Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2016 12:08:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Matt Johnson <speedoguy1992@yahoo.com>
Subject: Speedo High: Part 5 (high school)

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                              Speedo High: Part 5


After breakfast we jumped into Dr. O'Bryan's Jaguar with Bob in the front
seat and me in the back. Bob started laughing as soon as his dad started
the car. "Dad, I cant't believe you called it the 'naked truth'. That was
so funny. Of course, now John knows that we camped out naked. I'm sure
that freaked him out. Thankfully, Carol Ann had no clue.?

I could tell by the way she looked at him that Bob?s six-year-old sister
Carol Ann idolized him.

"I'm sorry, guys. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to mess with
you two. I still don't understand why John David didn't just go back to
his house after you finished playing cards," Dr. O'Bryan replied.

"I know what you mean. We thought it was kind of weird too, but he turned
out to be such a nice guy that we both didn't really care," I said.

"I guess he just likes hanging out with younger guys. You know he has a
younger brother who is also in the ninth grade," Bob said.

"That's right," Dr. O'Bryan said. "He and John play video games together
sometimes. I think his name is Paul. I remember that the first time he
came over with that Mohawk haircut I thought he had stepped out of an old
Coyboy and Indian movie. The black brush of hair down the center of his
head reminds me of the helmets the ancient Romans wore, and I cannot
figure out how he keeps the sides so smooth. That wild hair and his
inability to make eye-contact made me think he might not be a good
influence on John. But, once I saw how kind he was to Carol Ann, I
realized that he is a good kid. Don?t get me wrong, Paul is pretty tough.
One time, when I caught he and John wrestling, he pinned John in less
than a minute."

I let the video in my mind of John and Paul wrestling play itself over
several times. I wondered if they got as hard as Bob and I did whenever
we wrestled. Before I had time to give it much more thought, we arrived
at the school for swim practice. Bob and I grabbed our swim bags and
dashed for the indoor pool. We had to be ready to go with our goggles
around our necks and our feet dangling in the pool by 9:00 a.m. sharp.
Coach Pete added another minute to our warm-up swim time for every minute
that a member of the team was late. I removed my cap, t-shirt, and flip
flops and stuffed all of them into my swim bag in one fluid motion. I
also remembered to take my cap and swim buoy out of the bag and to grab a
kickboard before I joined the other fifteen boys on our junior varsity
team. Since my hair was so long, I was the only boy who wore a swim cap
during practice. Bob and I almost always shared a lane for the entire
practice since our times were very similar.

In the lane next to us were the Murray twins, Grant and Gary. One year
older than us, they were both amazing athletes and incredibly handsome.
They both look like younger versions of Tom Daley, the Olympic swimmer
from the UK, and they had super hero chins. The two were always
together, oftentimes finished each other's sentences, and always wore the
school?s black Sharks team Speedos. Even though they were very masculine,
they were also very affectionate with each other--giving each other high
fives in the pool, slapping each other's butts outside the pool, and
hugging each other anytime one of them won an event. I have to admit that
I had entertained more than a few fantasies which involved the two of
them kissing and jacking each other off. I always found male twins to be
very erotic and even fantasized about having my own twin who knew exactly
what I wanted him to do to me when we had sex together.

At exactly 9:00 a.m. all of our eyes were drawn to the door which led
from the coach's office into the indoor swimming area anticipating Coach
Pete's entrance in his faded red swim shorts and black coach's t-shirt
with Shark emblazoned on it. He always got our attention my blowing the
whistle he wore around his neck. Instead, we were all surprised to see a
high-school aged kid emerge from the office wearing the black team Speedo
and nothing else. His body was nearly perfect and his long brown hair was
pulled back into a pony tail. I could hardly believe my eyes. It was John
David--the same John David whose Speedo I was wearing, the same John
David who had taught me how to give Bob a blow job a few hours earlier,
and the same John David who had blackmailed me into giving him a hand job
last night. I was shocked!

