Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2016 17:45:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Matt Johnson <speedoguy1992@yahoo.com>
Subject: Speedo High: Part 1 (high school)

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Speedo High: Part 1

I loved being naked.In fact, my parents were naturists, and my brother Luke
and I had been raised ina home where clothes were rarely worn. We had a
swimming pool in our backyardwhich was totally private and where we never
wore clothes, so we never had tanlines. Not only did my parents raise us to
be totally comfortable with ournaked bodies, they also never took us to a
barber shop. My dad always wore apony tail. As a professor of art at a
local liberal arts college, he could getaway with wearing his hair long. My
mom and dad thought that hair was as naturalas the body and, therefore,
should not be cut. Once my brother Luke started highschool, however, he
started getting haircuts. He said that his long hairinterfered with
sports. I, on the other hand, liked having long hair, in spiteof the fact
that, for as long as I could remember, people automatically assumedthat I
was a girl. It never bothered me, but it drove Luke crazy. Anytime
someonereferred to me as his little sister, he immediately defended me.

 I was completelycomfortable with myself. I guess being a naturist had been
a very good thingfor me. In fact, I liked being a pretty boy and laughed
when an unsuspectingolder person called me "young lady."

 I also was totallycomfortable with the size of my cock. I knew it was
smaller than mostfourteen-year-old boys' cocks, but I was okay with
it. Growing up naked, I hadhad plenty of time to compare myself to
others. One of the reasons I was coolwith is was that my dad was my hero,
and his cock was exactly the same size asmine—two inches long when soft
and four inches long when hard. We were also bothalike in the body hair
department. We had very little. On the other hand, Luke,who was three years
older than I was, was the polar opposite of dad and me. Hiscock was at
least six inches long when soft and seven inches long when hard. Hewas what
they call a shower, not a grower. But, he had a lot to show. He wasalso
very hairy.

 The three of usalso had a lot in common. We all had brown hair, blue eyes,
and were very fit.We even had the same smile with nice rows of perfect
white teeth. Luke and Ialso had very similar faces. I always thought that I
looked like what Luke wouldlook like if he was a girl. But, I was not a
girl or even a sissy. I was allboy.

 Growing up as anaturist, I knew how to keep secrets. My parents did not
allow us to tell anyoneabout this part of our lives and always wore clothes
in front of our friends.They did not want other families to keep their
children from visiting our housefearing that they would "indecently expose"
themselves. They were bothprofessionals and active members of the local
catholic church, so they had tokeep their penchant for going au natural a
secret.

 I always lookedforward to the times when we would join other families like
ours for clothingfree vacations. In fact, I can never remember a vacation
in which clothesplayed an important part. There are private campgrounds all
over the countryand islands in the Caribbean that cater to families like
ours where we can doeverything naked. I had played tennis, gone jogging,
and played volleyball inthe nude. We ate dinner with other families in the
nude, and I even wrestledwith boys my age naked. It was awesome.

 The naturistfamilies that we associated with never confused being nude
with being sexual. Myparents never had sex with other adults or in front of
us. They were faithfulto one another and protective of us. Naturally, they
had seen Luke and me, andwe had seen our dad and other boys and men with
erections. It was a natural partof life. We talked openly about sex, but we
did not openly have sex with other theother kids or adults just because we
were naked. This part of our lives wasconsidered to be personal and
private. In fact, at the age of fourteen, I wasstill a virgin. The only sex
I had ever had was with myself, and I had itfrequently.



Even my bestfriend Bob did not know I was a nudist. We were freshman, and
we wereinseparable. We had just finished our first semester at Speedo High
School, andwe loved it. The school's focus was on water, and Louisiana had
plenty of itwith the Gulf coastline, lake after lake, miles and miles of
rivers, and lushgreen bayous. Many of the sports were water related. In
addition to thefootball, basketball, soccer, track, and wrestling teams; we
had a swim team, adiving team, a water hockey team, and even a water skiing
team. The actual nameof the school was The Academy on the Water, but we all
called it Speedo Highsince nearly a third of the boys were on the water
sports teams for which aSpeedo was the uniform.

 Bob and and Ihad been best friends since the third grade and even chipped
in to buy Jackie abirthday present in the third grade since we both liked
her. We hung outtogether every weekend and decided to camp out at his house
when he got a tentfor Christmas. We wanted to make sure we could set it up
before we took it outfor a real camping trip on one of the islands in the
lake.

 Bob's dad was adoctor, and this was an amazing tent with more than enough
room for twoenergetic ninth grade boys. The night started with us eating
snacks and playingcards until I suggested that we play strip poker and Bob
agreed.

