Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 05:25:32 -0700
From: Matt Johnson <speedoguy1992@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 7

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Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 7

   Before mass I dashed into the sacristy at St. John's Catholic Church and
quickly donned the long back cassock and the short white cotta that all of
the altar boys at my very traditional church wore. I joined the other boys
in the Narthex and paraded into the church behind Father Richard. I
especially liked ringing the bells while kneeling on the marble steps which
led to the altar. As I looked at the innocent faces of the other altar
boys, I wondered if they could tell that I had recently lost my
innocence. I also wondered if any of them wore Speedos under the long black
dress pants we were required to wear. I had chosen to wear a solid back
Speedo with one inch sides. I liked the feeling of the nylon and spandex
against my skin and also appreciated the extra protection they afforded me
if I needed to hide one of my embarrassing spontaneous erections.

   During the entire mass I did my best to focus on what Father Richard was
saying, but I have to admit, that my mind often strayed as I began to
mentally undress the three other altar boys who were kneeling on the steps
alongside me. I worried that after all that I had experienced the past few
days, and especially the morning jack off session with my fifteen-year-old
athletic brother Luke, that I would never be normal again. I could not seem
to keep my mind off of sex and other boy's bodies for more than fifteen
minutes at a time. I guess this was my new normal.

   After Mass, I hurried into my bedroom, stripped down to my black Speedo
and called Bob. He thought it would be great fun to go for a jog in the
woods. The cold air would feel exhilarating. I decided it was a great
idea. Of course, just to get to spend time with my new boyfriend, I would
have agreed to clean toilets with him. So that I would be warm enough on
this cold December morning, I put thermal underwear on over my Speedo, and
my black Adidas track suit, with the three white strips down the side, over
that. I grabbed a bite to eat with the family, but was stopped by Luke in
the garage before I got to my bicycle. He spent many hours in our garage
working out with weights.

   "Hey Little Man, this morning was cool. Remember our Secret Pact," he
said wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "You
have got to keep this a secret or else I won't be able to trust you
again. Plus, as long as nobody knows what the two of us do together behind
closed doors, we no longer have to hide anytime we need to play a game of
five-on-one. You know what I mean?" Luke said, giving me his killer smile.

   "You got it, Luke. You can trust me. I don't want to fuck up a good
thing. This morning I really liked making instant pudding with you too. You
know, I never liked vanilla until today," I lied.

   "Yea, I never thought that I would like it either, but Miguel talked me
into trying it once, and now I'm hooked. Damn, Matt, now you've gone and
waked up my one-eyed monster," Luke said as his cock came to life in his
sweat pants. "Here," he said indicating his crotch, "feel it."

   "Alright," I said as I reached out and grabbed the monster that was
growing rapidly. "You are not wearing any underwear." I rubbed his cock
from outside of the jersey material of the sweat pants.

   "No way, bro, I free ball it whenever I can," he said licking his
lips. "Hey, Matty, you want to help a brother out?" He raised his thick
eyebrows pleading with me to jack him off.

   "Right here? No way Luke. Anyone could walk out at any moment," I
replied taking my hand off his hard prick.

   "Look, that's the fun of it. Knowing that we could get caught at any
minute," Luke said.

   "I'm not ready to take that kind of risk. Besides, jacking off together
is one thing. If I jack you off, wouldn't I be crossing the line into 'gay
territory'?" I asked.

   "No way, little man, we are just two straight brothers helping each
other out. It's cool."

   "Let me think about it," I replied walking over to my new royal blue
Schwinn Traveler ten-speed. Luke just stood there dumbfounded with his
hands on his hips with his seven-inch-long dick pointing straight out
obscenely inside his sweat pants like a rocket launcher. It felt good to
turn him down.

   "Please Matty," he begged hoarsely. "You can't leave a brother hanging
like this."

   "Maybe later bro," I said as I rode off to Bob's house.

   I actually enjoyed the two-mile long ride to Bob's neighborhood. It was
called Oak Haven, but it was full of tall pine trees. Their needles
carpeted the woods near his house and made a soft running trail. Even
though it was cold, the air was crisp, the sky was clear, and I was finally
going to get to be alone with my boyfriend. I liked the way that word
sounded so much that I did not want to keep it a secret. I wanted to shout
it from the rooftops, "I am in love with a boy!" I also knew that gay boys
were often the targets of bullies and that there were many people who hated
gays just because we are different. I was not sure I was willing to live my
life outside the closet. Yet, part of me never wanted to hide there.

   I parked my bike inside Bob's garage and rang the doorbell at the back
door. Unfortunately, Bob's eleven-year-old brother John opened the door. He
was a carbon copy of Bob, except that instead if blonde hair, he had brown,
and instead of being a nice guy, he liked to mess with me. "Hey Matt," he
said, "taken any long showers lately?"

   This one caught me off guard. I actually panicked a little before I
answered cooly, "At least two a day, John. How 'bout you?"

   "I actually spend my time in the shower getting clean," John replied.

