Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2016 14:44:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Matt Johnson <speedoguy1992@yahoo.com>
Subject: Speedo High: Part 6 (high school)

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                              Speedo High: Part 6


Sunday morning awakened me from an enchanted slumber filled with sinewy
boys, lust-filled eyes lost in the fog of sexual arousal, and hard
glistening boycocks. The world was fresh and gay, filled with endless
possibilities for a boy who was in love with another boy. I, however, had
two immediate problems--my cock was hard, and it was freezing cold in my
bedroom. I was especially cold because I always slept naked. The covers
felt so good on my long limber body. I shared my bedroom with my
seventeen-year old brother Luke. In fact we shared almost everything: the
same bedroom, the same closet, and the same bathroom.


Not only did my parents believe in wearing a minimal amount of clothing,
they were also minimalists in other ways as well. Our cottage of a home
house consisted of six rooms?two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a
kitchen, and a garage. The home was minimally furnished with just the
essentials. Both mom and dad detested consumerism, so they spent very
little money on things. The nicest thing in our house was a baby grand
piano. My mom was a music major in college and taught piano lessons to
make some extra money. Her love of music was a contagion that had
infected all of her ?boys.? My dad and I both played the guitar and Luke
played the drums. Instead of watching television in the evening, since we
did not own one, we made music together. It actually was pretty cool, and
we were pretty good. Many would have found the idea of the four of us
singing and strumming in the nude odd; to me it was the best thing ever.
My dad had a voice like James Taylor and mom was an accomplished
songwriter. I kept bugging them to record our best songs and release a
CD, but they had not been willing to do so.


The other extravagance my family had was a nice pool for swimming laps
and having fun. It was surrounded by a high fence, lush shrubs, and full
trees to make it entirely private, so that we could enjoy ourselves
without the fear of a nosy neighbor seeing our nude bodies. We spent as
much time outside out house as we did inside of it when the weather was
nice, and all four of us had nice even brown tans all over. I loved the
way our brown asses and mom?s tanned breasts looked while we floated in the
pool. She and my dad had married right out of high school and started
their family right away, so they were still in their thirties. They were
both attractive and looked and acted very young. Staying fit was very
important in our home, and our vegetarian lifestyle kept us from adding
much fat to our lean frames. We even grew our own vegetables.

Finally, we owned a car. It was a Jeep Cherokee that was fifteen years
old and had over two hundred thousand miles on it. Mom took it to her job
at the elementary school where she worked as the music teacher. My dad,
the fitness fanatic, road his bicycle to the local college where he
taught art. Thankfully, my grandparents indulged Luke and me with a few
modern necessities. We both had laptops and cell phones.

Like I said before, Luke, was everything that I was not. At seventeen, he
was practically covered in hair. He had so much curly dark brown hair on
his legs that they were downright furry. His arm pits looked like small
rodents had taken up residence there. He had hair on his chest between
his pecs, and his beard was so full that he needed to shave every day.
Then, there was the bush above his cock. It was thick and luscious. Heck,
he even had hair on the cheeks of his muscular ass, and his cock, when
soft, was six inches long. I had seen it hard plenty of times, but I had
never touched it. We weren?t like that. I was, however, hopeful that maybe
one day I would get to give it a tug. He looked like a grown man, but
still acted like a boy. A boy who delighted in tormenting his younger
brother especially since Dad gave him such a hard time because in school
I was all A's, and Luke was B's and C's. He did not think school was
important, so, instead of hitting the books, he worked out with weights
every day and ate incessantly to add the weight he needed to play
football. In short, he was bigger, stronger, more masculine, dumber, and
meaner than I would ever be. The worst part of it all was that no one,
but me, ever saw his dark side. He had lots of other jocks for friends
and had recently started dating girls.

Thankfully, we did have a few things in common. Our faces were nearly
duplicates. We both had blue eyes and brown hair, and, naturally, we both
slept in the nude. In spite of all of his faults, however, I absolutely
worshipped the ground that Luke trod upon. He was my very popular, older
brother who, on very rare occasions, said something kind to me.

Since I lived for his approval, I would go to any extreme necessary to
hide the fact that I was a total cock-loving, cum-swallowing fag from
him. He could never find out, because I knew that if he did, I would not
be able to bear the rejection with which he would assail me.

Unfortunately, all of my thinking about Luke had done nothing to weaken
the state of my morning wood, and I had to piss badly. So, I quietly
slipped out of bed, with my four inch hard cock pointed straight up in
full view of my sleeping brother. That was the only way I could get out
of the bed. There was no way to cover it up. When, I looked down to see
if he was still sleeping, I gasped aloud when I saw that his eyes were
open. Instantly, a devilish smile overtook his groggy face. Looking
straight at my cock, he asked, "Hey Matty, you want me to get you some
ketchup for that French fry you got there?"

