Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 02:34:08 -0700
From: Matt Johnson <speedoguy1992@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 9 (Gay Make: Young Friends)

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Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 9

   After I recovered from my sexual high, I checked the time. I had exactly
ten minutes to get ready for swim practice. Coach Pete used to make any boy
who was late swim twenty extra minutes after practice was over. I wondered
what JD would do? I quickly put on the fish scale Speedo that JD had given
me. Since it was still cold, I put my black Adidas tracksuit and tennis
shoes on and ran into the kitchen. My mom had a yogurt waiting for me. I
ate it in record time, grabbed the
 backpack that had all of my swimming paraphernalia in, put it in on my
back, jumped onto my blue Schwinn, and started pedaling for the YMCA.

   As soon as I entered the indoor swimming pool, I dashed for the
bleachers, and sat down seconds before JD emerged from the coach's
office. Damn, he looked good. His shiny brown hair was not in a ponytail;
it looked amazing. I wondered how many months it would take for mine to get
as long as his. He had a whistle around his neck, and he was wearing a YMCA
Sharks swim team Speedo, but this one was different. Instead of the shark
being on the left hip, it was right on the crotch, and it was much
larger. The way JD's cock was positioned in the front pouch of the
Speedo made it look like the nose of the shark was coming out of his
swimsuit. I really liked that cock, and I was reminded that that same dick
had been nestled inside the Speedo that I was wearing. I felt blood surge
into my cock while
 I gazed at the impressive shark on Coach JD's new swim
suit. "That's all I need," I thought, "a hard on inside
of my Speedo for the whole team to see again. Fuck!" I waited a moment
to take my track suit off, hoping that my inflated cock would lose some of
its air during Coach JD's announcements.

   "Greet job guys," he said. "All sixteen of you are seated
here in the bleachers on time. I see a few of you still have clothes on
over your swimsuits. Next time, I want you to be ready to swim with your
goggles around your necks. Is that clear guys?"

   "Yes, Coach," the team responded. While JD took attendance, I
quickly took off my tennis shoes. Unfortunately, my cock was still hard, so
I looked around to see who was sitting near me to determine if they would
be able to tell. Since I had arrived so late, I had not given much thought
to the place in the bleachers where I sat. Right next to me was Indian
Boy. I was pleased that he had not moved away from me given that he knew I
was probably gay. After all, he had seen me jack Bob off in the shower
after our last practice, and he had seen me kissing him in the woods. I
guess he was cool with it. While I was still seated, I took off my black
track suit top. Then, I stood up and removed the bottoms. Apparently,
Indian Boy had been watching me.

   He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It looks like your soldier
is standing at attention."

   "Yea," I whispered back, "he's always ready for
action." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could take them
back.

   "So how many battles has he fought in?" was Indian Boy's
response.

   I had to hand it to him, he was quick. "He is newly enlisted. He
hasn't seen much action yet," I said. "I hope you and I are
fighting for the same side."

   "To tell you the truth, I don't know whose side I'm
on," he whispered back.

   Damn, that was good news. He admitted that he was not sure about which
turned him on more--boys or girls. Maybe I had a chance with him yet. At
that point, roll call was over, and we had to pay attention.

   "Guys, I am sure you noticed the new swimsuit I am wearing. I think
someone in the front office thought that by moving and enlarging the shark,
our swimmers would look more threatening," Coach JD said. This got a
laugh from the team. "Well, I have one for each of you that I want you
to wear to practices and swim meets from now on. If we are to become a
great team, we must look like a great team. Wearing the same uniform will
unite us. I will pass them out in the locker room after practice. Next, I
want to talk to you about your bodies. If you want to swim your best, you
must eliminate any resistance, and body hair causes resistance. You will
notice that I keep my body hair-free, and I want you to do the same. I
understand that some of you have been eagerly waiting for some hair to grow
on certain parts of your bodies. It's okay with me for you to leave it
there as long as it's inside your Speedo." This line got another
 laugh from the team. JD continued, "Otherwise, shave it off. Starting
next week, we will add one minute to the sprints at the end of practice for
every boy on the team who has any body hair and another minute for any boy
who is not wearing the team uniform. Are there any questions?"

   The Chinese boy named Kai raised his hand," Coach, do you want us
to shave our heads as well?"