I was also surprised to see that right behind him was a younger version
of himself?light brown skin, blue eyes, and all. His body had the
definition of a runner without any fat. Instead of a ponytail, however,
this kid had an amazing black Mohawk. He was also wearing the team's
black Speedo, but it looked like it was his first time to ever wear a
Speedo since he had a board shorts tan. So, he had that awkward lighter
skin on his legs from where the Speedo stopped at the top of his thighs
down to wear his board shorts would have covered him just above his
knees. Dr. O'Bryan was right, if this was Paul, John David's younger
brother, he did look like he had an attitude.

It wasn't until he shouted that my attention was drawn away from Paul and
back to John David. "Boys, hit the bleachers. We need to have a short
team meeting before we get into the pool." The boys quickly and
obediently moved to the bleachers eager to hear the news. John David
stood on the pool deck facing the bleachers with his hands on his hips.
Like Coach Pete, he also had a whistle hanging from his neck. However,
unlike Coach Pete, every member of the team could clearly make out the
outline of his teen cock and balls in his Speedo; damn he was hot. He
started his talk: "My name is JD. I am senior high on the varsity swim
team here at The Academy on the Water, and I will be your swim coach
during the winter break. This handsome kid here is my younger brother,
Paul. Since I was offered the job of coaching the team, he decided to
give swimming for a team a try. Even though this is his first time to
train to swim competitively, he is a strong swimmer, a fast runner, and a
good athlete. I hope you'll make him feel welcome." All of the guys
clapped their hands and shouted words of welcome.

Coach JD (John David) continued, "I know that you are probably wondering
why I wear my hair long since swimmers typically seek to reduce drag by
removing all the hair from their bodies and keeping the hair on their
heads short. Well, the reason I wear my hair this way and Paul has a
Mohawk is because we are one-half Native American. Since our grandfather
is chief of the local tribe here in Louisiana, we spend a great deal of
time with him and our grandmother on the reservation. We wear our hair
like this out of respect for our grandparents and our heritage. Are you
guys cool with it?" When he paused, several of the guys assured him that
they thought his Native American heritage was very cool. "Oh yea, before
I forget, no one ever calls my little brother here Paul. We all call him
Indian Boy."

The sound of his voice and his awesome presence made my cock swell to its
full four inch length inside my swim suit. It pointed toward my belly
button and nearly popped out of the top of the swimsuit. Thankfully, Bob
seemed to be the only one to notice. I definitely needed the benefit of
cold water and its natural shrinking effect to save my pride. I was
thankful when he said, "Okay boys, let's start with a fifteen minute
warm-up--free style on the odd-numbered laps and breast stroke on the
even numbered ones." Half of us lined up in front of the eight lanes of
the pool. Once Coach JD yelled, "Ready, set, go!" eight boys, including
me and my boner, dove into the pool and swam free-style toward the other
end of the 25 meter-long pool. During our flip turns eight more boys dove
into the pool to start their first laps. When I passed Bob at the
midpoint of our lane, he gave me two thumbs up underwater. I guess he was
as excited about our new coach as I was.

It turned out that Coach JD led a great two-hour long practice. He even
got into the pool with us during the last 15 minutes of sprints. He
tucked his ponytail into a swim cap and showed us how competitive he
truly was. He would lead us to believe that we could beat him, but he
invariably surged ahead and touched the wall before any of the other boys
on the team every time.

After the practice was over, we all headed for the shower room which was
located in the swim team locker room. It was basically a tiled square
room with five shower heads on three of the walls and a large round drain
in the center of the room. There were enough shower heads for all sixteen
of us since Gary and Grant, the twins, always shared the same shower
head. Bob
and I typically chose to the two shower heads right next to the twins.
Today, however, Indian Boy took the one Bob normally used, so we took the
next two. The warm water felt good on our skin, and we were all pretty
quiet as we tried to recover from the grueling practice. Indian Boy was
quick and was the first one to leave the shower room

We were all surprised again when Coach JD joined us in the open shower
room to rinse off. Coach Pete had never even set foot in the boy's
dressing room, and here was our new coach showering with us. He chose the
shower head Indian boy had been used. It was right in between Bob and the
Murray twins. Like the rest of the team, he started his shower with his
Speedo still on in order to rinse the chlorine off of it. I began to
wonder if he would let the entire team see his hairless body or would he
keep that a secret. Since all of guys on the junior varsity team were
freshmen and sophomores, they all had bushy cocks and would expect him
to have the same.

