Michael and Tyler both gasped. Tyler kept his hands on his dwindling manhood until there was nothing but empty flesh between his legs. Michael felt his cock go from six inches soft to a solid ten and a half. In mere moments. He reached down to adjust the bow cramped confines of his speedo when the tear that Benson had started in the swimwear began to widen and the speedo eventually gave way falling to the floor.
Kyle eyed the new appendage appreciatively. "I bet with equipment like that, your little swimmers really make a splash when you cum. It must have been tough getting g through puberty with that fire hose."
Michael's mind flashed back to jerking it when he was younger, his eyes on the girls in the pics and vids of the porn he had gotten the nerve to google, the spurts of jizz making a mess he had to struggle to clean up, his mom complaining about the laundry.
He also remembered parents complaining when he first started swimming. He was obscene or whatever. Unlike the other kids, Michael had always been thankful for the cold water of the pool. It helped keep the monster in check.
"Michael," Kyle said. "You're a really good swimmer. Kind of a hometown legend. Isn't it true that after high school you got a full-ride scholarship because of it?" Kyle said it like a question but it wasn't. Reality was being rewritten and Michael was aging. "You even got a gold at the last Olympics."
Michael could remember it all. He'd been an ok swimmer but he never had the natural talent or drive to make it on the global stage. Now that had changed. He remembered not just being good but being in a class of his own, standing on that stage, hearing his anthem. He remembered it.
Kyle continued, "But, you were always quite a horn dog and a couple of leaked sex tapes took you off the roster of the national team."
Now Michael remembered the tabloids and the shame. His mother calling him embarrassed because of one public tryst or another.
"Still, you managed to parlay that minor fame into a good business plan. You are the owner of the largest landscape and pool company in the Tri-state area. Not bad for a 29 year old. Gold Medal Pools has made you into a household name in these parts and you've managed to make yourself a nice nest egg." Kyle said.
Michael remembered the time and effort that it had taken to grow his business.
But Kyle hadn't stopped describing his meteoric regional success. "Your billboards are all over town. They always have you posing in your swimwear with your medal.. I remember the ones you put up for the Forth of July. Everybody in town was calling it 'the star spangled boner.' I guess you don't mind people knowing that your hauling more than pool equipment around town."
Michael blushed just a bit but he was proud of himself, all of himself. He had turned shame into fame and made his way in the world.
"The even better news is that you recently got married," Kyle said.
Michael was caught in his walk down memory lane but Tyler groaned because he noticed how Kyle's gaze had shifted to him.