We were 14, and it was the end of our 8th grade year. The class had an end-of-junior-high pool party at a private club. Edgar had moved into our town earlier that year. He was a bit scrawny, but his parents were rich, and he was pretty cool. He had long, dark hair and spoke with a bit of a northeastern accent.
I hadn't paid that much attention to him, but on this day, he showed up wearing a bikini Speedo swim suit. No one in our Midwestern town wore such revealing suits. I was drawn to it because I envied anyone who could be so open. I was on the shy side.
Edgar's penis was a little on the small side, but through the bikini, there was little left to the imagination. He was obviously circumsized. His penis stuck straight out at a 45 degree angle. You could even make out the piss slit.
I wasn't one of the cool kids, so I was surprised when Edgar spoke to me in the locker room. I was shocked by what he asked me.
He must have seen that I was interested in his bikini, so he came right out and asked me if I wanted to try it on. Of course, I'd like to try it on. He slipped the bikini off, and his little, clipped cock bobbed up and down. He had barely started puberty with a few wisps of dark hair around the shaft. He handed me the silky suit.
"I don't know, " I said. "I don't want to stretch it out." I was quite a bit bigger than Edgar. He took the suit back and tugged on it to show me how much it would stretch.
So, I slipped off my swim suit and jock strap. "Gahh-dang, " Edgar said when he saw me. My dick is only average as an adult, but it was as big at 14 as it is now, and on my 5-foot, 3-inch frame, 115 pounds sopping wet, my hairy, uncut dick swinging between my legs must have looked huge to him.
He immediately took an interest in my foreskin and began asking me a lot of questions about it. As far as I know, I was the only boy in my class who had one. Maybe the only boy in the school.
Naturally, Edgar wanted to touch my foreskin and see it slide up over the head. I looked cautiously at the door and then gave him the go ahead.
He slowly pumped my cock until it was hard as a rock and pointing straight out. I noticed that Edgar's cock was also hard. It had leaped to about 5 inches in length and pointed up, about a 30 degree angle away from his stomach. I reached over and flicked the head of it.
"How do you jerk off without a foreskin?" I asked.
"Just wet it, " he said. He demonstrated. Soon, I had a spit-covered hand sliding up and down his rigid rod. At the same time, he was learning how to pump my foreskin. With his free hand, he was rubbing his speedo against his face.
His cock tightened up, and he shot two or three thin streams of cum against my hand and arm. I continued to stroke him.
Just then, we heard steps at the door, and we ducked into separate toilet stalls. We tried to wait until the person left, but then more people came in.
I ended up jerking off into the toilet and putting my suit back on.
I had hoped for a repeat performance later in the summer, but Edgar's dad changed jobs, and he moved again.
Somewhere out there is a 40-year-old guy with as much of a Speedo fetish as I've got.
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