While I was musing about pubic hair and furtively scoping out my
teammates to see if any of them were going to take off their jammers and
bikinis in front of our new coach, John David boldly pulled his bikini
off, poked his head through one of the leg openings and wore it around
his neck while he soaped up his chiseled naked body and his beautiful
uncut cock. For a full minute every guy on the swim team watched Coach
JD's every move and admired his excellent physique before their impulse
control reminded them that it was not cool to stare at another guy's nude
body. Then, in unison, every boy removed his swimsuit, and the guys
wearing bikinis hung them around their necks just like Coach JD had done.
I would not have been surprised if, then and there, that every single
boy, including the beautiful Murray twins, would have shaved off their
pubes if someone had produced a razor. The new coach had made an
incredible impression on his new team.

Next my eyes were drawn to the Murray twins. It looked like I was not the
only one who liked watching them wash each other's backs. Apparently
Coach JD liked watching them too because his cock started to grow. I
realized that I was definitely devoting too much of my attention to John
David. I did not want to make my fascination for him obvious to the
entire team, so I furtively looked around the shower room to see if any
of the other guys had caught me perving on our new coach. I could not
have been more wrong; not one member of the team was paying any attention
to me because nearly every one of them was watching Coach JD's every
move. I swear that I heard at least four of the boys gasp when John
David's cock went from a semi to a full-fledged six-inch-long hard-on.
With his eyes closed, he allowed the warm stream from the shower to rinse
the soap out of his long hair and off of his back while he wrapped his
fingers around his engorged uncut cock with one hand and cupped his balls
with the other.

In front of the audience of fifteen other boys, our new coach was
actually masturbating. Of all of the surprises that the past twelve hours
had held for me, this one was, by far, the greatest! I suddenly became
aware that my cock was bone hard. Right next to me, my new boyfriend was
also hard as were the Murray twins. As I looked around the room, one
after another of the fourteen other members of the team began to stroke
their cocks unabashedly. No one could possibly have choreographed this
scene any better. Each boy was stroking his cock with his right hand
while playing with his balls and perineum with his left hand. We were all
facing the center of the shower room with warm water washing down our
backs, and we were watching each other. It was amazing. Even when we
accidentally made eye contact with one another, no one self-consciously
broke off the connection. As I looked around the room, I realized that I
had never been more turned on in my entire young life. This was so
fucking hot! Even though, except for the Murray twins, no two cocks
looked the same, and they were all different colors, girths, and lengths;
we all had at least three things in common. We were all horny boys,
masturbating as one, dying to cum. At some point, Gary and Grant, the
twins, who were standing side by side had switched off and were stroking
each other's five-inch-long cocks. I had a strong suspicion that this was
not the first time they had done this.

Before I realized what was happening, Bob had moved to my side. He nudged
me and looked over at the Murrays. I knew what he wanted to do, so I
nodded my head. My heart started racing even faster than it already was
when he took my cock in his hand, and I took his cock in my hand. As we
kept on stroking, I knew that this single act had just told the other
boys that we
were gay. It was one thing to lose your inhibitions and take part in a
circle jerk, it was another thing entirely to boldly take another boy's
cock into your own hand and to stroke it--this behavior marked you as
queer. When I looked over at Coach JD to see if he had reacted to the
coupling of the Murray brothers and Bob and me; I was pleased to see that
he was smiling. He even gave me a wink.

