Yellow Polka Dot Bikini(s)

The only guys in the dressing room, Jennifer must have explained to the women shoppers being fitted for suits there with us that it was okay because we were both gay. Furthest from the truth, the last time I was gay, I mean, happy, was when I was out with Elizabeth last night.

Nonetheless, Dave was in his glory and at this point, while leering at all the topless women in their panties, he no longer complained what he had to go through to help me with my research. We stripped down to our underwear and waited for Jennifer to bring us selections of bikinis in our size. Of course, Dave had a huge erection that tented his briefs. Jennifer brought us bikinis in every color of the rainbow, nearly every fabric, and style.

Finally, she delivered me the bikini that fit me like a glove. With the style and pattern, it even made my cock look bigger. It made my cock look so big that it should have come with a warning sign that read, smaller objects inside may appear bigger from the outside. I was glad that I had taken on this research project. It was an eye opener what women must go through to buy a bathing suit.

Only, when I stepped from the dressing room, Dave was already out in front of mirror admiring the bikini he chose to wear. From the huge selection of bikinis we had from which to chose, it was funny that we picked the same, itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini.

Now, normally, with women, they'd never buy the same bikini as their friend. Yet, since we were guys, manly men, macho, muscular men, what did we care? All we knew is that our cocks appeared huge, perhaps because of the yellow background with the black polka dots.

With our bikinis picked out, the next stop was the Brazilian Bikini Wax Beauty Salon. Accustomed to giving women bikini waxes, we assured the woman who gave us the wax that we were gay lovers and not perverts looking to get off from her seeing us naked and touching us, albeit with rubber gloved hands, while waxing our naked bodies. She agreed to wax our bodies. Only, she seemed to take great pleasure and a sadistic enjoyment in her job of giving us pain, when removing the excess hair from our hairy bodies.