   "Good for you," I replied, not taking the bait. "Where's Bob?"

   "He's in his room getting ready to run," John said.

   "That's great! I'll go and see if he is ready," I said. I wanted a
moment alone with him before we ran through the woods. I knocked on his
closed door. "Hey, Bob, it's me, Tiny."

   He opened the door smiling, "Get in here. I need a little help."

   I followed him into the room and quickly shut the door, "So, what did
you need help with?" I asked.

   Bob pulled down his pants exposing his plump little cock, hooking his
bikini underwear under his balls. "This," he said. It was semi hard and
growing. "I seem to be having some swelling."

   I had been looking forward to some time alone with Bob since swim
practice Saturday. I had no idea things would escalate this quickly
though. I licked my lips and pulled down my pants and my thermals bottoms,
and hooked my tiny black speedo under my balls. My cock was growing
rapidly. "It looks like I am having the same problem," I said. I approached
my sexy boyfriend, hugged him tightly, feeling my hard cock rubbing against
his, and I pressed my lips against his. He opened his mouth immediately and
let his tongue slither into my mouth as I did the same to him. I grabbed
his hard ass cheeks while we kissed. When he pulled away, I opened my blue
eyes and looked into his green ones.

   "Damn, I needed that," he said dropping to his knees. He wrapped his
long fingers around my hard on, and began licking the head like a
lollipop. I was oozing precum already. "Nice and salty," he said looking up
at me grinning.

   "It's the flavor of the month," I replied. Bob began to work my cock in
and out of his mouth carefully covering his teeth with his lips. "Damn that
feels good. John David was a good teacher."

   Bob formed such a strong suction inside his mouth, his cheeks looked
concave. He swirled his tongue all over my boy stick while bobbing his head
up and down on it. Then, he palmed my balls and gently squeezed them as
they drew into my ball sack. My orgasm hit me so fast, I gasped loudly,
before I could warn Bob. I shot at least three strings of my sweet and
salty boy juice, some of it leaking out of the corners of his mouth. Before
he could finish licking me clean, someone knocked on his bedroom door.

   "Just a minute," he called out. We both quickly redressed; then, he
opened the door. It was his eleven-year-old brother John.

   "I know what you guys are doing in here," he said. "Matt, I heard you
moan. Are you both gay? Because, if you are, it's wrong."

   Bob started to protest, "No way, John. I'm not gay."

   John interrupted him, "Then, what's that on your chin?"

   Bob wiped the cum off of his chin with his hand, looked at it, and said,
"You mean this stuff. It's..."

   "Come on, Bob. I mean, even though I'm only eleven, I'm not stupid. It's
cum," John said. "I cannot believe it, Matt. You turned my brother into a
queer like you."

   "John, nobody can turn someone into a queer," Bob said. "It was nothing
man. Just two guys helping each other out."

   "Look, John. None of this is Bob's fault. It was all my idea," I said.

   "That's what I thought," John replied. "But, no one made Bob give you a
blow job."

   "Yea, I guess we both got carried away," Bob said, "I'm sorry, bro."

   "Look, unless you two stop being queer for each other, one of us is
going to have to tell Mom and Dad," John said.

   "You know, John," I said, "this really has nothing to do with you. What
your brother and I do in private is our business, not yours."

   "Matt, gays get AIDS, and I don't want my brother to die. So, it is my
business. Fuck off fag," John said.

   "Stop! Both of you," Bob pleaded. Turning to John, he said, "You are my
brother, and I am sorry for screwing up." Then, turning to me he said, "And
you are my best friend. I do not want to screw our friendship up."

   "Look, just let me know what you decide," John said. Then, he left the
room.

   "Let's go somewhere where we can talk," I said.

   "Yea, let's get out of here. I am freaking out," Bob said.

   "Put on your thermals and let's go for a run, okay?" I asked.

   "That sound like a great idea," Bob replied. He quickly got ready, and
we took off. The air was cold, but the sky was still nice and clear. We ran
several blocks without talking until we reached the woods. We continued to
run on the pine straw covered trail until we were both tired. Finally, Bob
stopped and started yelling, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!  How did things get so
fucked up?"

   "It's not so bad, Bob. Maybe John is right. Maybe it is a good idea to
tell our parents about us," I said.

   "Look, Matt. There is no us. I mean, I like the stuff we did, but I
still like girls too," Bob said.

   "You told me you had a crush on me," I said with tears in my eyes. "And
we both know that the only thing I talked you into doing was kissing
me. After that, you did what you did because you wanted to. You liked
sucking my dick so much, you have done it three times in the last three
days."

   "I know. I know. You are right and John is right. When I said, 'It's
nothing', I did not mean it. I really like you a lot. But, from the start,
I was not sure about all of this. I don't want to tell my parents I am gay
because I don't know what I am." He had tears in his eyes now.

