"Hey, I got two large, a "Cheese Pleaser" with black olive, pepper and tomato, and a "Big Meaty." Of course, that was a must for the occasion.
Adam came to the door, opening his wallet, "I got it, it's my turn to pay." He was wearing a white speedo and showing a hint of a semi, but the speedo was the dress code for Swim Meat Night.
The delivery guy was clearly distracted and checking things out. His eyes had dropped to crotch height, where he couldn't help but see dick print...it's what speedos do...and the reason we were wearing them.
My light blue suit displayed a thick, bulging ridge, barely contained by the taut fabric...If you're interested, the lighter colors always seem to show more than the darker colors.
Enamored with what the two of us were wearing, and our state of arousal, I don't think he blinked once. Rarely looking up, the guy handed me the pizzas, and he almost stumbled when he backed up to leave.
He could hardly tear himself away from our speedo-show, and I shook my head, smirking, "Didn't really get a gay vibe, but he liked what he saw...he's probably jackin' off in the car."
Adam grinned, "Yeah, I could see that."
We dropped the pizzas in the kitchen, and opened a couple beers, while I pondered keeping the pizza warm in the oven.
Adam was clearly enthusiastic about our speedo night, but he asked me how I felt about being bi, and straddling two worlds. It was a serious topic, but he was feeling a little untethered or uneasy, and shaking his head, "It's really wild when you accept the fact that you're not totally straight...but you're not totally gay either."
"Dude don't overthink it too much. I sort of took it slow in some ways, and leaped into it, in other ways. There's no road map...I just did what I was comfortable with."
I grinned, "When your cock's hard as fuck, it doesn't matter how you take care of it. It doesn't matter if you jack off, shove it into a girl's pussy, or a guy's, it's all about your cock...getting off and draining your balls. Just enjoy the ride and drain those balls!"
That's where Adam got totally focused on my speedos, going south with quick glances, but when he looked up, I smiled, "Don't worry...it'll work out...it'll all work out."
That's where Marty got home, rushing through the front door, "Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine...your timing is perfect, the pizza just got here...dig in and I'll get you a beer."
"Guys, I'm not meeting our dress code here, and I need to grab a shower, before we start the movie."
Grabbing his hand and pressing it to the bulge in my suit, "This'll be waiting...but you go get your shower." I smirked, "We'll start the movie when you get the proper attire...grab some pizza before you shower."
He got this big smile and squeezed my dick, "Dinner, a movie...and dessert."
It was like five minutes before he was out, showered, wearing his suit, and drying his hair. We watched him adjusting his dick in the suit. He couldn't miss our stares, conspicuously rubbing it through the speedo, and grinning, "Like what you see?"
Marty's whole body was a mouth-watering landscape of firm muscle. Not huge, but toned and defined, his muscle flexed with his stride. As for the bulge he was displaying, I think it had Adam tongue tied, but I grinned, "Yes...yes, we do...get your ass over here so we can start the porn."
As hot as we all looked in the speedos, they didn't stay on a whole lot longer.
Marty grabbed another beer and parked next to me, rubbing his hand over the speedo bulge. Of course, I did the same to him, grinning, "Quick Adam, check it out...who's bigger?"
Adam smirked, "I know they're twins, soft and erect...so...whoever's horniest is probably bigger."
"Yeah, well thought out...you get to pick the movie."
"Well, it's gotta have some threesome action, and I've got it in my room...let me go get it...it'll be perfect!"
Sitting in the living room and watching gay porn, the three of us were buzzed on liquid courage and horny as fuck. We sat in near silence for like ten minutes, watching this hung jock getting spit roasted in a locker room. He was moaning into a big alpha cock, and getting pounded in the ass by an equally big jock.
With three guys groping and rubbing speedo bulge, it didn't take long for things to heat up on our couch, but I was the first to cave, pushing my speedos down. When it bobbed free, I got a roar from my peanut gallery, and Adam handed me the lube.
It bobbed heavy above my pubes, and it felt good, even soothing, as I worked lube over the hot flesh.
With Adam's eyes glued to the lube-covered cock, it was like he'd never seen it before, but I remember he moaned, "Whoa...fuck'n look at that!"
Marty noticed too, grinning at him, "That's my man...nice meat...huh?"
They were both rock hard and pitchin' tents...which is barely possible in speedos, but they quickly lost the suits, too.
When Marty's dick sprang out, it thumped over his abs in all its manly, veined glory. With the head swaying over his navel, it looked bigger than the pornstar-dick in the movie. Again, Adam noticed, "God damn...that's hot...and huge!"
All you could hear was the groans and grunts from the movie, melding with ours...as three very hard cocks were getting a good workout. Marty and I both stared at the screen, turned on by the hot threesome men, but I noticed my roommate checking out the action on the couch as much what was on the screen.
On screen, the dude getting the blowjob exploded in the bottom's mouth and finished with a couple shots over his face...of course, it was a big pornstar load.
Eventually, Adam broke the silence, looking at Marty, "Fuck, I can't believe how incredible your mouth felt the other morning. There's a lot of truth to guys being better at sucking dick than women!"
Marty smiled at me, nodding in agreement, "Yeah...but not all the time...Paige does a damn good job when she gives me head."
We both knew he was fishing around for a blowjob, but Marty was so turned on, he was incapable of turning it down. He always loved the way a hard cock felt in his mouth, and he grinned, leaning over, and sliding his lips down over Adam's cock. Grabbing the back of Marty's head, Adam moaned with pleasure, as he bobbed up and down the shaft, fully embracing his need for cock.
Ignoring the movie, but still stroking, I watched things play out in my own living room, thinking Swim Meat Night was already a success.
"Fuck...that's fucking amazing," Adam moaned, "just like wake and bate!"
Without missing a beat, Marty shifted to the floor and Adam eagerly spread his legs. He was on all fours and going after Adam's dick like there was no tomorrow...but I was mesmerized, watching his body flex, as he got into sucking the cock.