   "Jai, you can shave your head if you like, but you are not required
to. Last year most of the guys on the high school team shaved their heads
before the state meet. Obviously, I chose to keep my hair long. Boys with
long hair have to wear a black YMCA swim cap. Next, I have to tell you that
the YMCA has a policy about piercings and tattoos. Boys are allowed to have
pierced ears, but cannot wear earrings to swim meets. No other body
piercings are allowed, and no tattoos are allowed. There is something to be
said for keeping the body pure. Are you guys okay with this? By a show of
hands, let's see that you understand and are willing to abide by these
rules."

   All of the boys raised their hands. I noticed that Jamal, the black boy
on the team who always wore earrings, did not look pleased, but he raised
his hand nonetheless.

   JD spoke again, "Next, I have found that when I am made to feel a
little uncomfortable that I have to make changes and grow. So, I am going
to assign you a new partner to share a lane with. I have tried to make the
pairs compatible and, hopefully,
 have put you with someone who will help you to become an even better, more
competitive swimmer. As I call the names of the pairs, I want you to go to
your lanes:

 Lane 1: Jamal and Grant
 Lane 2: Bob and Kai
 Lane 3: Gary and Dustin
 Lane 4: Matt and Indian Boy

While JD continued to call out the pairs for the other four lanes, Indian
Boy and I went to lane 4. Indian Boy said quietly, "Do you think your
boyfriend will mind it if I share a lane with you?"

   "Bob's not my boyfriend. We are just close friends, and I am
sure that he is cool with this. Change can be a good thing," I said.

   "Let's just say your definition of a close friend and mine
aren't the same," he said seriously. Suddenly, his tone changed,
"My brother has the same Speedo that you are wearing."

   "Not anymore," I replied. "This one used to be his. He
gave it to me." As soon as I told him this, I regretted it. How was I
going to explain when and where JD had given me his swimsuit. Thankfully,
Indian Boy was not curious in the least.

   "I am wearing one of his old swimsuits too," he
responded. "You know he has a drawer full of Speedos."

   "So do I," I replied. "I wear a Speedo most of the
time."

   "That's weird, don't you think? Before last week, I had
never worn a Speedo my entire life. Doesn't it bother you that everyone
can see your junk?" he asked.

   "Some of us don't have as much junk as others of us," I
said glancing down at his crotch. "I guess the only time I don't
like wearing a Speedo is when I get a hard on in front of other
people."

   "Like you did when JD walked out?" Indian Boy asked me
matter-of-factly.

   "Yea, that was pretty embarrassing, and there is no way to hide
it. Trust me, Indian Boy, it will happen to you," I said.

   "It already has," he said looking down at himself.

   "Holy fuck," I thought. "His six-inch long uncut cock was
straining the nylon material of his Speedo. I wonder what had turned him
on?"

   Before I had time to replay our conversation in my mind, Coach JD issued
the orders: "Okay boys, I want you to start off by swimming a mile
nonstop using whatever stroke you like. Feel free to change from one stroke
to another if you get tired of one. I've got three $10 Game Stop gift
cards for the first three of you to finish. Before I blow the whistle, I
want one boy from each pair to swim to the other side of the pool, so that
all sixteen of you can start at the same time." After all sixteen of
us were ready, he blew the whistle, and we all dove in
simultaneously. Luckily I was wearing an underwater watch with a lap
counter in it. For the purposes of swimming, thirty-three laps in a pool
which is twenty-five yards long is considered a mile. My best time was
thirty minutes.

   The best part of swimming laps occurred when I got to pass Indian Boy in
my lane. I liked turning my head as we passed one another to look at the
entire length of his body. I especially liked checking out how his cock
filled out the front of his swimsuit even when it was not hard. It was
pretty damn impressive. As I swam, I also tried to recall my conversation
with Indian Boy to try to figure out what suddenly made him grow a
boner. Was it talking about his brother or my reaction to seeing his
brother that gave Indian Boy an erection? Or, was it something else
entirely?

   As we continued to swim, eventually I caught up with Indian Boy. He was
new at this, and he was growing tired. I swam with him side-by-side for a
while to encourage him. When we faced one another underwater, he actually
gave me a thumbs up. So, I continued to swim with him and tried to help him
quicken his pace. Since he did not know how to do a flip turn, I shot ahead
of him when we turned. He was, however, innately strong and worked hard to
catch up with me for a time.