   I moved closer to him and gave him a hug. "It's okay. It's okay. I did
not mean to talk you into doing something that you are not ready
for. That's the last thing I wanted to do. I just thought that you wanted
what I wanted. Look, man. I am pretty sure that I am gay. I want to be your
boyfriend if that is what you want, but I'll understand if you are not
ready. What I do not want is to stop being friends."

   "Wait a minute," Bob said taking a step back. "We do not have to make
any decisions today about being boyfriends or anything else. We are only in
the seventh grade. Even though I'm not totally sure what I am, I do know
what I want," Bob said.

   "What's that?" I asked feeling somewhat hopeful.

   "I want to be a boy who messes around with his best friend and other
boys and maybe even some girls. This feels way too good to stop, and I am
not about to let my little brother tell me what to do. I'll threaten to
kick his ass if he tells anyone what happened today. Obviously, we cannot
mess around together like we did today at my house anymore."

   I smiled. "I agree. Your house is off limits, and we are not
boyfriends. I'm okay with that. In fact, I like that it means that we are
free to mess around with other boys even though I like you the most."  I
closed the gap between us and pressed my lips against his. Instantly, Bob
wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my hard ass cheeks while he kissed
me back. Even though we were pretty far into the woods, we were not far
from the trail. We were both startled when we heard someone yell, "Get a
room!" It was Indian Boy who also had decided to take advantage of the cold
bright weather and enjoy a run through the woods. We both laughed as we
watched his braided pony tail bouncing up and down on his back as he ran
by.

   "Was he over at your house yesterday?" I asked.

   "Yea, he and John played video games together. Why?"

   "Do you think he might have told John about the circle jerk in the
shower?"

   "I kind of doubt it. If he did, he would have to admit to his part in
it. I don't think he would want John or anyone else to know about it. Why
did you ask?"

   "When I got to your house, John asked me if I had taken any long showers
lately? It kind of freaked me out," I said. "I wonder why he said that?"

   "I'm sure that he was still talking about the shower you and I took
Saturday morning after camping out. It really bothered him that we were in
the bathroom together that long."

   "You know, if we could talk John into playing strip poker with us, his
whole attitude about boys having sex with each other would probably
change."

   "You might be right, but then again, John is pretty adamant about it
being wrong," Bob said. "Then again, before we camped out, I thought it was
wrong too. Now, I am addicted to it."

   "Yea, me too. In fact, I think I owe you a blow job. Let's find a place
deeper into the woods where no one will see us," I said.

   Holding hands, we walked a great distance from the trail. We finally
found a spot where vines and bushes had become so intertwined with each
other that they formed an enclosure with a small clearing in the
center. Even though the vines had lost most of their leaves in the fall, it
was perfect. I parted the vines so that we could climb inside and be alone
together inside of this hiding spot. Once again, Bob and I started hugging
and kissing. I liked rubbing my hard cock against his while we played
tonsil hockey. After a few minutes, I moved onto my knees. I tugged down
Bob's pants, thermals, and his bikini underwear. I pushed them down to his
knees.

   Once it was released from all the layers, his cock popped out and
pointed straight up. It did not look like the cold had reduced the size of
his hard four-incher. He had some precum on the tip, so I licked it
off. Next, I licked his cock from his balls to the head, coating it with my
saliva. I kissed it all over taking in the smell. I looked up to see Bob's
face, and his eyes were closed. I knew he was feeling good. I took the head
inside my mouth, careful to cover my teeth with my lips. I swirled my
tongue all over the head and gradually took more and more of his love
muscle into my mouth until my nose hit the skin above his dick. I had all
of his cock inside my mouth, so I started bobbing my head up and down on
it. I did my best to create a strong suction and to continually work my
tongue all over his boy meat. My eyes watered a little when I started to
gag when his boy tool hit the back of my throat, but, for the most part, I
kept my gag reflex
 under control.

   Without losing a beat, I began to caress his balls. Then, I started to
massage his crack with my longest finger and to rub back and forth across
his hole. When he started panting and his ball-sack began to get tight, I
carefully worked my middle finger inside of him. I pumped it in and out of
him three times, and he started shooting. He was moaning loudly and
shooting the biggest load of his life, so I pulled my finger out of his boy
pussy. I swallowed as fast as I could. His cream was tangy, and I enjoyed
every drop. I was becoming a good cocksucker because I liked doing it so
much. I kept sucking and licking his dick until he grew so sensitive that
he pushed on my shoulder. I knew what it meant, so I reluctantly pulled
off. While he was coming off of his orgasmic high, I took both of his balls
into my mouth and bathed them with my tongue. Damn, I loved cock.

   "Matt, that was amazing! I have never shot a load as big as that
one. Wow, it felt good."

   "I think that my finger inside your hole made you cum harder," I
said. "Did you like it."

   "Dude, I never thought I would say this, but I loved having your finger
inside me. I did not know anything could feel so good," Bob said. "Next
time, try to get two fingers in me, okay?"

  "You got it!" I said. "I aim to please. This morning in the shower, I
finger fucked my own boy pussy, and it felt so good I knew I had to try it
on you."