 Even though itwas December, it was a warm Louisiana evening, and we played
Black Jack.Whoever lost the hand had to remove an article of clothing. We
each had sevenarticles on. I lost first and took off my shirt exposing my
smooth 14-year-oldchest and brown nickel-sized nipples. I lost again and
took off my shortsexposing my white Jockey Elance bikini underwear. I was
sitting there on thefloor of the tent with a small tent of my own still
wearing my socks and shoes,my hair tied back in a pony tail. Naturally, I
was not at all self-conscious andliked it when Bob checked me out by
sneaking glances at my tight white briefs. Iwas so accustomed to being
naked or dressing in a thin nylon swimsuit that Iwas not the least bit
uncomfortable wearing bikini underwear in front of otherguys, especially
Bob. Finally, Bob lost a hand and took off a shoe. I calledhim a chicken,
and we started wrestling. I was surprised to feel his hard cockinside his
shorts while we struggled to pin each other down. We got sweaty andBob
finally dominated me by getting me on my back while sitting on my
stomachwith his hands pinning down my arms. He threatened to let spit fall
from hismouth by letting some hang from his mouth before sucking it back
in. I wasstruggling to get free, laughing, and begging him not to drop a
loogie on myface. Finally, he let one rope of spit go too far and landed in
my open mouth.That was it. While he was shocked, I spit it out and turned
the tide to myadvantage by pinning him to the floor of the tent on his
stomach while sittingastride his butt. I put my hands on his shoulders and
did my best to keep himfrom turning over. I was still hard and my four inch
long boy cock--still in myundies--was wedged in his ass crack. He flipped
over and we struggled some morewhile I tried to pull off his t-shirt since
he had been too chicken to take itoff himself. He finally removed the shirt
before I ripped it and said,"Okay, now can we go on with the poker game?"
His chest was just likemine except his skin was whiter and his nipples
seemed pinker.

 Both of us wereout of breath and really sweaty, so we got some Gator Aid
and kept playing. Ilost again and took off my undies. Bob died laughing. He
could not believe Iwould take off my underwear and leave my socks and shoes
on. My smooth ballswere hanging low because of the heat, but I still had a
hard on. Bob laughedand asked me, "Does that thing ever go down?"

 I responded,"I don't really know bro. It's got a mind of its own." I had
awinning streak for a while and Bob was barefooted and down to his tight
blackbikini underwear. It was obvious that his cock was also thinking hard.

 I was still inmy socks and shoes when Bob said, "Let's make this
interesting. The firstone to lose all his clothes has to run down to the
corner and back naked. Theodds were in my favor of winning since I had
still had four things left tolose--both socks and both tennis shoes--so I
took the bet. As luck would haveit, Bob went on a winning streak and in no
time I was down to one sock. Hestill had on his underwear and a hard on. In
the final hand Bob was dealt aQueen face up and I got a two. Holy
shit. After he got his face down card, Bobdid not take a hit. Since I was
dealt a Jack face down, I decided to take ahit. Lo and behold Bob dealt me
a ten. I busted. Bob was cracking up andreminded me that a bet's a bet, so
I had to run. I took a look out of the tentand the street was quiet. It was
nearly midnight. I begged him to be a sportand run with me. I even offered
a new bet. The first one back to the tent hadto take the next dare. So
there we were--two fourteen-year-olds running for thestop sign under the
street lights--one very white blonde-haired boy wearingblack bikini
underwear and one with long brown hair and tanned skin wearingnothing at
all. We raced like our lives depended on it.

 Just after weboth ran around the stop sign, with me in the lead, a car
came down the streetwith its lights shining on us. We ran even faster with
our hearts beating inour throats when the driver rolled down his window. It
was an older, highschool-aged boy who yelled, "Look at the little fag with
the teenie weenie!"I looked down and realized he was right. Funny thing
fear. It had ruined myerection. My four-inch-long cock had deflated and was
now its regular twoinches in length. I ran straight for the cover of the
tent. I got there first,panting and sweating, feeling awkward.

 Bob, on theother hand was laughing like crazy. "I am sure glad I wasn't
naked. Thatguy in that car is a senior at our school named John David, and
he lives justdown the block. Dude, you are so busted. If even made fun of
your dick,Matt."

 "He's notthe first one to make fun of me man. Last week after PE when we
were undressingfor showers, Joey laughed and said, 'You got a little dick,
bro.' Hey, comparedto him, I am small."

 "Dude,compared to every guy in our school, you are small," Bob said.

 "You're notthat much bigger than I am," I shot back. "I've seen your dick
plentyof times in the locker room. It looks to me like it's around three
inches long;I've got two inches here I said," squeezing my little cock. I
immediately wentfor his black briefs and pulled them down knocking Bob onto
his sleeping bag.

 "What thefuck?" Bob yelled, caught off guard.

 Now it was myturn to laugh. "Dude, you've got a hard on." Then, I stopped
talkingfor a moment. Our dicks had only a one inch difference in length
when we weresoft. Now that Bob was hard, there was a noticeable
difference."Damn," I said surprised, "I guess I didn't figure that
yourswould double in size like mine does when it gets hard."

 Wagging it withhis right hand Bob said, "This guy has been eating his
Wheaties. Yours isa full two inches smaller than mine."