He was the only person who called me Matty, and I had always liked it. He
also called me ?sis? even though he hated it when other people thought I was
girl.

?Why don't you go back to sleep Luke," I replied not even trying to hide my
cock from him. To warm my cold body, I went straight to the dresser that
we shared and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of my bikini underwear. They
were the only kind I owned. Naturally, Luke only wore boxers briefs.
Watching me fit my hard cock into the tiny black polyester and spandex
underwear, Luke said, "Hey sis, now I understand why you wear those
panties. You've got a pussy instead of a dick."

Trying to ignore him and desperate to get out of the room as quickly as
possible, I grabbed some sweat pants, but I did not put them on. He was
not, however, finished yet, "I'm sorry, bro, but your dick is so small, I
bet you have to be careful not to piss on your nuts." He was actually
laughing out loud at this point.

"Don't forget; I'm only fourteen years old. I've got plenty of time to
grow," I reminded him even though I really didn?t care if my cock never
grew another inch. I liked that dad and I had our small cocks in common.

I closed our bedroom door while hopping into the sweat pants in the hall.
Then, I crept quietly down the hall to the bathroom. I was desperate to
piss. I tugged down my sweat pants and bikini briefs, and willed my cock
to go down enough so that I could relieve my aching bladder. Finally, a
yellow stream started flowing, and I let out a sigh and a shiver. Damn,
it was cold! I decided that the only way to get warm would be to take a
hot shower. After pissing, I stepped into the shower and turned the hot
water on full force. While I waited for the water's temperature to rise,
I closed my eyes while tiny little videos of my last shower started to
play behind my eyelids.

In the first video, the image of my favorite Indian chief filled my mind.
Every electrical impulse in by brain was charged with images of our new
swim coach stroking his turgid six-inch cock with his eyes closed and a
smile upon his chiseled face. I cannot imagine what impulse made him
decide to take such a tremendous risk in front of fifteen fourteen to
sixteen-year olds, but this gay boy was damned glad he did. If only one
member of the team had found his erotic behavior to have been
inappropriate and left the scene to report him to the athletic director
of the school, his first day as swim coach would also have been his last
day. It was a good thing that he was also a kid, under the age of
eighteen, otherwise what he did could have landed him in jail. I began to
wonder if there was any law prohibiting a bunch of sexually-charged boys
from spilling their seed together upon the school?s shower room floor.
Since I couldn't think of any, I began to hope that every after-practice
team shower would get out of hand.

At this point I had begun to enjoy the feeling of the hot water rushing
down my lithe swimmer's body when the next mini-video began to play. It
was of the handsome Murray twins who had unashamedly taken turns
masturbating one another in front of their entire team. I had always
fantasized that the identical brothers had wild sex with one another, but
never imagined it
could be true. Yet, given the opportunity, Grant and Gary willingly let
us in on their secret. They were both brothers and gay lovers. The fact
that they had let the entire swim team see them giving pleasure to one
another in such a public way, I could only imagine what the two of them
did together nightly in the privacy of the bedroom that they undoubtedly
shared. I tried to wrap my head around all of the things that I would do
privately with my identical twin brother, if I had one. Let me just put
it this way, the sex we would have together would be so incredible, that
the
two of us would only emerge from our bedroom for the essentials--food and
swim practice. Otherwise, we would have no need for anything or anyone
else. It was a good thing I was not born a twin.

The next video that took over the screen in my overstimulated brain was a
fantasy in which the two sexiest members of the local Indian tribe who,
like the Murray twins, took turns stroking each other's hooded cobras. I
absolutely got off to this fantasy. First, the combination of their
well-defined athletic bodies and their nearly identical looking uncut
cocks was absolutely erotic and exotic. Next, the fact that there was a
three year age difference and a four inch difference in height made the
scene so very improbable. I loved the idea that these two brothers had
become intimate with one another fairly recently since most boys don't
start puberty until the age of twelve, and Indian boy was only fourteen.
How had it started? I wondered. I had a feeling that John David had
somehow seduced or blackmailed Indian boy into stroking him just like he
had done to me. The taboo aspect of two brothers touching each other in
such a sensual way was not lost on me. I began to imagine their hard
naked bodies writhing together as their full lips and tongues battled one
another for dominance. It was clear that our swim coach liked having sex
with boys who were younger than he was, and Indian Boy was a rare boy
indeed. He had a face that was ruggedly handsome, a large cock for his
age, and his body was lean with the definition that came from running and
playing other sports. Heck, if I was not in love with Bob, I would make a
play for him, and I began to imagine Indian Boy's uncut cock filling my
mouth with his Native American seed.

