later the steady fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap increases and he groans as he paints the wall with his water jizz.

Max shudders and finishes, and makes sure to splash some water on the evidence and wait until his cum seems down the drain before he turns off the showerhead above.

Exiting the shower room, Max ties the end of the towel firmly in place on his boney waist his abs showing clearly defined as the aftershocks of his latest orgasm. The towel is wet like his body and clings to him like a second skin as he enters the locker room he is confronted by his twin Rex whose arms are crossed. He appears to have been waiting for him.

“What?” Max blurts out, not sure what is going on.

Coming up from behind him, Logan loops Max’s arms up in a classic standing full nelson with his arms facing away from his body and useless.

“Hey stop!” Max shouts over his shoulder, but Chase is bigger and stronger and most importantly taller and when he lifts Max up into the full position Max’s feet leave the floor and he dangles impotently his legs jarred and trying to reach down to touch the floor but seem unable to do so.

Rex meanders up to his twin and he grabs the towel and yanks it off of him. It falls limp to the floor with a wet splat. The ominous sound of the landing ceases Max’s struggling and he just breathes deeply and gulps, the noise of his throat catches all their ears.

“You’re in trouble now, you can’t be a dick like that to Rex, Max” Chase says into his ear, his lips grazing the ear lobe as his wet back from the shower clings now to Chase’s t-shirt.

Two hands dive forward encompassing a nut singly and separating Max’s ballsack. When Rex’s fingers close over Max’s balls he looks up at the whimper that escapes his lips.

“Don’t bro…I just…well” Max’s cheeks darken as he admits. “I came in the shower. They are…extra sensitive.”

One of Chase’s eyebrows moves upward and he says to Max “It was because you were wearing one of my speedos. You liked wearing them cause my dick was in it before, huh?”

“What?” Max asks incredulously. “No that’s not…I mean… ooooooOOOOoooOOOOOO oh god…nooooooooooo!”

Rex’s forearms flex, and his fingers sink into the fleshy mounds.

Max starts to struggle but he’s no match to escape Chase’s embrace and is forced to endure as his twin brother squishes and squashes his testicles in the palms of his hands until they turn achy and bloated. Not even a minute goes by when Max grunts and gasps as his cock starts to fatten up and rise.

“You sure that you emptied this thing?” Rex asks, poking it with his nose. “Seems like if you just milked the tanks this guy wouldn’t be able to stand up this tall.”

“I…” Max starts to say but Rex steps forward licks the top like a lollipop and it’s all Max can do not scream.

“Nope I can taste it…he did have an orgasm. And it was extra saltly!”

“Please bro…stop…your hurting my nuts!”

Rex rolls his eyes “That’s kinda the idea.”

“Doesn’t your brother take a long time to cum?” Chase ponders out loud, while continuing to hold Max in place.

“Absolutely, he’s not quick. Especially when he is being stubborn,” Rex states rather matter-of-factly.

Chase smirks, his Cheshire cat smile sneaking up behind Max’s neck. “Then you need to finish him quickly…cause we don’t have time to be delicate.”

Max’s eyes widen in alarm and he starts to struggle, “No, Rex…don’t!” he pleads as Rex gets the devious look in his eyes and lines up for an uppercut.

“Whatever you say…my captain!”

The slam of Rex’s blow around the locker room makes Chase wince, and Max scream.

Rex watches as Max’s speedo budge crunches under his powerful, but firm bicep and he curls it around Max’s scrotum watching with delight as Max’s nuts squish between his muscle.

“He’s still hard…this is going to be fun!”

Twenty punches later, and Max’s erection has finally wilted but his nutsack is so bloated that the speedos barely contain the contents and the blue lycra is almost sheer.

“Good enough” says Chase dragging Max under one arm. Rex catches up and grabs the other.

Max is light headed and staring at the floor, moaning as they walk out of the locker room. “Uuuuuuuuuuuugh…oh….ughhh! Fuck….oh…” every movement seems to send lightening jolts through his packed bulge but when the light of the pool room is reflected around his he tries to smile as his team catches sight of him. It’s more of a grimace than anything else.

“Just…do your best.” Chase tells him as he plops him down next to Adam. Adam smirks, and pokes him in the chest.

“You look rough!” Adam laughs at the dull look in Max’s eyes as he cups his privates.

Rex leans over Adam “We had to help him lose his erection…it was not pretty. But highly entertaining to us!”

Adam chuckles and pats Max on the back. “It’s a good thing that he has a captain like Chase, and a brother like you. There are kids in the audience Max, you can’t go around waving that little poker of yours!”

The rest of the swim team overhear and much to Max’s chagrin begin to laugh at him.

This is going to be a long match.  

 

After

 

“Can you believe it? My brother…as big as the swim captain.”

“No he’s not,” Chase answers immediately, his voice cold and eyes a cooler set of ice chips.

Rex stops walking and looks at him queerly as Chase keeps on walking. “But he fits into your speedos perfectly. He’s the same size, bro.”

“No, he’s not. Those are the speedos that I ran through the dryer.  They don’t fit me anymore…I only wear them in an emergency!” Chase says rather quickly.

Rex swallows, and shakes his shoulders not quite convinced. “If you say so, Chase. But bro, you got to admit. Rex was packing.”

It’s Chase’s turn to shrug. “Yeah, he was…maybe someday he will be as big as his captain.” Chase foundles himself but chuckles “But I don’t think it will be very likely. He has a looooong way to go before then.”

Rex only shakes his head and laughs, putting his arm over Chase’s shoulder. “Whatever you say, bro. You are the man for helping me get even with him. Thanks for that.”

“Anytime. But too bad we lost…I guess I should make sure that all of us empty our loads before we compete…” Chase says talking to himself but Rex’s grin is in place and he hooks his arm around Chase’s waist and whispers in his ear.

“I’m game.”

 

 

~End