   "Dude, you kill me. I have never heard a boy call his ass his pussy, but
I guess it makes sense. When another boy is fucking you with his finger or
with his dick, it isn't an asshole anymore. It is a pussy. Maybe one day,
when we are ready, you can fuck my pussy. Would you like that Matt?"

   "I don't know Bob. I kind of see myself as the kind of boy that other
boys fuck. I want you to fuck me anytime you want. Whenever you are ready,"
I admitted. "Boys like me are called bottoms, because I want to be the one
on his back just like a girl. I think you are more of a top--the kind of
boy who tells boys like me what to do."

   "I never knew that gay boys played different parts. I thought we were
both equal," Bob said. "You know a whole lot more about gay sex than I do."

   "I only know what I read on the Internet. Maybe I've got it wrong, and
we are both bottoms. Then, we will have to take turns topping each other or
find other boys to fuck us. If you could pick anyone on the swim team to
fuck your pussy, who would you pick?"

   "I never really thought about," Bob said. At this point the two of were
walking back to his house. "I don't want the first guy who fucks me to be
too big. That's why I thought of you. No offense."

  "None taken. I also hoped that you would be my first. Otherwise, I would
like the first guy who fucks me to be our new coach. Do you think he would
do it?"

   "Fuck yea! He likes you a lot man. He held you with his cock in your
butt crack all night long in the tent. He thinks you are a pretty boy," Bob
said.

   "You might be right, but he also has a boyfriend. I wonder if John David
is a top or a bottom?" I said.

   "He seems like he is the kind of guy who likes to be in control. I bet
he has never been fucked," Bob said. "Think about how much fun he had
blackmailing you and getting you to jack him off. I'll bet he would have
tried to fuck one of us if we were not so young."

   "I don't know what I would have done if he had tried to stick his
teen-sized cock
 inside of me. I'll bet it would have hurt a lot."

   "You got that right. I mean even though I liked it, it hurt some when
you pushed your finger inside of me back there. A cock is way bigger."

   "Look, let's make a deal. Neither one of us will let another boy fuck us
until we fuck each other. Are you cool with that?" I asked.

   "Yea, that's a great idea. Besides, even though we are not boyfriends, I
like you a whole lot. I want my first time with a boy or with a girl, for
that matter, to be with someone I love like a brother," Bob said.

   "That's true. I feel the same way. In fact, I love you more than my
brother. Giving up your virginity to another boy is a big deal. I
definitely want you to be my first," I said.

   "Damn, all this sex talk has made me hard again," Bob said rubbing his
cock through all the layers of clothing.

    "Me too bro," I said reaching inside my clothes to adjust my cock
inside my Speedo. "When can we get together again?" I asked.

   "What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" Bob asked.

   "My parents are planning to go out. Hopefully, Luke will go out too. His
football buddies will probably do something together. Why don't you plan on
spending the night at my house. Plus, I don't have a little brother to
bother us."

   "You got that right. I am going to have a long talk with him when I get
home. New Year's Eve at your house sounds good to me. I'm glad it's only
two days away," Bob said.

   "Yea, and we have swim practice tomorrow. I wonder what Coach has
planned for us after practice?"

   "I don't know Matt, but something tells me he will probably take it up a
notch," Bob said.

   "That's okay with me man. I can't wait," I said. "In fact, I think it
would be awesome to do our entire practice naked."

   "Well, I don't think Coach will take it that far, but who knows. He's
pretty impulsive?" Bob said.

   "You know, there is something I have been thinking about. I wonder who
his boyfriend is. I wonder if he is a swimmer too," I said. At this point
we were only a block away from Bob's house.

   "Yea, I've thought about that too. Hey Matt, I'll race you to my front
door. The last one there loses his cherry first Tuesday night. Is that a
deal?" Bob asked.

   "Sounds good to me," I said. "On your mark, get set go!" We both ran
with all of our might. We were neck and neck, equally matched. Both of us
were very competitive. At the last second, however, I found a little extra
power, and I surged ahead beating Bob. "It looks like your ass is mine the
night after tomorrow," I joked.

   "That's cool with me," Bob said. "It means that I get to pay you back
afterwards. If you go easy on me, I'll go easy on you. If you get rough,
I'll get rougher."

   "Dude, trust me. It's our first time. I am going to take it nice and
slow. I think it would be cool if you came inside of me at the stroke of
midnight," I said.

   "I'll see what I can do," Bob replied.

   In the meantime, we had walked around the side of his house and entered
the garage. I got on my bike. "I'll see you tomorrow at swim practice. Good
luck with John." Then, I road off.

   When I got to the street, John David, who was in his car, pulled over to
talk to me. "Hey Matt. What have you two queers been up to?" he asked
smiling.

   "We've just been practicing what you taught us," I said laughing.

   "I figured that. By the way, how did you like the shower yesterday?" he
asked.

   "It was so hot! To be honest, seeing you and your brother jacking each
other off was a shocker," I said candidly.

