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Jace,

Great topic to post.

Normally if I've had a break from swimming I'll forget to tie my drawstring and end up with my speedos around my ankles when I first dive in.

I've never lost them completely though.

I do remember once though in winter I was 19 and at a party (nobody knew I was gay) and I got dacked (you know pants pulled down) and everyone at the party saw my black speedos. It was kinda embarrasing people asking why was I wearing a speedo.


Justin

well, i seem out of place!
i have no embarrassing speedo stories... most likely because i refuse to use the public pool here because it's filty. with no other choice, i swim only in my pool--quite boring really.

I'd have to say when in high school at a buddies house after school. I went over to his house to swim in his pool but he had a dog that hated me.We'd changed into our suits and were playing in the pool when the dog got out. The dog made a straight line for me and chased me around the backyard nipping at my backside whenever he got close. My friend and his sister yelled for the dog but he wouldn't stop. Finally I headed for the back wall of the yard and started to climb. Just as I started climbing the dog clamped down on the back of my speedo and started to tug on it. Whenever I climbed higher the lower my speedo was pulled down by the dog. I tried to hold onto my suit and climb but I couldn't.The dog wouldn't let go and when I reached the top of the wall he had my suit down to my ankles.With one final tug my speedo was off and the dog was running away with it leaving me completely naked hanging over the wall. My friend and his sister tried not to laugh at me hanging there nude. I cried for them to please bring me some clothes and covered my penis as best I could.They did but by the time I got my speedo back the dog had chewed it to bits.

j wrote:well, i seem out of place!
i have no embarrassing speedo stories... most likely because i refuse to use the public pool here because it's filty. with no other choice, i swim only in my pool--quite boring really.

Swimming in a dirty pool isn’t good idea because you can swallow or inhale a lot of water.

However, bathing in slightly dirty water can be a very exciting experience. In the communal baths I took in Japan, all the “water closetsâ€

Guys,

This topic had turned pretty nasty hey - hehehe.

I've only ever swum in dirty rivers nothing like you are talking about California Dolphin.

I did go to a Japanese hot pools complex once in Sydney and you had to nude up. Is that how it works in Japan at all the baths?


Justin

My most embarrasing moment was when I was 16 and

my sister who was a Senior in high school had a pool

party for her birthday. She'd invited all her friends on

the cheering squad and to be honest I was being a pain

hanging around and teasing the girls and splashing

them. Finally they had enough and ganged up on me.

They pulled off my speedo and played keep away with

it. Everytime I tried to get out of the pool they'd pull

me back in. I was yelling for my Mom to help but the

girls were yelling and laughing too loud. When I finally

escaped from the pool I streaked to the back door as

my Mom was coming out. I told her what the girls did

and instead of taking my side she pulled me over her

knee and spanked me naked in front of all those girls.

She told me I had it coming for teasing the girls and

made me apologize to them. I stood ther naked

covering my balls and penis and apologized redfaced.

wow... the bath story is pretty nasty i'd say

Justin wrote:Guys,

This topic had turned pretty nasty hey - hehehe.

I've only ever swum in dirty rivers nothing like you are talking about California Dolphin.

I did go to a Japanese hot pools complex once in Sydney and you had to nude up. Is that how it works in Japan at all the baths?


Justin

The standard procedure for communal bathing in Japan is stripping completely nude, rinsing off in a shower, and then plunge in the hot tub.

Actually, most of the Japanese style baths in school locker rooms are intended for only the basics (rather than the more fancy and luxury type that you find in health clubs) and they are more like an industrial locker room environment (and being a little bit raunchy is considered the norm).

However, they do take precautions to eliminate any water related health hazards by thoroughly rinsing before you get in the tubs and again after you get out.

I noticed that a lot of the other guys get horney and J.O. in the baths and it's considered to be just another form of “safe sexâ€

SpeedoRacer,

Wow that is a pretty humiliating story.

Was your sister older or younger?


Justin

Justin-She was older 18. I had to face those girls at

school for the rest of the year knowing they'd seen me

naked.

wow, that would pretty much suck

SpeedoRacer,

You never know mate - some of those girls might have bought speedos for their boyfriends in the years since. You could have been the beginning of something.

That is brutal of your Mum though (ow yeah we spell Mom as Mum down under).


Justin

lol @ the mum/mom thing
is it wierd i say "mum" but spell "mom?"

back on topic, if only i had been in audience of the incident. *sigh*

Hi Speedorex
I was thinking about this incident and I was wondering why a dog would have such an obsession with attacking a Speedo.

It finally dawned on me that you may have a body odor that resembles an animal scent (known as “phemaronesâ€

So the dog stripped me of my speedo because I smell?

Some people say we shouldn't ever be embarrassed in Speedos. But I sure was one morning in my college freshman P.E. swim class. The pool was of the (very) old design which had at least 12 inches between the water line and the decking. The coach wouldn't let anyone use the ladders; we had to climb up out of the water since, after all, we were there to exercise.

The previous summer I found a fantastic black Catalina Ban-Lon stretch nylon trunk which, with a small swimmer jock, presented a nicely shaped modest bulge. The jock was because I often swam hard and Ban-Lon was too stretchy to hold everything.

