so steve and billy are on their first vacation to miami beach. billy's extremely excited. the march weather couldn't be lovelier for the occasion and the water is pristine.
however...
steve's luggage was lost by the airline. so they stop by a little shop down on the beach front to grab a suit. not about to let one snag ruin their trip. the only thing they can manage to find for steve?
an itsy bitsy teeny weey yellow polka dot... speedo.
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Finally, after months of dreaming and planning and excitement, Billy and Steve were going on their first vacation together. Because of time constraints, it wasn’t feasible to make it all the way to California, but they were heading to Miami Beach for a few days of fun in the sun.
Their excitement lasted until they realized that the airline had lost Steve’s luggage. Sure, his belongings could be replaced, but it wouldn’t be cheap, and it would take time. They’d napped on the plane specifically so that they could drop their luggage, quickly get changed, and head right to the beach and spend a whole day on the sand and in the water. This would set them back some.
“I’ve got an extra towel and pair of flip flops in my bag,” Billy said as they left the airport with his suitcase, in search of a cab. “How about we dump my stuff and I’ll get changed, and then we’ll go to one of the shops at the beach and grab you some swim trunks. You can change in the dressing room and wear them right out. We can worry about replacing the rest of your stuff later. Ok?”
Steve agreed, not wanting to bring Billy down. He did as the blond had suggested, and was now walking towards the beach, feeling overheated in a sweater and jeans, thankful for Billy’s flip flops on his feet.
They went to shop after shop, looking through the racks, unable to find anything in Steve’s size, for some perplexing reason.
Just as they were about to give up, at the last shop, Billy, a mischievous grin on his face, held up an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot speedo.
“No, no way, Billy,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Not a chance. I’d rather swim in my jeans.”
“Come on, pretty boy,” Billy replied, giving Steve puppy dog eyes. “You know you’ll rock them.” He leaned a little closer, whispering. “Imagine how great your ass’ll look them.”
“It’s not my ass I’m worried about,” Steve said blushing, and looking down at himself.
Billy rolled his eyes. “Come on, Steve, you’re not that big. You’ll be fine. The waves are calling your name. Just buy them and get it over with.”
Steve sighed, snatching the speedo from Billy’s hand and marching towards the cash. After they were purchased, the shop attendant pointed him towards the dressing room.
Minutes later, he emerged, his face bright red, towel wrapped around his waist.
“Well, let me see,” Billy said, standing from the chair outside the dressing room.
Looking around the make sure the shop attendant was otherwise occupied, Steve slowly unwrapped the towel.
Billy’s eyes almost bulged out of his head at the sight before him. Steve’s cock was barely contained by the tiny scrap of fabric in a truly obscene display. “You know,” he said slowly. “On second thought, maybe your jeans would be better?”
“Oh no,” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “You got what you wished for. And now you need to suffer the consequences, all day long. If you’re a good boy and keep your hands to yourself, maybe I’ll let you take them off me when we get to the hotel.”