   "Yea, it surprised me too. I mean, we have jacked off together, but I
have never stroked his cock. I grabbed him and started pumping my hand up
and down his cock before I thought about him or about what the rest of the
team would think. In fact, he was really pissed off at me afterwards. But,
you got part of it wrong. Indian Boy did not return the favor. He never
touched me. Once he shot his load, I had to jack myself off. Plus, he made
me promise never to touch him again."

   "I could have sworn the two of you did each other," I said.

   "I wish it would have happened that way, but Indian Boy is not like you
and me. He is more like your brother Luke. They are both way straighter
than we are. I mean if another guy offered to give them a hand job or a
blow job, if they were horny enough, they would probably go for
it. However, I would not expect either one of them to return the favor,"
John David said. "So, have you and Luke ever jacked off together?" John
David asked.

   "Let me put it this way. We have never done anything like what you did
to Indian boy in front of fifteen other boys," I said regretting my words
as soon as they came out of my mouth. Luke would kick my ass if he heard
what I had just implied.

   "Matt, all this sex talk has made me hard," he said grabbing his tube of
pulsing flesh inside of his sweat pants. "You want to go for a ride with
me?"

   "Yea! sure. But, what do I do about my bike?" I asked.

   "I know. We'll just put in our garage. Follow me to my house," John
David said.

   "You mean you don't live in a teepee," I joked.

   "Only on the weekends," he said laughing. "Just follow me fag."

   His house was only two doors down from Bob's. He got there just ahead of
me and had already opened the garage door which was on the side of the
house. I put my bicycle inside, he shut the door, and we both got into the
car. "Wow! This is a nice car. I've always wanted a jeep. You are so
lucky," I said.

    "My grandfather bought it for me with the money he gets from the
Coushatta Casino. All of the members of the tribe benefit from the casino,"
John David said.

   "That's awesome. I wish I was a Native American. You guys are sexy and
rich," I said.

   "Thanks Matt. You are really pretty for a boy, a lot like my brother. I
really like your looks and your lean young swimmer's body," John David said
resting his right hand on my left thigh.

   "Indian Boy almost looks like a girl with his long hair and
eyelashes. But, his attitude and cockiness are all boy," I said. I could
feel my cock growing inside my Speedo. I put my left hand on John David's
right thigh.

   "It's your spunk that drew me to you. You are a lot like Indian Boy. You
stood up to me and were willing to do anything I asked to protect Bob," he
said. "You know, the two of you are the same age. He is in the sixth grade
because he had to repeat the second grade."

   "Wow! I was surprised that a sixth grader had a cock as big as yours. It
makes a little more sense knowing that he really should be a seventh
grader," I said.

   "So, it sounds like you have got a thing for my little brother. I
thought Bob was your boyfriend," John David said.

   "No, we are just best friends; plus, we both want to get to mess around
with other boys," I said. "Especially boys as hot as your brother."

   "I hope you are not setting yourself up for disappointment. Bob is as
eager to suck a cock as you are, but I doubt if you will be able to
persuade Indian Boy to do it," John David said.

   "So, are you challenging me to turn your brother into a cocksucker," I
asked smiling.

   "Yea, I guess I am. Believe me, this is a challenge that I sincerely
doubt you will ever complete," he said.

   "I am willing to take the risk. I even fantasize about Indian Boy when I
play with myself," I admitted. "A minute ago, you said I had spunk, but I
don't have half of the spunk that's in you," I said.

   "What do you mean?"

   "First of all, on your first day on the job, you showed up to coach us
in your Speedo. Every boy on the team could clearly make out which way your
cock was pointed. All of the other coaches wear trunks. Next, you risked
losing your job by leading a group of horny twelve to fourteen year old
boys in a circle jerk in the shower. You even jacked off your brother in
front of us. Finally, after we call came, you walked around the locker room
with your towel around your neck completely naked with your long cock
swinging between your legs and praised every member of the team
personally. Because of you, all the boys, even the modest ones like that
Chinese boy named Kai, hung around naked in the locker room. Now, that took
balls."

   "Yea, Kai seems super quiet, but worked very hard during practice. Once
he started jacking that little Asian dick in the shower, I don't think he
opened his eyes once. I especially like how naturally smooth his body is,"
John David said.

   "He is an eighth grader at my school. Sometimes we eat lunch together. I
am pretty sure he is one of us. I catch him checking out the other cute
boys in the cafeteria all of the time," I said. "Anyhow, after coaching us
for one day, you made a big impression. My dad calls it 'moxy'."

   I don't know how much moxy I am. I am just incredibly impulsive and
horny. I should not have done what I did in the shower, and I should not
have jacked off my little brother in front of everyone. But, it gave me an
amazing rush of adrenaline. Risks like that really turn me on."

   "Me too. I hope we have a lot more fun in the shower. Bob and I talked
about it, and we both thought that you would probably take it up a notch
after practice tomorrow," I said.

