The car ride was tense for Tripp. He couldn't speak or communicate with his brother Speedos who were pressed up against him. The car stopped once for about ten minutes. Then it continued on its journey.
He recognized the YMCA on the wrong side of the railroad tracks. At Christmas, he and his frat brothers had delivered gifts for the poor kids there. He had felt like he didn't belong. He and his bros were the only white people there, and the minority kids looked at him like he was an exotic monkey or something. It had been disconcerting.
He was here again. You carry him the bags of Speedos in.
"Hey, Alfonso, I got suits for all the swimmers. Did you send out the email?"
"Yeah, but most of those kids don't have emails. I printed flyers and told Malcolm and Juan to deliver them. I suspect you'll get a few takers soon."
By noon, you have handed out a couple dozen Speedos
"Hey, bro, got a suit for me?" asked Jamal.
The six foot six black youth stepped in front of you. Damn, he had a big dick, you think as his bulge is eye-level with you sitting at the table.
"Yeah, Jamal. Size large or extra large?" you ask.rummaging through the pile.
"I like it tight, so go large," he answered.
You pull out the white Speedo formerly known as "Tripp" Redmond.
"How about this one?"
"Hey, thanks man. I'll suit upo and see you in the pool.
Tripp didn't know what to think when the big black man's head swallowed him up. Surely, he was too small for this man to wear. Turned out the guy really was going to wear him. The guy's cock looked like a redwood hovering over him, as he slipped up the legs. He couldn't scream. He could only stare in horror as he stretched across Jamal's manhood.. He was sure he would rip.