Brad Tomkins and his friend Grant had dates. Grant had a great idea. They would steal the keys to the college’s outdoor pool and go for a late night swim with the girls. The plan was simple Grant would distract Coach Dan Phillips while Brad stole the keys to the pool area. It worked perfectly. Coach Phillips never suspected a thing.

That night, after dinner, Brad and Grant brought Betty and Carol to the gym area for a late night swim. It was dark out, so all four changed into their swim suits right out on the front lawn next to the pool. The girls both wore red one-piece suits and Grant wore baggy green trunks. Brad, however, wore a light blue Speedo.

Brad always had trouble finding pants to fit over his big ass, and swim trunks were no different. The lining in baggier suits was so tight he had to cut it out, but then he had no support for his large dick and low hanging balls so he had to wear a Speedo under his trunks. This didn't make any sense to Brad, why wear two suits? So he opted to just wear the skimpy nylon/lycra Speedo. Truth be told, he liked the way his big ass looked in the Speedo anyway, and the stares he got as his massive ass cheeks peeked out the leg openings.

Once everyone had changed into their swimwear, they headed for the water. The water was cool and the night so dark. The four young people began to play games in the water and lots of grabbing took place in the open night air. These fun and games went on for about an hour before Grant and Betty decided to head to the grassy area for their own fun and games.

As Grant and Betty exited the pool, Brad made his way up the ladder of the diving board. His wet, light, blue Speedo clinging to his meaty cheeks as he did so. His ass dancing as he climbed the ladder.

When he reached the top Carol called out, "Get down here, Stud, and let’s have some fun."

"You got it!" shouted out Brad as Carol climbed from the pool and headed for the grassy area.

Brad ran the length of the board and did a perfect dive. As his muscular 19-year-old body hit the water the lights above the pool came blaring on. Grant, Betty, and Carol were over in the shadows in the grass. They were in total darkness; so all three quietly gathered their things and snuck out the side entrance as quickly as possible.

While all of this was taking place, Brad resurfaced to the top of the water. Confused by all the lights he called out, "What's going on?"

That's when he heard a voice over the loud speaker say, "Whoever's in the pool get out now!"

Brad knew that voice. It belonged to Dan Phillips, his wrestling coach. "Damn", thought Brad. "Busted." As he climbed out of the water he noticed that his were the only clothes lying in the grass, so he figured the others must have gotten away.

Coach Phillips was making his way along the pool and met Brad as he emerged from the pool, soaking wet. "Mr. Tomkins what are you doing?"

Brad saw no point in getting the others in trouble so he just covered, "Just taking a late night swim."

"I suppose it