I arrived right at two. A few other guests were already in attendance and others were arriving. Steve had not shown up but Mike introduced me to some people I had not met. Everyone seemed real classy. The women were, indeed, good looking and their guys handsome. I was probably the youngest by at least five years.
“Hi, John. Glad you could make it. What would you like to drink? I make a great margarita, but go easy, it’s powerful.”
“Thanks, Bill, for inviting me. I’ll try one.” A couple of drinks later I was starting to feel more at ease.
An hour or so into the party people started putting on their swim attire, using the cabana for changing. I intended to buy a new suit but didn’t get around to it. Now I could kick myself. The one I had was a couple of years old from high school swim team. Would still fit? I decided to wait.
“John, you did bring a suit, didn’t you,” Bill asked sometime later. “Go put it on. Everyone else is using the pool.”
I had reason to worry. My suit was a Speedo style. As such it was somewhat revealing but not unlike that of other guys on the team. But since then I filled out somewhat. Other guys at this party had on trunks. I knew I was going to be embarrassed all to hell. I tucked my junk in as best I could.
Mike caught me as I came out of the cabana. “There you are. I want to – to – introduce you to some new people.” He hesitated mid sentence as he stared at my crotch. I flushed bright red.
“Damn, guy. That’s some bulge you got there. Trying to show off?”
“No,” I stammered. It’s my old suit. I didn’t have anything else. God, what am I going to do.” I opened the cabana door and started to go back in.
“No you don’t,” as he pulled me back. “You’re a good looking guy with a nice body. If you got it, flaunt it, I say. Come over here to the bar and settle down.”
Bill, the boss, was bartending.
“John’s a bit embarrassed, Bill, since all he had was his old swim team suit. I told him not to worry.”
Bill’s eyes dropped from my face to my crotch. “The women are going to be all over you, John. Hell, maybe even some of the guys! Hey, let me fix you a drink. Just stay here by the bar until you calm down a bit.”
“Bill, I need a refill,” one of the wives, Joyce, said as she approached the bar.
“Oh, my. Who is this hunk?” she exclaimed.
“John. He’s the new summer hire. John, I don’t think you have met Joyce.”
I was forced to turn from the bar toward her. Her eyes immediately dropped to my crotch. I turned another shade of red.
“Is that real?” she blurted.
“Joyce, go easy. John’s a little embarrassed since he only had his swim team suit.”
“Honey, if you got what I think you got you should be mighty proud. If my husband wasn’t here I would drag you into the house and rape you!”
I was at total loss for words. Joyce got her drink and walked over to several women. They all turned in my direction. I turned back to the bar as they giggled and whispered to each other.
“Come on, John. Get in the pool. You’ll be less conspicuous,” Steve suggested as he joined Mike and me.