   I began to imagine that the two of us were now fourteen years old, in
high school, and we were swimming alone in a pond. Both of our bodies had
filled out a bit, and my hair was as long as Indian Boy's hair. My cock
had grown to four inches when soft and six inches when hard, and I was
proud of it. Indian Boy's cock was six inches when soft and over seven
when hard. Both of our bodies were hairless except for a nice pubic patch
above our cocks, and we were both evenly tanned brown all over from the
many hours we spent swimming and sunning by the pond. We swam like merboys
and were able to stay underwater for many minutes at a time. As we swam we
would glide against one another, our hard cocks rubbing together as we
twisted and writhed in the water. While we swam effortlessly in the crystal
pond, we were able to kiss underwater for long periods of time. Then, while
I was swimming underwater, Indian Boy was able to swim up behind me upon my
back
 and mount me by sliding his beautiful uncircumcised merboy cock into my
tight hole. We were able to swim together in this position both on the
surface and underwater while he made love to me, passionately pushing and
pulling his wet cock in and out of my tightness until he exploded within
me. This magical boy had me in his spell.

   I was suddenly torn from my daydream by the sound of people cheering, so
I lifted my head from the water to see what was going on. It was no
surprise to any of us that Jamal finished first. He was the tallest and
strongest swimmer on the team.

   Less than a minute later another one of the ninth graders, a blonde boy
named Dustin who looked a lot like Justin Bieber and who wore diamond studs
in his ears just like Jamal, finished and claimed the second gift card. By
this time I had stopped swimming next to Indian Boy and started to do my
best. Since Bob and I typically shared a lane, I knew that he would be my
toughest competition for third place. I tried to figure out if he was ahead
of or behind me, but it was hard to tell since he was swimming two lanes
over. I began to swim like a machine. My arms were churning the water like
two insane windmills, and I was kicking as forcefully and as rapidly as I
had ever kicked before. When, I hit the side of the pool at the end of my
thirty-third lap, I yelled, "Finished!"

   A second later I heard the word "finished!" sounded out from
lane 2. It was Bob's voice. When I got out of the pool, JD was there
immediately with a hug to congratulate me. I loved the feeling of his dry
Speedo-clad body against my wet one. We quickly patted my bottom and
praised me, "I am so proud of you Matt. I had no idea you would be so
strong in the long distance! Congrats little man!" Again, I felt my
penis growing plump inside the confines of the fish scale Speedo he had
given me. Quickly I jumped back into the pool hoping no one had noticed.

   Since the mile-long swim had exhausted us, Coach JD went easy on us for
the remainder of the practice until the last fifteen minutes. "Okay
men," he said, "now it's time to show me what you've
got. Since the YMCA van only seats fifteen, I can only take the fourteen
best swimmers to the next away meet. We'll start with a 4x50 medley
relay." Next, he put us into groups of four of varying ages and
ability. I was grouped with Dustin, who was the boy who looked like Justin
Bieber but who was in no way
 a juvenile delinquent. Dustin had these nickel-sized nipples with amazing
pecs that were rock hard and larger than some girls' breasts. I longed
to feel them in the palms of my hands and hoped that my pecs would grow as
large as his by the time I was in the ninth grade. Next, he placed Gary
Murray, one of the twins who reminded me of Tom Daley; and Kai, the Chinese
boy I ate lunch with whose dick was as small as mine even though he was a
year older than me, in my group. It seemed that all I could think about was
cock. I was becoming such a pervert.

   Since Kai was the best of our group at the backstroke, he got into the
pool to swim first. I would go second with the breast stroke, Gary would
swim third with the butterfly stroke, and, since he was the fastest in our
group, Justin would swim fourth with free style. In the lane next to us Bob
had been grouped with Jamal, the amazing ninth grader who was the only
black boy on the team;
 Grant, the other gay Murray twin; and Indian Boy, who was strong but still
lacked technique.

   "Racers, take your mark, get set, go," Coach JD sounded out
before blowing his whistle. Kai pushed off the wall and powerfully glided
across the water with his beastly backstroke. Once he returned to the side,
I dove in for my part of the medley, the breast stroke. My dive was solid;
however, the swimsuit JD had given me had apparently come untied, and it
slipped completely off of me so that I had to swim naked. I tried not to
let this obstacle slow me down, and I swam my hardest. Once I returned to
the starting point and hit the wall, Gary dove in over me for the butterfly
stroke.

