It was a wilderness retreat - six dudes hanging out on the lakeside with six kegs of beer for the weekend. I must have put on weight since the last time as it took a lot of elbow grease, talcum powder, and sucking my gut in to squirm myself into my wetsuit. It is painfully tight, especially around the crotch, but I figure I won't notice it in the water. I was heading to the shore when the other guys burst into laughter and wolf whistles.

Dave is pointing at my ass, tears of laughter streaming down his face. "And I thought this was meant to be a guy's weekend!" he guffaws.

My stomach drops as I stare down - or it would do if it wasn't currently being crushed inwards and upwards by the corset-like wetsuit that is currently forcing my body into a feminine hourglass. No wonder it was so tight. I feel like toothpaste being squeezed out of a tube as every spare ounce of fat on my is pushed into my buttocks and 'tits'.

"Fuck. I must have picked up my mom's wetsuit by mistake..." I groan, tugging at the neoprene enclosing my cock tightly. "Somebody give me a hand getting out of this, will you?" I bed, trying to reach for the clasp just out of reach.

They of course decline. They prefer me trapped in this thing. All the more fun to tease and play with, and I endure an entire day of ass slaps and chest gropes. Sharing the jetski with Mike is humiliating. Sat up front, I feel his erection digging into my sculpted ass with each wave.

My own dick strains desperately against the constricting rubber, teased constantly, to the point where I'm hornier beyond belief as we sit down to get shitfaced drink as the sun sets.

Their pawing hands are no longer mere teases. Nor are my protests still genuine as I fall into their laps, grinding my trapped cock against their hands for any semblance of relief. Before long, I'm passed around to each of them in turn, satisfying them with the only hole I have left available.

I'm on my knees pleasuring Colin with my lips and tongue, ass in the air, when fingers poke at my rear end, and there comes the rip of a velcro seal, a sudden breeze through some opening in the suit. I glance over my shoulder, rolling my eyes as the guys unbuckle their belts, squabbling among themselves for who will be first.