I go to swim practice every day for three hours. At our club, there is this one guy everybody 'knows' is gay, even though that someone thinks nobody suspects. He is the type of person to act very effeminately and guess with whom I had my first sexual experience with. That's right, his name is Andy. He is at least six feet tall, twenty five years old with a very athletic body.
As the very horny teen boy I was, I sometimes flirted with this guy. I would tell him to massage my arm when sore and acted a little dumb when talking to him. I train in speedos, so every time I talked to him, I would make my bulge more prominent for him to notice, and it worked.
Andy designs bathing suits and sells them. Because my speedos were getting old, I decided to purchase one from him.
"Hey Andy!"
"Hey Tyler, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you had speedos in stock right now, mine are getting old?"
I could totally see him checking me out).
"I have some in my duffel bag. What's your size?"
I honestly did not know and the tag on my speedos was washed off so you couldn't read the size.
"You know what, why don't we go to the bathroom so you can try a few on?" he said.
"You sure?"
"Of course! Let's go."
I was so exited on the inside but seemed very chill on the outside.
The bathroom has two benches facing each other, one in each end of the bathroom. Andy sat in the far end and took out the speedos. I grabbed one and went to the other end, turned around and dropped my bathing suit exposing my bare untanned ass to him. I teased him a bit showing him my hole while bending down. When I put it on, I turned around and his eyes were definitely not looking at mine. I knew I had him. He told me to come near so he could 'fix' the swimsuit on me, constantly touching my penis. I asked for a few more swimsuits and repeated the same procedure.