   "I don't know Matt. I like coaching the boys and don't want to get
myself in trouble. However, sometimes I just cannot seem to control
myself." John David said with a huge smile on his face. His hand was
massaging my cock at this point.

   "Can I ask you a personal question," I asked.

   "Matt, you don't have to ask my permission. After all that we gave done
together these past few days, you could say that we know each other
personally."

   "Okay, here goes. Bob and I were talking about tops and bottoms. We both
figured out that since we both want to get fucked, we are probably both
bottoms. We also figured that you were probably a top," I said.

   "So, is this your way of asking me to fuck you," John David said as he
moved my hand from his thigh to his hard cock.

   "Not yet. I mean, Bob and I decided that since we both are best friends
and all, that we would fuck each other first. But, after that, I would
really like to feel you inside of me,"I said. "So, were Bob and I right?
Are you a top?" I was so lost in our conversation that I had no idea where
he was taking me.

   "You figured that since I bullied you Friday night that I must like
being in charge, right?"

   "Yea. You took total control and threatened to send naked pictures of us
and our small cocks to all your friends," I said.

   John David actually laughed. "I like you Matt, you are sexy and smart,
but you got this one totally wrong. Come on, look at me. The only thing
that is not feminine about me is that I have some decent muscles and an
average-sized dick. Otherwise I am a girl."

   I had to admit this boy, whom I idolized, was nothing like a girl. In my
book he was all boy, and I wanted to be just like him. Of course, when I'm
sixteen, I won't harass seventh grade boys in the middle of the night. "No
way, John David. You are tough and very good looking. Your face is super
masculine and every inch of you is fucking hot."

   "Damn, you are great for my ego, but I can face the truth. First, I have
practically no body hair at all. I don't have to shave my face, have no
hair on my arms or chest, and my legs have about as much hair as a
twelve-year-old. To top it off, like a girl, I like my body smooth. Then,
there's my long hair. Of course, I grow it long out of respect for my
heritage, but I also do it because I like the way it looks. Come on, admit
it, when I was lying on my back in the tent with my hair down, you thought
that I looked like a girl."

   It was like he could read my mind. "Yea, I did think that for a second,
but once I looked at your cock, you were all boy again. I mean, when your
dick is soft, it is as long as my cock when I am fully erect. Plus, you are
not a sissy. No one would know you are gay; you don't act like it at all."

   "You are awesome," Matt. "But there is at least one more thing about me
that is pretty feminine. I like wearing tiny pieces of nylon and spandex to
cover my genitals and ass. You have to admit that there is not a whole lot
of difference between a Speedo and a girl's panties. Think about it. We
both chose a sport which has a girl's panties as its uniform."

   "I agree with you on that one. One of the reasons I started swimming is
because I wanted to get to wear Speedos. I like the way they look on
boys--the way they hug guys' asses, cocks, and balls. I can't stand
jammers, and, like you, I like my Speedos super small. I am so addicted to
them that I am wearing one now, and, when I'm not wearing a a Speedo, I
wear bikini underwear. They are so much like a girl's panties that I have
even thought about wearing a girl's lacy panties. Can you top that one?"

   Once again, John David started laughing again. "Matt, we are so much
alike, it is scary. I am also wearing a Speedo right now, the only
underwear I own are bikinis, and I have bought some girls' panties to
wear. Dude, we are both total bottoms. As long as we are playing true
confessions, I have one last one. Can you keep a secret?"

   "Yea. You know I can. Otherwise, I could have gotten you in some big
trouble," I said.

   "That's true. So true. So, here goes. I like getting fucked. In fact, I
like it a lot. Don't get me wrong; I'm not a slut, I am always careful, and
I have only been fucked by three different guys. But, I have never ever
fucked anyone. If that doesn't make me a girl, I don't know what does."

   "John David," I said rubbing his hard cock while he continued to
drive,"I want to be the first boy you fuck. If we are so much alike, like
you said, then there is something I know about you. Even though you are a
bottom, you really want to fuck me. You proved it when you got hard when
you dominated me outside the tent Friday night. I watched you adjust your
cock at least three times while you messed with me. Am I right?"

  "Yea, you are so right. I want to ease my cock into your tight boy
pussy. I want to make love to you, watch your face while I enter you, and
kiss you like you have never been kissed before. Would you like that?"

   I was oozing precum in my Speedo. "Yea, I'd like that a lot."

   "Okay, I will make a deal with you, if you can get Indian Boy to kiss
you," I will make you the first boy I have ever fucked."

   "Man, with you, does everything have to involve a dare?" I asked.

   "If you want it bad enough, you will find a way to make my straight
brother kiss you," he said.

   "You're on!" I said. "I can be pretty persuasive, and, at times, I am
fearless. In fact, I am so fearless that I want to suck your cock right
now."

