Pete stood by the door, waiting for the others to arrive for their second meeting. Last night, to his disappointment, had been a complete waste of time. As each member of the vigilante returned that morning at around 9 AM, they had all claimed sadly they had had a rather peaceful, uneventful night. It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon now; Pete had sent them home to get some rest during the day after apologising to them all several times. Pete hoped dearly that they wouldn't need to go through another night of nothing again.
The doorbell rang. Pete jumped in mild surprise and opened the door. Standing on the front step was Cameron, Jim, Tom and Carl. As it was pretty warm, each of them was wearing a singlet and shorts instead of the thick jumpers and overalls they had been given the other night. They nodded hello to Pete and made their way to the basement.
"So, I know last night was pretty unsuccessful..." Pete began, not noticing Jim shooting a look across at Cameron who squirmed slightly, "but I think tonight it'll be much better."
"I dunno..." Carl mumbled. "Last night was pretty erm...boring."
"Tell me about it," Tom smiled mysteriously. "Although I guess the being up all night in the streets was kinda wild..."
"Glad someone had a good time," Pete smiled back. The doorbell rang again from upstairs.
"Back in a moment..." Pete excused himself as he answered the door. A minute later he returned to the basement with Greg and Matt behind him; Greg smiling vibrantly at everyone else, Matt looking exhausted from being up all night.
"So now that we are all here..." Pete said, but Greg suddenly interrupted.
"Listen Pete, I've been meaning to talk to you about these Speedo guys..." but then Greg stopped as he spotted Tom. He walked across to Tom and rubbed his bicep slowly.
"Crap Tom; you're pretty buff for a banker!" Greg exclaimed, running his fingers over Tom's smooth arm.
"Banker? Oh right, yeah, I erm...go to the gym a lot," Tom lied. Pete cleared his throat.
"You were saying, Greg?" Pete asked annoyedly. Greg tore his stunned eyes away from Tom's body and went back to his train of thought.
"Oh, um...where was I? Ah, right...Pete, do you think extreme force is the solution to this? I mean, maybe we should just see who they are or something before over reacting..." Greg explained, but Pete shook his head.
"No. I saw a police man get attacked by them two nights ago and BECOME one of them. The reason I got all you guys together was because I didn't want any of you to change into some," Pete paused, searching for the right words, "Speedo fag...It was horrible to watch guys, I can tell ya that..."
Greg shrugged his shoulders.
"It was just a suggestion, mate, I'm fine with doing it however you want to do it," Greg smiled as he gave Pete a soft punch in the arm.
"Okay then guys? Tonight, we'll cover the same streets we did last night so we won't have to cross paths and still be able to cover lots of ground...Don't have to worry about overalls and stuff tonight; you'd all tear me a new one if you had to walk about in this heat in those stuffy clothes..." Pete began, passing cans of beer around to the guys as they listened to the plans for that night.
I looked down at my watch; the glowing numbers read 7: 00.
"Hey Pete, ready yet?" I asked. Pete nodded to me.
"C'mon guys, let's get going then," Pete said encouraginly.
We all filed outside; even though the sun was just setting, it was still pretty hot. I was glad we didn't have to wear those overalls anyway; I had kinda lost them through the night somehow. I just woke up at my house in my briefs. Pretty funny, but Pete might get pissed. He's a little tight when it comes to spending money and I don't know how he'd take me losing his stuff and all.
Still, something in me was anticipating going out tonight...I can't really explain it, but I've been feeling tense all day long. As I waved goodbye to Cameron, Tom and Jim who were heading down the street, I quickly stopped Pete.
"Shit, I gotta head back for a sec; I left my house keys in your basement..." I began, but Pete cut me off.
"Sure, just go in, but us three are gonna go start now, okay? Try to catch up," Pete replied. After thanking Pete, I dashed downstairs into the basement. I could faintly hear Pete laughing loudly at some joke one of the others must have told him.
I looked around the basement for my jacket; the keys'd be in the pocket, but trouble was that I had forgotten where I had put my damn jacket. After a few minutes of searching, I spotted the dark blue arm jutting out of a large closet set up against the far wall. I hurried across and swung the cupboard open and almost jumped out of my skin at something moving across the door, but it was just my reflection on the full length mirror set into the cupboard door. My heart beat didn't slow down though; it began pumping furiously. I placed a hand on my sweaty chest; I could feel my heart thumping away through my singlet. Slowly, I stretched up on my toes so I could reach the top of the hook and pull my jacket down, but as my singlet slid up over my stomach, I caught a flash of red.
Looking at my reflection in the cupboard mirror, I lifted my singlet up over my abs and spotted a thin red waist band creeping around above my shorts. I shuddered a little as I wedged the shorts apart a few inches so I could look down at my crotch, spying my erected penis throbbing against a tight red Speedo that had definitely not been there several minutes ago. The head of my member was pushing past my Speedo, a slight drip of cum seeping out. I quickly tugged the red Speedo up a little higher to engulf my penis. I didn't remember having ever owning a Speedo, but it didn't really matter. Still...it felt kinda nice, the Speedo, I mean, hugging my balls and ass tightly. I didn't bother stopping to realise that I was supposed to be hunting for people wearing red Speedos. It just felt...natural, like I was always supposed to be this way. A surge of power flowed through my arms and travelled gradually through my chest towards my penis. I shifted the Speedo around my ass a little to stop it from riding up so high; my erection making the Speedo tighten moreso.
Smiling at my handsome reflection, I made my way back outside, my keys lying forgotten in my coat pocket. Something else was driving me now...I had to go out there and hunt...not for the bounty that Pete wanted though...