"Alright, what colour are we thinking?"
Jace was walking out into the back yard of his house, where Tom was sitting looking at his phone. Jace was carrying a small mountain of swimming trunks and other underwear for bathing and swimming. Dropping it on the table, he looked at his friend, and Tom could've sworn it looked as if Jace was going to listen to his advice. Or maybe it was just that he was eager to get to the party.
Tom looked over the assortment of clothing in bight and dim colours. "These are all new, right? Like, fitted to your... new bulk?" he asked, looking to see if Jace understood. He could be a bit slow sometimes.
But Jace simply rolled his eyes. "Yes, my ass and thighs won't annihilate them. They're all new." The reason Tom asked was because before they had gone shopping, Jace had, simply put, annihilated one of his Speedos, the cloth tearing just as he leaped into the pool. Instead of going out of the pool, as Tom thought Jace would have done before, however, Jace had tossed the rags on the tiles and continued swimming. The back yard was walled in on three sides, so no one else than Tom would have view. Tom, of course, had already seen his friend's dick once. Paired with his new, bulging, bronzed muscle, however, it was too much, and once again, envy had flashed across his mind.
"I really like this one," Jace said, pulling a bright blue-and-teal Speedo out of the mound. He didn't bother warning Tom before stripping off his trunks and standing in the nude, once again, before donning the Speedo.
"Dude!" Tom protested, shielding his eyes, "Go inside or something!" Jace looked flustered at Tom, stuffing his butt and junk into the skintight Speedo. "Please," he groaned, "We have known each other from we were kids. You've seen my dick many times, I've seen yours. What's the big deal?" With that, he turned to the mirror he had placed by the pool a few days before. "It looks good, right?" Tom removed his hands from his eyes and looked. He had to admit, Jace looked good. The marine colours nicelay contrasted his bright blonde hair and bronze tan skin. "I mean," Jace continued, "I know it's really tight and all, but it's tight in all the right places, right?" He struck several poses, looking at his butt and package, trying to imagine if Christy would be wet just by looking at him. Hell, he was getting hard just by thinking about her. He turned to Tom for an answer to his question, and before Tom hd a chance to open his mouth, Jace quickly said: "Thought so." He hurried inside - his best friend might have seen his dick, but he didn't need to have seen it hard.
The party was held up in the hills, at Christy's place. Last Tom had heard, she'd been offered a job as a model for Victoria's Secrets, but had turned it down - her parents made sure she had enough money, and she was apparently studying medicine.
They arrived in the same Lambo Jace had driven to the Winslow mansion, looking at the slightly smaller house in which the party took place. After stripping down, they ordered drinks, and Jace began looking for his busty prey. Christy was sitting by the pool with some of her friends, and noticed Jace and Tom entering. She had to look twice. Was that Jace Ericsson? He had always been extremely attractive - well, his looks had been, anyways - but this was a whole new level. Unlike many of the other guys, he had not gained fat after school, but he seemed to have packed on with muscle. His face was even more stunning than when he was modeling, and that Speedo did not hide his not-so-modest modesty. In fact, it almost looked too small, particularly in the front.
Tom had also noticed what Jace had not. The rather large bulge that Jace had been proudly showing seemed even bigger. He knew Jace tended to get off by people looking at him with lust, as they did now, but there did not seem to be much hardness in those Speedos. Something was happening to Jace's genitals, and Tom was certain it had to have something to do with Guillaume.
Suddenly Jace leaned in, "You see Christy? She so wants me!" When Tom looked, with regret, Christy seemed to be ogling Jace more blatantly than Jace had ogled her in school. Her big tits were straining her bikini - in the same colours as Jace's Speedo, and her dark hand held a glass of Champagne up to her lips, as she was licking them. Come on. Licking her lips? Tom left the poolside, Jace not noticing, and headed indoors.
In the bathroom, he jerked off, thinking about himself in Jace's body, or better, that his body was bigger than Jace's. He pictured himself pumping his shaft into Christy, kneading her big, juicy tits, sucking on her nipples and exploding inside her. Envy.
When he got out, Rafe - an old friend of his - grabbed his arm. "Dude, there's something wrong with Ericsson!" "Anything new?" Tom thought, but he joined Rafe out to the pool.
Jace lay on the far side of the pool, heaving his muscled chest, a towel across his midsection. A number of peoplewere gathered around, but none of them seemed sympathetic, but rather curious, and the party raged harder than ever on the other side of and in the water. When Tom came, he looked to his friend. "Tom," he said, "I'm not feeling very good, Tom." He grabbed hold of Tom's arm and pulled him closer, so that only they could hear.
"I feel like throwing up, and my Speedo tore in the ass." He said it with unfamiliar urgency. "I... I think I need to get home. Can you get me home, Tom?" Jace was looking up at him, stark blue puppy eyes, with a fear in his voice that Tom had only heard since childhood when Jace was sky high and mistook Tom for his grandma.
"Sure thing, bud. C'mon, let's go." He helped his heavy friend up to a standing position, and made sure that the towel reached around Jace's ass, guiding his hand to hold it himself. He then supported Jace out to his car. "We're going home, right?" Jace asked, fear still in his voice.