   "I thought so. I remember being your age and sucking my first dick. It
seemed like after that hard cocks started appearing out of no where. It was
like once I swallowed my first load of cum, there was a neon sign on my
forehead with the word 'cocksucker' blinking on it. It's like you start
giving off a different vibe and looking at other boys differently. Be
careful, Matt. Some guys will try to take advantage of you. A pretty boy
like you can have almost any boy he wants, so don't settle for sucking a
cock just because it is a cock. Be picky, and don't hesitate to tell a guy
'no'. You hear what I' saying?"

   "Yea, I hear you. I wasn't planning on hanging out at the men's room in
the park anytime soon," I said, which made him laugh.

   "I just want you to be careful, and I want to protect you like a big
brother." At this point, John David parked the jeep. We had driven down a
dirt road until it ended at a creek. The place was quiet, and it looked
like no one had been down this road in months. Next, he lifted his ass off
of the seat, and pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. He was wearing a
blue snake bit Speedo, and the uncut head of his cock was sticking out of
the top of it. There was precum oozing all over; he was a hot and sexy
mess. "Go for it, little brother. I know how much you want it. Don't be
shy."

   I leaned over from my seat to his, and I started off by licking the
precum that was oozing from from the hood of his uncut Native American
totem pole. Then, I carefully, pulled his Speedos down to his knees. I
buried my head in his crotch and started licking his large hairless
balls. The smell was a combination of precum, sweat, and soap. I lavished
his balls with my tongue and took them into my mouth one at a time. While I
licked his balls, I started playing with this bottom boy's ass crack and
began to rub my saliva-coated finder back and forth over his asshole. When
I looked up at him to see if I was doing a good job, I noticed that he had
pulled his hair out of his pony tail. He was right, it did make him look
like a girl. He had the prettiest long wavy hair that I had ever seen on a
boy. I began to wonder how long it would take for mine to grow as long as
his. His blue eyes were also closed and he was moaning. I could tell he
liked the way I was
 playing with his boy pussy.

   After a minute or so, I started moving the foreskin back and forth over
his glans. It was slippery from all of his precum, and it made him moan
even more. His sighs were high pitched, like a girl, and that turned me on
too. There was nothing about John David that I did not like. He was the
perfect combination of being both a girl and a boy. That's what I wanted to
be. If other boys thought my face was as pretty as he did, with my hair
long, hopefully they would see me as a girl and a boy perfectly combined,
and they would want to fuck my tight hairless pussy.

   I started licking his six-inch-long cock from the base to the tip making
it slippery and wet with my saliva. I continued to rub my middle finger
across the entrance to his pussy and gently tried to push it inside him. I
was surprised that it slipped in easily. I guess that's what happened once
a boy's ass get used to being fucked. I started working my finger in and
out. His pussy was warm and tight. At the same time I started kissing his
cock all over like a girl would kiss her boyfriend when he returned from
war. I loved his cock. Finally, I took the head in my mouth and licked the
underside with my tongue while I took more and more into my mouth. When I
felt it hit the back of my throat, I breathed in through my nose, and
swallowed. I could feel the head moving down my throat until I had the
whole thing inside me. When my eyes started to water, I fought the urge to
gag and pulled off his cock until only the head was in my mouth.

   John David rubbed his hand back and forth across my short brown hair and
said, "Wow Matt! You cannot imagine how good this feels. You are becoming
an amazing cocksucker, and whatever you do, please don't stop finger
fucking my pussy. It feels incredible." Again he sighed like a cheerleader
being fucked by the quarterback.

   Since he liked it so much, I worked a second finger into his teen boy
pussy, and he moaned again. I worked those two fingers in and out of him
stroking his prostate driving him crazy. I also did my best to turn my
mouth into a warm tight pussy. I could not wait for him to fill my mouth
with his juice.

   "Matt," he said hoarsely. "Do you know what snowballing is?"

   I shook my head while continuing to give him the best blow job of his
sixteen-year-old life.

   "It is when you save some or all of my cum in your hot mouth after I
shoot, and you share it by kissing me," he explained. "Do you think you
could do that me baby boy?"

   This time I nodded my head with my mouth full of his plump dick. I could
see that his nutsack was drawing up, and I knew he was very near the point
of no return. He lifted his ass off of the seat of the jeep and began to
squeeze and relax his ass cheeks as he drew closer and closer. I wrapped
the fingers around the base of his cock and started masturbating him while
I sucked him. Once he fired his first shot, I pulled his cock out of my
throat and kept only the head in my mouth. I was determined to capture his
entire load in my mouth. As he shot string after string into my young
mouth, I continued to stroke his wet slippery cock with my hand. By the
time his ejaculation finally stopped, my mouth was so full of his semen
that it was dropping out from every place his cock made contact with my
lips.

   Once his high began to subside, my hot Native American boy's cock became
so sensitive that he patted me on the back to let me know to release his
cock from my mouth. When I let it slip out, more of his his cum spilled
from my mouth which I quickly closed. I looked at his face and our eyes
met.

   He said, "Damn, you are a mess." My mouth was coated in his cum. "Come
here, my pretty boy, kiss your coach."