While these scenes had filled my mind's eye, I had been stoking my cock.
I would take myself to the edge of an orgasm and back off. The feeling of
the warm water and my five fingers wrapped around my boyhood, stroking
from the base and over the head again and again was excellent. While I
was fantasizing about Indian Boy, I had nearly gone past the edge and
fired my load in the misty air, but I hadn't. I had decided to save my
cum for Bob just in case we found a place for some boy-on-boy action that
afternoon during our walk in the woods. So, I stopped playing with my
meat and started giving myself pleasure in other ways. I began to rub and
squeeze my brown boy-sized nipples until they grew has hard as two small
erasers. Then, I began to rub the middle finger on my right hand in
between my legs back and forth over my puckered asshole.

With my eyes closed once again, I allowed the video of Jamal, the only
black boy on our swim team, to fill my mind's movie screen. I had always
found him to be extremely hot and oftentimes discretely observed the size
of his package inside his Speedo. No other boy filled out the pouch of a
Speedo like Jamal did. The red Speedo he always wore, which contrasted
with his ebony skin, was as big turn a turn on for me as were the diamond
studs he wore in both ears. I had also noticed that Jamal had the biggest
feet on the team. It made me wonder if all guys with big feet also had
big cocks. Next, the color of Jamal's skin fascinated me and made me long
to have skin his color. I hated my white skin, but had grown to accept
the fact that the only thing I could do to change it was to maintain a
healthy brown tan. Additionally, I liked the way he kept the hair on his
head so short you could see his black scalp, and I also liked looking at
his kinky black pubes which covered the area above his dick. After
yesterday's massive circle jerk, however, I no longer had to imagine what
Jamal's cock looked like when it was hard. This uncut ninth grader had a
long black snake that I wanted inside of me. While I watched Jamal
stroking his python and playing with his low-hanging hairless black
balls, I pushed my middle finger passed the opening of my boy pussy
inside the warmth of my ass for the first time. I began to work my
longest finger in and out of my hole until I hit the nugget inside that I
knew was my prostate. I saw stars and experienced a sensation I had never
felt before. It felt so good that I pulled the one
finger out and pressed two fingers against my back door. I slowly
stretched the opening until both my index and middle fingers were inside
my hole, imagining that it was Jamal who was fucking me, making me his
white boy bitch. The image of his long black pole pumping in and out of
my tight white hole was a fantasy I hoped that one day would would become
real. I indulged this incredible new sensation until I felt more precum
oozing from the slit of my own baby python, and I pulled my fingers out.
Once again, I had reached the edge and managed to use enough self control
to back off. I was saving my cum and my hole for Bob.

Once my heart returned to its normal rhythm, I quickly soaped up my
entire body, paying special attention to my hard cock and asshole. Next,
I checked to see if I had any new hair on my body which was nearly devoid
of hair. Even though I was hopeful that I would never be as hairy as my
brother, I definitely wanted to know that I was developing like other
ninth grade boys. Pubes, arm pit hair, and leg hair meant that you were
becoming a man.

I proceeded to shampoo my long brown hair. When wet, it reached down to
the middle of my back. I took a lot of work to keep it clean and to get
the tangles out, but it was my pride and joy. Finally, I rinsed off and
stepped out of the shower. Surprisingly the room had warmed up. I guessed
that the timer on our central heating unit had caused the unit to kick
on, making our little home comfortable so that we all could get out of
bed and get ready for church. After I finished drying off, I used some
deodorant on my minimally hairy arm pits. Then, I wrapped the white towel
around my waist and attempted to pin my cock pointing up since it was
still hard as a brick. I grabbed my black nylon bikini briefs, the
t-shirt, and the sweat pants and walked quietly back down the hall to my
bedroom. Once again, the hall was empty. When I turned the knob on my
bedroom door, I discovered that it was locked.

I could not even imagine why Luke had locked me out of my own room. The
only time in the past that he had locked me out was when he had sneaked
this girl named Diana into the room when Mom and Dad were out of town. I
did want to wake anyone, so I quietly knocked on the door and whispered
into the crack where the door met the frame, "Luke, please open the
door."

I was both shocked and relieved when the door opened almost immediately.
I quickly stepped into the room to have another of my fantasies
fulfilled. There standing before me fully naked proudly displaying a very
large, very hard cock and hairy testicles the size of ping pong balls was
my sexy, sadistic brother Luke. I began to wonder what had become of the
tame, modest world that I had occupied my entire life until the day
before yesterday. Then, I realized that my eyes had been glued to his
erection at least two seconds too long to make myself appear surprised
but disinterested.

"Holy crap," I found myself speaking without thinking.

"You are acting like you have never seen me hard before," Luke responded.