How I got a serious onepiece swimsuit fetish pt2 - Sex Stories

How I got a serious onepiece swimsuit fetish pt2

... the slit in the end of my dickhead was clearly visible. leaning back against the toilet tank, I listened to the guys two stalls over and rubbed my balls through the pink swimsuit with my left hand. The right hand was trying to get through the leg hole of the swimsuit and masturbate inside it, but the swimsuit was so tight that I could only put my fingers through and rub the side of my cock, not grab it and really get going. Not wanting to tear my new swimsuit, I took my hand out and cupped my cock through the spandex and stroked away. The ultra tight suit, the strange compressed feeling on my butt cheeks, the fact that I was wearing a swimsuit while at school, and the sounds coming from two stalls over made me as horny as I have ever been. I slid my hand up and down the length of my cock with a quick whisking sound, listening to the heavy breathing and soft slapping sounds coming from the other stall. My left hand went from my balls to my butt and began rubbing and squeezing, thinking of the girl from swim class a few years ago. I wished she was in the stall with me then. I kind of wished I was in the stall two doors over from mine. I was so horny and lost in my fantasies than I was shocked to realize I was coming almost without noticing. The wet spot on my swimsuit started at the head of my dick, but spread quickly up to my belly button and halfway down my cock towards my balls. My semen was not the thin, watery stuff that I used to come when I started with swimsuits. I ...

... could feel my thick white cum sliding down the right side of my cock as I leaned on the wall panting. The quiet rubbing noises and heavy breathing from two stalls over never skipped a beat. They were in their own teenage fantasy and would probably not have noticed a bomb go off in the sink next to their stall. I held my feet up against the stall door waiting for them to go away, feeling the cum starting to pool around my right ball and the cold, wet spot on my swimsuits stomach as my hard on slowly went down. The pair in the other stall finished up what they were doing (frotting I think) there was the sound of the toilet paper dispenser then a flush and they were gone. Getting my arms out of the too small swimsuit was tricky and careful as I was, there was still the sound of a few threads popping in the shoulders before I could get the straps off. I pushed the suit down my chest intending to take it off, then changed my mind. Rolling the straps and the torso of the swimsuit inside it, I made a kind of bikini bottom out of it and pulled my jeans on over the swimsuit. I could not wear it properly under my clothes, the straps were so tight they made dents in my shoulders that could be seen through a t-shirt. Pulling on my shirt and shoes, I pocketed my underwear and headed to my first afternoon class. The tightness of the too small suit compressing my ass and my slippery, spermy crotch felt wonderful as I walked down the hall and I thought to myself that I was probably going to need ...