   I raised my head to meet his and pressed my sloppy mouth to his. Once he
opened his mouth, our tongues met and his semen flowed from my mouth to
his. It was incredibly erotic to kiss this stud with my mouth full of his
salty juice. We kissed and kissed, our mouths wrestling with one another
like only two boys can do. As we kissed we both swallowed until all of his
cum was gone.

   After it was all over, I patted John David's now soft cock. Then, when
we raised his smooth muscular ass off of the seat, I pulled his blue snake
bit Speedo up and gently tucked his cock inside. Next, I pulled his sweat
pants up and lay my head on his thigh, taking a few seconds to relive what
had just happened. It was so fucking hot. Once again, I was still amazed
that this beautiful sixteen-year-old boy had chosen me. He could choose
from many other boys who would be proud to please him, but he had chosen
me.

   Once I sat back up, John David started the Jeep Wrangler, and backed
away from the creek for our return trip to his house. "I know this is going
to sound weird, but thank you for letting me suck your cock. I loved ever
minute of it," I said licking my lips.

   "Thank you, baby boy," he said, "for snowballing with me. That was so
nasty and nice! You are the best."

   "I hope you know I would do anything for you, John David. You are my
hero. I mean it."

   "I know it Matt," he said, "it is both cool and scary. I do not want to
lead you the wrong way, but I know that a guy who is as horny and impulsive
as I am could easily screw up."

   "I don't expect you to be perfect, but I know every moment I get to
spend with you will be filled with things I never expected," I replied.

   "Yea, I know we are going to have a lot of fun, but don't be afraid to
let me know when I go too far," he said.

   "This is all so new to me," I said, "that I don't know when to stop."

   "Let me tell you something that I have figured out about guys who are
not submissive like you and me. Guys like your brother and mine get so
horny and desperate to cum, that they will get guys like you and me to jack
'em off, suck their hard dicks, or let them fuck us. However, I have
learned that once they cum, the "gay curious" switch in their brains moves
to the off position. Guys like them will feel guilty about having sex with
another boy immediately afterwards, and they will turn away from you. So,
here is the secret. Unless you don't mind being used by boys like them,
what you have got to do is to turn the tables on them. Do not agree to
please them sexually until they make you cum."

   "Promise me you will never repeat what I about to tell you," I said.

   "I give up you my word, Matt. We both have to be very good at keeping
secrets, and we have to trust each other," John David said. "I will do my
best to be a loyal friend."

   "Okay, here goes. This morning Luke and I jacked off side-by-side in his
bed for the first time,"I said.

   "That's so cool," John David said.

   Yea, it was both amazing and surprising. Luke is typically a bully and
has little to do with me," I said. "But, he has some weird ideas about what
amounts to one guy helping another guy out and what is gay."

   "My boyfriend is like that too," John David said. "For example, when he
is fucking me, he will lick my nipples or kiss me. He will even lick cum
off of my belly after I shoot. But, if just the two of us are hanging out,
he will never kiss me. And, if I try to lick his nipples, he says it's
gay. It is so confusing."

   "Exactly. Well, after lunch, while we were in the garage together, he
wanted me to jack him off. I told him I thought that giving him a hand job
would be crossing the line into gay territory. He said that it was only one
guy helping another guy out. Anyhow, even though he begged me, I didn't
give in. I don't want to screw up a good thing, but I also don't want him
to use me. What would you do?"

   "Just what you did. I have to admit, it would not be an easy decision
because Luke is a stud, and I would really like to have sex with
him. However, if you help a guy like Luke cum, once he shoots, he will
immediately shut down. He will regret that he had sex with another boy, and
will not be able to reciprocate. Trust me, Matt, I know what I am talking
about," John David said.

   "So, when we go to bed tonight, what do I do if he asks me for a hand?"
I asked.

   "Be enthusiastic and say 'that would be so cool Luke, but if you really
want it, bro, you got to do me first'," John David said. "Pull down your
shorts and show him your hard cock. Knowing you, you will get a boner
before he does, so you will simply make it look like you are only asking
him to do you first because you are already ready. Then, see what he says."

   "That's genius. I am going to do exactly what you said. If he doesn't
want to jerk my cock first, I'll know that he probably won't want to jerk
it later," I said.

  "If you play your cards right, you might have macho-boy Luke sucking your
cock in a few days," he said. "It will be interesting to see how far he
will go to get you to give him an orgasm. The same thing is true for a boy
like Indian Boy. The main difference is that Indian Boy is young, and he
has not had enough sex to be desperate enough to do things he never thought
he would do to get to cum."

   "Damn," I said, "you really understand how guys, who are not as gay as
we are, think. Thanks." At this point we had made it back to his house. I
jumped on my bike and headed towards home.

   "See you at swim practice tomorrow, Matt," he called out as I rode off.

   "Not a bad day," I thought to myself, "I got to jack off with my
brother, got a blow job from my best friend, got to suck two cocks, and
learned what a snowball is. Not a bad day at all." And, it wasn't over yet.