Miranda the co-captain

Nathan trailed behind Miranda as she led him upstairs to her younger brothers room. His palsm wear sweaty, and he felt on the edge of a nervous breakdown. He couldn't decide if it was the idea of wearing a speedo infront of all these hot girls and guys with his little package. Or the fact that it was THE Miranda Davis, of all people that was going to help him. Either way he felt like he was way in over his head.

Miranda pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room looked like your average teenage boys room. With clothes everywhere and a sweaty smell. The walls were lined with posters of famous swimmers and divers. Their filled out speedos looking back at him. A shelf near the window displayed all kinds of swim trophies. ''Wow... I guess your brother is really into swimming'' Nate said trying to make conversation as he glanced around the room.

Miranda chuckled as she opened the closet. She gave Nate a nice view of her ass as she bend down. He felt his face redden and his little dick stiffen. ''Yeah! He is a total swim nerd. He is only sixteen but allready competing at state levels... I guess swimming is a family thing'' She began throwing clothes out of his closet in search for the speedos. Nathan awkwardly shifted by the bed. Trying to push the thoughs away of his tiny dick in the speedo. He tried to think of ways to get out of this situation. But some part of his stupid horned up brain really liked the idea of being alone with Miranda in this room. ''He takes the sport very serious then'' Nate says trying to fill up the silence.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Miranda replied, pulling out a small stack of folded speedos and setting them on the bed. She glanced back at Nathan, giving him a sly grin. “Though, fair warning... he is sixteen so I don't know if these pouch sizes are going to work for you'' she said giving him a sly grin. Nathan's heart skipped a beat. ''P-pouch sizes? What for pouch sizes?'' He asks unsure with what she ment.

Miranda gave a casual shrug, clearly enjoying his discomfort. ''You know... the front part. Some of these are uh… more generous than other'' She smirked as she laid out four speedos in a neat row on the bed. Nathan staired at the speedos as if they were alien artifacts. They came in different colors. red, navy blue, black, and a vibrant green. and each one seemed impossibly small. But now that Miranda had mentioned it, he could see a differences in the shape of the pouches. Some were flat and tight looking, while others had a bit more… space.

Miranda grabbed the labels of each of the speedos and straightend them out. Each showing a big letter. ''S, SM, M, LM'' Miranda read out loud. ''Small, Small medium, Medium, and Large medium... those are the sizes of well... the pouches. She said sneaking a glance down at his jeans. ''See?'' Miranda said, pointing to the green one first. ''This one’s good if you’re working with a lot down there. But, uh, if you’re not, it might look a little empty''. Her finger moved to the black speedo. ''This one’s more standard... works for most guys. The red ones a bit smaller, and the blue one'' She paused and gave him a teasing look. ''Well, let’s just say it’s not made for, uh, a full package''.

Nathan wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He could barely meet her eyes as she leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed, watching him squirm. ''So Nathan... which one is it going to be'' She said grinning.