 He was right,and my ego needed a boost. "Look, it doesn't matter how big
it is, I canstill outrun you. Hey, that reminds me, you owe me a dare."

 "You'reright man. But first, would you mind giving me my underwear back?"

 "No way,Jose. I'm keep these until you do the dare. Who needs underwear,
anyhow? It'sjust us two guys here. I think it feels awesome hanging out
like this."

 "Whatever,man," Bob responded. "Maybe John David was right; you are a
fag."

 "Take thatback," I demanded tackling Bob. We began to wrestle again. This
time,however, we were both naked. "I'm not a fag. You are!"

 I pinned himdown on his back. In that position my cock landed right on top
of his. I pinnedhis arms down and paused a minute to catch my breath, sweat
dripping from myforehead landing on him.

 It was then thatI realized my two inch-long dick was getting hard
again. It felt so good.

 "Get off ofme," Bob begged. "Dude this is getting weird."

 "Who givesa shit if it's weird. It feels pretty awesome right?" I began to
rub my four-inch-longhard cock against his six-incher.

 "This is sogay bro."

 "Do youwant me to stop?" I asked.

 "What if mymom or dad come out to check on us?" Bob asked.

 "Look, bro,it's after midnight. They are dead asleep." I smiled. His green
eyes wereso nice.

 "Dude weare both hard as rocks. I guess that makes us both..."

 "Horny?"I asked.

 "No, dude,the word is 'gay.'"

 "Maybeyou're right dude, but this is fucking amazing right?" I smiled
again.

 "I have toadmit it. It feels so good Matt."

 "Are youready for your dare?" I asked.

 "You betyour ass I'm ready," he said.

 "I dare youto kiss me?"

 "Are youserious man? Like a guy and a girl, dude?" he asked.

 "No, liketwo guys. Just close your eyes," I replied. I closed mine too and
began tomove toward his mouth. When our lips touched, I realized how dry my
lips were,so I stuck out my tongue to wet them. When I did, he stuck his
tongue out tooand it felt crazy good. For the next few minutes we were both
lost in thisamazing moment--tongues inside each other's mouths; hard boy
cocks oozing allover; hearts beating like tribal drums; and slim, smooth
bodies writhing on thevinyl floor of the dark tent. My tanned body
contrasted with his fair whiteone. We were both fit from the years we had
spent in our Speedos on swim teams.

 After enjoyingthe most erotic kiss of our boyhoods, we finally rolled off
of one another andlay there in the dark on our backs holding hands. We were
both panting as if wehad just finished a hard swim practice and were
covered in precum, saliva, andsweat.

 Once hisbreathing returned to normal, Bob was the first to speak, "Wow
Matt! Thisis unbelievable, bro. Who would ever have thought two boys who
had a crush onthe same girl in the fourth grade would be crushing on each
other in theninth."

 I turned on myside to face him. His blonde wavy hair, crooked smile, and
swimmer's bodycombined to create a beautiful boy. "I have to admit, that I
never thoughtyou would get into something like this. I realized I liked
guys in the sixthgrade when I had a crush on Randy Hebert," I admitted.

 "No way!Randy Hebert? Did you ever tell him?"

 "I hardlyever spoke to him. I liked him a lot though. He was a really good
soccerplayer, and always looked amazingly neat even after a long hot game."

 "So, who doyou like now?" Bob asked with his red lips turned up at the
corners into aseductive smile.

 "I'm notreally sure," I laughed. "I've got really low standards
though. Iguess you'll do."

 "What thefuck? I'll do? I guess I am going to have to kick your ass." Once
again,the two of us started wrestling. Our cocks were still rock hard. I
felt hisagainst my back when he pinned me on my stomach briefly. Once I
broke free andgained the advantage, I felt my cock on top of his hard-on
when I managed tostraddle him and pin his arms above his head. "Okay I
win," Iclaimed. "So, are you ready for your next dare?"

 "You bet Iam," Bob responded impulsively, "Just get off of me, okay?"

 Once again wewere lying side by side. I took Bob's hand and said, "I dare
you to touchmy dick." I put his hand on my hard boycock.

 He wrapped hisfingers around it and said, "Awesome, it feels both hard and
hot."Using our combined sweat and precum as a lubricant, he started to
stroke me.

 I closed my eyesand saw rainbows and starlight. It felt so good. No one,
but me, had evertouched my hard cock, and I was happy Bob was the first. He
stroked hard andfast. Pumping my cock faster and faster like he knew what
he was doing. Ireached down to feel my balls and realized that they had
drawn up into myhairless sack. I knew what this meant. In mere seconds,
before I could warnBob, I starting shooting. Three ropes of cum erupted
from my dick landing allover my hard stomach and tanned chest. It was
amazing. I heard myself chantingwithout even thinking of how loud I was:
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck!"

 It was at thatmoment that I heard laughing from outside the tent. The next
second the entiretent collapsed on top of us. "What the fuck?"

 Author: MattJohnson (Speedoguy1992@yahoo.com)