   In the meantime, Justin helped pull me out of the pool. "Bravo
Matt!" he said in his perfect British accent. He had just moved to the
U.S. at the start of his ninth grade year. I noticed that a small tuft of
pubic hair showed above the low waistline of his Speedo. He was a sexy
boy. "You just earned your best time ever in the 50 breast while
swimming starkers. If it worked for you, I hope that it will bloody well
work for me." Then, he removed his royal blue swimsuit which had the
Union Jack emblazoned across his hard muscular ass. Naturally, my eyes were
drawn to his royal British rod. He had a delicious bush of blonde pubes,
and his soft cut cock looked to be at least four inches long. His balls,
which were low-hangers, were as hairless as my own. "If you want, go
ahead and give it a yank for good luck," he said softly so that only I
could hear. Impulsively, without checking to see if any other boy was
watching, I gave
 his long cock a tug. It felt awesome in my hand, and I did not want to
stop with just one stroke. However, Gary had returned after making an
impressive showing with his butterfly stroke. Before he touched the side, I
let go of Dustin's cock so that he could get ready to dive in for the
last leg of the medley.

   Even though I knew I should have felt embarrassed standing on the pool
deck completely naked, I actually liked it. No one made a big deal about
it, and I could not dive in to retrieve my Speedo until the medley relay
was over. The exhibitionist part of me enjoyed it it so much that my little
cock plumped up to a three-inch-long semi-hard on. I began to cheer for the
now naked Dustin, who was moving across the water like a torpedo. Once Gary
and Kai caught onto the fact that Dustin and I were both in our birthday
suits, they also took off their swimsuits. We must have been a sight--one
naked twelve-year-old and two naked thirteen-year-olds cheering for our
naked fourteen-year-old teammate. When the boys in the three other lanes
and our coach realized that we had all stripped, they started laughing and
pointing, but we did not give a shit. We were four naked boys having the
time of our lives jumping up and down with cocks bouncing and balls
swinging as
 we awaited the outcome of the race.

   As the race neared its climax, Jamal and Dustin were swimming neck and
neck with Dustin's beautiful white ass skimming across the water's
surface. The only sounds that bounced across the walls of the indoor
swimming area were their names, "Jamal, Jamal, Dustin, Dustin..."
as their teammates chanted them over and over. In the final second, somehow
Dustin managed to touch the side of the pool before his best friend, Jamal,
did. We had won the medley! In the pool, showing what a good sport he was,
Jamal gave Dustin a high five. On the pool deck, I hugged Kai and enjoyed
the feeling of my American boycock rubbing against his Asian
boycock. Naturally, Grant Murray was hugging Gary to congratulate him for
the win. I must admit, it was pretty erotic to see these twin brothers
unabashedly hugging one another while Grant's bikini clad cock rubbed
against Gary's naked cock. Then, once they finished hugging, Gary
turned to me and gave
 me a hug. By now, both our cocks were no longer soft, and it felt amazing
to feel his wet hard-on against mine. A moment later our team's
champion, Dustin, had swum to the ladder and pulled his nude body from the
pool. He came to me first. "Naked swimming rules," he said as he
hugged me close to him. Next, he spoke softly into my ear, "Thanks for
the tug before the race, poof. You can stroke it anytime. Jamal
won't." I could feel his cock growing hard between us, and I began
to feel lightheaded. The sexual energy on the pool deck was palpable.

   Coach JD, who must have sensed that things were getting out of hand,
took control as one boy after another began to sprout a hard cock on the
pool deck. "Let's congratulate the swimmers in lane one for their
win in style." This got a laugh from the entire team, and they
applauded for us. "However, it's time to put your swimsuits back
on for the final exercise." I was amazed that, for once, JD did not
give in to his normally impulsive nature. If he had not intervened, I
imagine that I would have been on my knees with Dustin's cock in my
mouth while Gary and Grant Murray would have showed us which one of them
was the more submissive of the two. Perhaps, Bob would have joined me on
his knees with Kai's little Chinese prick in his mouth. It would have
been so fucking hot. But, JD was the coach, and he knew best. Anyone could
have walked into the swimming area and witnessed the orgy, and the shit
would have hit the fan.
 So, I dived into the pool and retrieved my fish scale Speedo. I made sure
that the drawstring was tied securely before I had to dive back in for the
final sprint of the day. I enjoyed watching my teammates stuffing their
hard pricks into their Speedos as they covered their nude bodies. I was
genuinely happy that, for once, I was not the only boy with an erection
inside the confines of the tiny piece of nylon and spandex we all wore.

