Santa Speedo Run

Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! Scrolling through tumblr this week, I saw a photo of Steve Grand at a Santa Speedo Run, and instantly, I knew that I had to write a story about him. 1600 words later, here is my present for you. Happy holidays, and I hope all of you have your stockings stuffed this week...

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The air was chilly this morning, but it was already starting to warm up as the sun appeared from behind the clouds. I’d been checking the weather too often this week, hoping that some fluke would cancel the event, but alas, it was a beautiful day. Parking downtown, I placed my phone and wallet in the glove compartment, warmed my hands one last time in front of the vents, and then I started walking towards the crowd of people forming near the lot. Some people were already in their outfits, and others like me were holding out until the last possible moment.

I walked over to the coffee shop and saw my friend standing outside it, and she gave me a naughty look once we locked eyes. My coworkers had offered to do this job instead, but I knew that I wasn’t picking any of them.

“Ho ho ho, stud”

“Shut up”

“I got you a hot chocolate, but I also grabbed a hot tea in case you didn’t want it before your run.”

“I will take the hot chocolate, but I wish you’d brought something stronger instead.”

“I already poured in a shot or two- drink up!”

Giving her a hug of gratitude that was also selfishly just for warmth, I begin sipping on the hot chocolate until I felt a bit of the buzz travel throughout my body.

“You’re really doing this, aren’t you?”

“I lost the bet fair and square. It was either give up my office with a view or do this- it was a no brainer.”

“Yeah, but you fell for it in the first place. They knew that you’d never give up that office- they just wanted to fool you into thinking you had a choice.”

“I was a fool for taking this bet in the first place, but at least it will only take above ten minutes.”

She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she didn’t as the temporary speakers set up behind were turned on.

Santa Speedo Run participants, head to the starting line at 12th and Wright Avenue. We’ll commence the race at 10:00.

Nodding at her, I unzipped my sweatshirt and pulled off my sweatpants and stuffed them and my keys into the tote bag she’d brought. Hopping up and down to stay warm, it finally set in that I was really doing this. I was standing downtown in nothing but a shimmery red speedo, a pair of suspenders, and a Santa hat. The outfit had been given to me after losing the bet at the office, and it had been sitting in my car for the past three days before I finally put it on this morning.

The speedo had one of those inner pockets to put your cock through, and once I’d gotten dressed this morning, I realized how obscene my bulge looked protruding in front of me. I looked like I was already half hard, and even in the cold weather, it wasn’t getting any smaller either.

My coworkers knew that I worked out, but in a full suit, they didn’t really know how muscular I’d gotten over the past few years. Looser pants hid my tree trunk thighs, and even Melinda, my friend who went to the gym with me a couple of days a week, was taken aback at the sight of me.

“Steve, you look fucking jacked.”

“Yeah, I just hope these muscles help me run fast.”

“I hope they don’t- see you at the finish line.”

With a kiss on the cheek, she disappeared into the crowd leaving me alone. The people around me were dressed in similar outfits, and I spied a couple of men who’d obviously had their own boozy hot chocolates as well this morning as they pranced around in little thongs. One man in front of me was practically spilling out of a speedo two sizes too small, and I had to look away from the tip of his hard cock peeking out up front.

Get ready, get set, go!

There’d been no real warning that the race would start, but all at once, we started running under arches of snowflakes and Christmas lights. Some classic Christmas tune was playing over a generic house track from the speakers outside of each intersection, and that mixed in with the cheers of the spectators filming every second. I tried to stay in the center of the street to stay as secluded as I could, but looking up, I saw camera flashes from the apartments looking down onto the street, so I knew that there was really no place to hide.

I was downtown in a speedo, and I knew that my coworkers were all standing together somewhere on the route waiting for me.

The halfway mark appeared, and still no sight of them. I started loosening up a bit, but that was probably only from the hot chocolate. As I kept running, I began sweating a bit. The sun was above us now, and with the crowd of people and the occasional heaters that we passed by, it was actually getting a bit toasty even though I was almost naked in December. I felt my thighs sliding against each other, and my suspenders rubbed against my shoulders. I could have slowed down a bit, but I just wanted to get this race over and done with.

Turning a corner, I could see the finish line way down the street, and I put on the gas even more to get there. It hopefully wouldn’t take long to find Melinda and leave, and that thought, the thought of being safely back in my car, spurred me onward. That was the only thought in my head until I felt the first thread snap.

Slowing down just a bit, I felt around my speedo, but I could really feel anything amiss. Maybe it had just shifted a bit as I ran- that was understandable. Less than a block later, I felt more threads rip open. This time, I did feel that the seam right under my taint was starting to come undone. Those fuckers must have done something to the speedo before giving it to me.

As I kept going, more and more of the threads fell away, and I was holding the fabric together with one hand as inconspicuously as I could even though I soon realized that that was impossible. I was in fight or flight mode now, and with nothing else to do, I just kept running. I had to make it to Melinda to get my keys, and I didn’t have my phone to call her and tell me to meet me- I had to make it across that finish line.

“Steve! Steve, look over here!”

“Fuck…”

On the curb ahead of me, practically everyone in my office was standing there cheering me on and filming me.

“Give us a wave, Steve!”

Those fuckers knew what they were doing, and I wasn’t going to let them have the satisfaction. I pulled my hand away from my falling apart speedo to wave to them, proving that I was doing just fine. Unfortunately for me, that was a lie. My speedo had come almost completely undone by then, and as I moved my hand away, the final thread came apart. It was as if in slow motion that both halves of the speedo came flying up into the air. My suspenders had been so tight that they launched the fabric into the air, completely exposing my cock and ass to everyone around me.

“Oh fuck!”

I tried to cover myself up, but as I moved my hands in front of my cock, the suspenders fell right past my shoulders and down to the ground. I didn’t even have time to realize what was happening as I kept running, leaving them on the street behind me.

Completely naked- I was now completely naked.

“Oh my god, he’s naked!”

Coworkers, fellow runners, and every spectator nearby turned to look at me blushing as red as my Santa ha- my hat! Reaching up to grab it, I held it over my cock and moved another hand back to cover my ass as best as I could. Crossing the finish line, that’s the photo that was taken of me, and it would end up on the website. I guess they considered it covered enough to be posted, but I was mortified.

Melinda came running towards me laughing, but a few of my coworkers got there first. Lifting me into the air, I felt the hat tugged away from me and thrown into the crowd, and as much as I tried to fight them, I apparently wasn’t the only coworker who worked out. They held my arms away from my body for a group picture, and unlike the one taken by the race officials, my cock was fully exposed in this one. They even turned me around to capture my beefy ass as well before Melinda was finally able to pass off my clothes to me. I pulled on the sweatpants as fast as I could before they were thrown into the crowd as well, but my coworkers had calmed down by now.

They left me to walk back to my car, and I took the long route, dodging down side streets and through parking lots to avoid the crowds. Finally back at my car, Melinda gave me one final hug before heading towards her apartment, and I got inside. My glove compartment was already vibrating, and I knew that my phone was being blown up with notifications. The picture had either been posted somewhere or sent in some group chat, but I just couldn’t face that right now. Turning the radio up as loud as I could to drown out the buzzing, I headed home.