Secrets

Jon had invited me to spend another weekend at his place with another of his friends. I always find his friends to be interesting so I accepted. Jon had given me a garage door opener and a key to his home after my first visit. He met me as I parked my car in the garage. He was wearing his usual skimpy European swimsuit. “Hi Brad, you’re in the same bedroom as before. Get changed as quickly as you can. I can’t wait for you to meet Mai. Jon turned and disappeared into the house.

I carried my bag upstairs to the bedroom with the skylights. Jon must have had a plan in mind because there was an electric blue European style swimsuit lying on a note on the pillow. I picked up the suit and read the note. “Lover, please wear this. I’m dying to see you in it. Jon. P.S. Your thin running shorts are too tacky.”

The note made me laugh. I stripped then put on the swimsuit. It seemed to be even skimpier than Jon’s. I don’t consider myself to be extremely well endowed or heavily hung, but it took some doing to get my cock and balls arranged and comfortably tucked into the suit. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The bulging pouch made it look as if I was carrying a very nice package.

I walked downstairs and through the house. I suspected Jon and his friend were in the sunroom. As I entered, Jon stood up and got out of the hot tub. “Gawd, Brad! You look so hot! Doesn’t he, Mai?”

“Yes, he does.” Mai stood up in the hot tub and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Mai.” I took her hand. She had a firm grip. “Jon, after you tuck your eyeballs back in, would you be a dear and get Brad and I a glass of wine?” Mai still held my hand. “Please join us.”

I stepped down into the tub. Mai was a black woman in her early thirties. She was wearing a modest two piece swimsuit which didn’t hide the fact she had a nice figure. Mai had large dark eyes and what a smile! When she smiled, the room lit up.