   Once practice was over, Coach JD ordered the team to hit the showers. A
lot of hooting and hollering followed the command as the boys dashed
eagerly to the swimmers' locker room. Next, before we could exit, he
called Indian Boy and me over to speak to him. He had Indian Boy wait for a
minute while he spoke to me first, "Matt, it seems like the world goes
bonkers when you get naked in public. Your confident attitude and naked
body cause anyone who sees it to lose his inhibitions. Friday night, we
ended up sleeping naked together after I caught you running to the stop
sign in the nude. Then, today, after you lost your swimsuit, your entire
group got naked and hard. I just want you to use this power you have over
other boys with great caution."

   "I will Coach. I think I am missing the gene that causes shame. I
know that this could get me into a lot of trouble even though, so far, it
has brought me great luck. In fact, I was within a few seconds of giving
Dustin a blow job right there on the pool deck before you asked us all to
put our swimsuits back on."

   "I could see that things were getting out of hand and knew that I
had to resist being impulsive for once. So, are you and Bob still planning
to fuck each other tomorrow night?"

   "Yea and I'm pretty fired up about it. I cannot wait for him to
stick his dick inside of me. Was your boyfriend your first?" I asked.

   "No, I lost my virginity one summer on a Boy Scout campout,"
he said. "It was really unexpected. My boyfriend was actually the
third boy to fuck me."

   "Dude, I want to hear all about this," I said eagerly feeling
my cock growing inside my Speedo. "When do I get to meet your
boyfriend?"

   "He is picking me up after practice today," JD said. "I
know I can trust you to keep this a secret."

   "I will put it in the vault and throw away the key," I
promised.

   "I see that you and Indian Boy are getting to be friends. Remember
our agreement?" JD asked.

   "Yea, you'll fuck my pussy if I get Indian Boy to kiss
me," I replied.

   "I honestly don't believe that even with your secret power you
will be able to get my straight little brother to kiss you," JD
said. "For my sake, I hope you do because I can't wait to get my
sixteen-year-old dick inside your tight hairless twelve-year-old ass."

   "Me neither," I responded. Now my cock was rock hard again, so
I reached down and adjusted it so that it was pointing nearly straight up
in my Speedo.

   "Now for the reason I asked you to stay after practice. " He
looked over at his brother who had been sitting on the bleachers patiently
waiting. "Hey, Indian Boy, sorry for making you wait." Indian Boy
joined us. "I want you to work with Matt here on your flip
turns."

   "No problem," he replied.

   "Matt's technique is nearly perfect. I would happily be your
teacher, but I have some disposable razors to pass out in the locker
room. I'll put two new YMCA Speedos and a couple of razors in your
locker, Indian Boy, so you and Matt can shave each other in the shower once
you master the flip turn. Good luck, guys."

   "Okay, JD. That sounds good to me," Indian Boy said with a
smile.

   I watched JD's ass in his tight black Speedo as he walked away from
us. I
 liked the way his gluts flexed with each step he took. After he entered
the locker room, I suggested that Indian Boy and I should work on his flip
turn in the shallow end, so we both dove in and swam the length of the
pool.

   "You know, Matt, you amaze me," Indian Boy
said. "I've never known anyone like you. First off, you are an
amazing swimmer. Probably the best twelve-year-old on the team. Next, you
don't give a shit about what others think about you. Saturday, you
jacked off Bob in the shower room in front of the entire team. Yesterday, I
caught the two of you kissing in the woods. Then, today you lost your
swimsuit, stayed naked for the entire race without ever trying to cover up,
and you even tugged on Dustin's big dick in front of everyone. I mean
you are the coolest queer I have ever met."

   "Thanks, I guess," I said smiling. "Look man, until
Friday I had never done anything like this. It's kinda crazy. I mean, I
don't want the whole middle school to know I'm gay, but I am having
a hard time keeping it a secret. I'm glad you're okay with
it."

   "Yea, you're a lot like JD. My grandfather says that he has the
spirit of both a man and a woman within him. To a Coushatta Indian, a brave
with two spirits is considered to be wise," Indian Boy said.