Coach called everybody out of the pool one morning and said to line up against the wall by the diving board. I was struggling to haul my ass up onto the deck when a classmate reached up and pushed with her open hand on my ass to help me out of the water. Her fingers caught the tip of my dick and pushed it up and out. By the time I was on my feet, my grower was immobilized in the tight jock and obscenely pointing the way to the diving board. Coach kept us in a circle for over five minutes while he talked and I'm sure he kept us that long because of my obvious discomfort.

At least the guys in the locker room afterward had the decency not to heckle me. Maybe they were glad it didn't happen to them. Seems every guy remembers his first (and probably every) public boner. I do.

School swimming sports when I was about 11. I have always been a dead keen swimmer so was fairly deflated when on day two of our swimming carnival I opened my bag and realised I had forgotten my suit. I took my place in the bleachers, getting ready for a very boring day of no swimming until my mate said I could use his (he was a good enough swimmer but not as keen on swimming as I was and so not fussed if he didn't swim when I wanted to). Myself much happier, we spent the day climbing in and out of his suit whenever either of was up for a swim (being me the majority of the time). He was bigger than me and his suit was a size to large so I made sure to tie them tight to make sure they didn't come loose (even the fabric at the waist started to bunch up because they were to big for me).

As it happened we braked for lunch after he had swum so cleared out of the pool area. When we went back in (from memory we weren't even all that slow getting back) I noticed there were a lot of guys I had been racing against lining up at the other end of the pool.
Realising I was supposed to being the medley race I grabbed my mates suit and dashed for the changing rooms (as fast a dash as "no running" could allow anyway!), stripped off and pulled the suit on, tying it up as I headed to the blocks. I made it in time and even had a small breather before the race started to focus on the race.

When I dove in it became immediately apparent I hadn't tied the suit up as well as I needed to as I felt it slip down over my butt. It wasn't loose enough that it was going to come completely down but even that small amount felt exposed enough so I spent the next 25m of freestyle attempting to pull the back of my suit up with each stroke.

By the time I reached the other end I had managed to pull the suit up to an acceptable state, until I rolled at the end and kicked off. Pushing off the wall i felt the suit slide down again. Not as bad as when I had dove in but it was still slightly down. I tried to yank it back up while I was gliding but between trying to keep in form and turning underwater to get in position for the backstroke leg it didn't really happen. There wasn't a chance I was going to be able to get the suit up during the backstroke leg, the stroke (at least my style) just doesn't allow for the same move I'd managed during the freestyle leg. So I spend that 25m making a mad dash for the other end, my only comfort being I was fairly certain the suit was tied up enough that it had come to a rest just at the base of my dick and it didn't seem to be going any further, and I figured with all the kicking and splashing there wasn't much on show anyway with all the bubbles and white water.

Reaching the other end I made a shambles of the turn trying not to show my backside as I flipped. Pushing off the wall (somewhat weakly) I felt the suit slip down a touch and my dick pop out, but I was already thinking ahead and just as quickly as things had come out I was pulling the suit up again. The length of breaststroke was much more comfortable with nothing to worry about and I gunned it to the end for my final length of butterfly, again remember what was going to happen i stopped things before they went anywhere south so finished off the race with ease.

I got a big cheer from everyone (nobody watching really cared who won, they were just excited for whoever it was) and as soon as I hit the end I double checked the suit to make sure everything was covered, front and back. Feeling already embarrassed about the whole thing I almost died when I climbed out and one of the parent helpers (who was also my Aunty!) was standing in front of me (and everybody else) in fits of laughter holding a roll of sellotape and she asked me if I needed any to hold my suit up! Regardless of what had happened in the pool it was that comment that really made me flush red with embarrassment. I didn't know what to say so I just walked straight to the changing rooms and grabbed my towel - tying the suit up extra tight in the process.

Being somewhat stubborn I continued swimming, avoiding my Aunty at all costs and making sure the suit was tied securly every time. I ended up leaving that day with 8 wins - every race on offer, even the medley (maybe it was the extra adrenalin!)

hmm... apologies! I've never been very good at "short" stories! Too detail oriented!

I was at a pool party with some friends, where we were enjoying the sun and water.
I was wearing a cheap off-brand speedo type suit that had seen a long history of pool chlorine and washing. (Back then, you could get speedo-type suits even at a K-mart!) The other guys were also in speedos, and the girls were in bikinis. As was typical of parties back then, there was plenty of alcohol available.

There was a steep ramp from the clubhouse to the pool. I had to go up to the house to take a leak. Upon my return to the pool, I was walking at a fast clip. At that moment, my speedo got snagged on the gate. I was unable to stop my momentum down the ramp in my inebriated state. It seemed that time slowed down as I heard a horrible "rrrrrIIIIIIIPPPPP". I looked back to see a shredded piece of spandex that used to be my speedo!

Needless to say, my friends had a good laugh out of it, and I spent the rest of the party in a towel. One of my friends would call me "Rip" for a while to chide me.