>Go to a vidya convention dressed up as the Spider-Man 2001 movie concept suit
>Hey! Superior Spider-Man!
>Laugh and have a good time with Pal I dragged along dressed as HUNK.
>known him since I was 8. He was always a string bean, but he was kinda handsome in a chud sort of way
>I'm taller, bigger, and more fit. We looked like your regular ornstein and smough
>inb4 but smough is fat- take a look at his concept art he is JACKED
>Doing normal convention things and whatever
>We'd bet each other who could go longest without taking off their costume, barring bathroom breaks and food.
>After a busy day, we turn in for the night, but neither of us can sleep. Too wired and energetic
>hey anon, wanna sit by the pool?
>I say sure, better than being cooped up in that hot ass room.
>We head down and take a couple chairs, watching some other cosplays mill about
>"wanna go for a dip?"
>how? You're gonna get your gear wet
>he takes off his pants and most of the tactical stuff, excluding the helmet and mask
>he's still wearing his boxers, but u find myself staring longer than I thought
>masks have always been a fetish of mine too
>"hey, you didn't say we couldn't take off only part of the costume"
>he dives in
>and when he comes back up, I feel myself staring at his taut, sinewy muscles
>Up until this point, I didn't think Id be aroused. I was careful not to give myself a boner in my spandex suit
>cross my legs- I was scared and confused. Why was i aroused
>"jump in anon, waters warm!"
>can't help but inch towards the pool, and slip in. My costume wasn't far removed from rubber, so I wouldn't have any issue drying it out later
>he starts swimming around like a dork, while I kinda stand there
>"he he Marco. Marco!"
>polo
>this continues for a few moments, as I look down, thankful the water blurred my hard on, mind racing.
>he comes closer, saying Marco softer each time.
>"Marco."
>polo.
>I can barely even choke out polo.
>he gets right in front of me, chest almost pushing on mine.
>suddenly feel hands on my hips
>"Marco."
>polo.
>they travel down my thighs, to the back of my knees
>"Marco."
>…polo
>every time he touches me somewhere else, he says Marco.
>I say polo every time, until our breaths are nothing more than whispers
>our pecs touch, and his hands travel to my inner thighs,
>he moves his hips closer
>oooh my god I can feel his dick on mine. He's not as hard, but I'm DIAMONDS.
>I stand there, stunned, arms embanked on the edge of the pool
>before his hands can cup my obviously rock solid hard on, we get a few whoops and hollers from a gaggle of girls standing just outside the pools bounds.
>he pulls away, while I find myself strangely cold
>"u-uh. Sorry. Got too close there." >He swims out and away. I get out too, and we head back to our room without a word, except for good night
>I take a shower when I know he's asleep and furiously masturbate to the thought of frotting again
>rest of con goes by without incident
Ever since then, I found I enjoyed dIck more than cunt.