Now I wanted to see who had the biggest prick in the room. I immediately
thought of Jamal, another ninth grader, who was also the only black boy
on the team. Just like all of the horny white boys, Jamal was getting
into this erotic act. I had always been impressed with his black skin and
athletic body. I had noticed that he had kinky pubes and that he filled
out the pouch of his Speedo better than anyone else on the team. Now, the
mystery was over. Out from his bush of tightly curled black pubic hair
protruded the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least eight
inches long, and it was also uncircumcised. Damn, he looked outrageously
sexy.

I realized that I was being unfaithful to Bob, by perving on the other
boys, so I refocused my eyes on him. Holy fuck, was he ever beautiful. He
smiled and licked his lips when my blue eyes met his green ones. I
thought for a moment that maybe he wanted to kiss me, but I was not ready
to do that in front of the entire team. We would find time to kiss when
we were alone. My focus on Bob was short lived, however, when I heard JD
start moaning. He started shooting rope after rope of cum from his
six-inch long Indian stick.

Grant and Gary were the next to go. They both laughed out loud while they
ejaculated, filling the air with their sperm and fulfilling one of my
fantasies. Watching these three horny boys fire their cannons, definitely
set off a chain reaction as one after another of our Speedo-loving team
began
to moan and to shoot their loads coating the shower floor with their
salty boy cream. When I felt my balls draw up, I looked down at Bob's
balls, and saw that his sack had become tight too. I stroked his penis
harder and faster and fought the urge to kiss his wet lips. Bob also
stroked my
boy-sized cock more firmly and quickly until we both reached our orgasms
together and, in spite of the fact that we had cum numerous times in the
past twelve hours, began to shoot rope after rope from our boycocks.

At this point all but one of the sixteen cocks in the shower room had
fired its schlong juice onto the shower floor. Jamal had not yet released
his venom from his long black snake. With all of our eyes upon him, Jamal
closed their eyes, clinched his black butt cheeks, increased the speed of
his pumping, and began to fire seemingly endless ropes of white chocolate
cum into the misty air. When he was done, the guys actually applauded
while Jamal walked around the white-tiled room giving high fives to every
white hand which was waiting to connect with his strong black hand in the
air. I had never felt closer to a group of guys than I did to the sixteen
boys in that shower room at that moment in time. It was truly surreal,
and I did not want the sexual high to ever reach its end.

Shortly after Jamal returned to the place where he had fired his
awe-inspiring load, Coach JD spoke, "Listen guys, even though what just
happened here was fantastic, it has to be our secret. If anyone finds out
what we did here today, we will never be allowed to do it again, and
another member from the varsity team will be assigned to be your coach."
After he turned off his shower head and exited the room, the rest of the
team followed him out. Coach JD did not even bother to wrap his towel
around himself as he walked around the entire locker room with his soft
hairless cock and balls swaying between his muscular legs, praising each
boy specifically. When Coach JD got to me, he said softly so no one else
could hear, "Let me know when your next campout is going to be." Then, he
added in a normal speaking voice, "Matt, the technique you used with your
arms in your free style stroke was nearly perfect. Good job!" It was all
I could do to keep my young cock from growing hard again while he stood
right next to me completely naked praising my technique.

Since he had set the tone, it seemed that all of the boys sat on the
benches in the nude much longer than they ever had before discussing the
practice and our upcoming meet. It was just like being at a naturist
summer retreat! Men and boys of all ages hung out together naked from sun
up to sundown.

Bob and I began to discuss what we were going to do with the rest of our
Saturday. I had to go straight home after practice to do some chores and
to read another chapter of Tom Sawyer. Bob was going to have to clean out
the tent and take it down. Then, he had to practice the piano and give
his dog a bath. Next, we began to plan how, when, and where we could find
some time to be alone together. Since we both had siblings, it was tough
to find a way to have some privacy without drawing attention to the fact
we were spending a lot of time behind locked doors.

We finally decided that we would meet at his house after church Sunday
and go for a walk in the woods. Hopefully, we would be able to find a
private spot to take our clothes off and have some hot boy-on-boy sex.
Finally, we put on some soft dry shorts, t-shirts, and flip flops and
exited the swim team's locker room. This had definitely been a day of
surprises that we would never ever forget.