   "So, your whole family is cool with the fact that JD is gay?"
I asked.

   "Yea, we accept him for who he is. I honestly don't think JD is
gay though. I found two pairs of girls' panties in the drawer where he
keeps his Speedos. They must be souvenirs from the girls he has fucked. I
think he likes both boys and girls. I just don't want him to jack me
off in the shower room ever again," he said laughing. "I mean, it
really felt good, but it kind of freaked me out. Here it was my first
practice, and my brother goes all homo on me in front of all the other
boys. I don't want them to think that this is how it is between
us. Before that, we had never touched each other's dicks. A couple of
months ago, JD showed me how to masturbate, and we jacked off together
once, but that was it."

   "Yea, I think we all went a little crazy in the shower room, but I
loved it." I decided not to tell him that JD probably bought the
girls' underwear he found for himself. "So, do you think there are
two spirits in you too?"

   "No way!" he replied.

   "That's cool. It's just that before practice you told me
you didn't know whose side you were on, and then you got a boner in
your Speedo," I said.

   "Dude, you show wood in your Speedo 24-7," he said.

   "That's true. I can't help it. There are just so many hot
guys on our team like you!" I said impulsively.

   "You honestly think I am hot?" he asked smiling.

   "Fuck yea," I replied. "And you've got a pretty big
cock too especially for a twelve-year-old."

   "So you like my dick." he asked grabbing himself inside of his
hand-me-down Speedo.

   "Yea, it's pretty awesome," I said.

   "Would you give me a blow job?" he asked.

   "I might," I answered, "but I'd have to know that
there was something in it for me too."

   "You mean I would have to suck your cock too?" he asked.

   "If you wanted to," I said.

   "What if I didn't want to," he responded.

   "You would at least have to give me a kiss," I said.

   "On the lips?" he asked.

   "And with tongue," I added. "How else are you going to
find out if both spirits are alive in you like they are in JD and me and at
least half of the swim team?"

   "No way, Matt," he said. "I'm not about to kiss
another boy."

   "That's cool with me. I'm not going to try to talk you into
doing something you don't want to do. I'm just wondering why
you've got a hard on again," I said looking down at his cock which
was straining to bust out of his tiny Speedo.

   "I don't know man," he said defensively. "Look,
let's just forget about it and work on my flip turn."

   I started off by showing him how to execute a proper flip turn. Then, we
broke it down into small parts. For the next twenty minutes we worked
together until Indian Boy had mastered the basics. I liked that he
 was okay with me being gay and that he did not freak out when I touched
his body as I taught him. I was, although, disappointed that it looked like
there was no way Indian Boy was ever going to kiss me. I guess JD was
right. His little brother was one of those guys who would get off having
another guy blow him, but he was not going to reciprocate.

   By the time we entered the swim team's locker room, all of the other
boys had gone home. So, we went and got the disposable razors from Indian
Boy's locker, took off our Speedos, and entered the shower room
together. I liked watching his soft cock swinging from side to side while
we walked. Damn, how I wanted to suck it. We chose shower heads that were
next to one another and waited until the water got warm. I said, "Why
don't we shave each other's arm pits first."

   "Yea, I guess that makes sense since it's hard to see inside
your own arm pit," Indian Boy said. He soaped up both arm pits.

   I stood in front of him and had him lift his left arm first. I gently
shaved the hair from his pit moving from below his armpit on the side of
his chest up to his tricep. His body was a lot like mine, and he had very
little hair to remove. After I finished shaving his, he shaved mine. He was
gentle and thorough.

   Next, kneeling on the shower floor, I began to shave the hair off of his
shins. Then, I had him turn around, and I shaved the hair off of the back
of his thighs and off of his calves. Even though, there was not much hair,
it took a while to finish the job.

   Once his legs were as smooth as a girls, he shaved mine. When he had me
turn around while he shaved the backs of my thighs, the feeling of his hand
as it crazed my ass cheek made my cock hard. It felt good, and I was not
about to try to cover it up. As more blood flowed into my cock, it felt
like less blood was flowing to my brain, and I began to act on
impulse. Once my legs were as smooth as his, I stood facing him, took his
soft cock into my hand and began shaving the few pubic hairs he had from
above his cock. Since he had very little hair, this did not take long, and
his cock instantly responded to my touch and grew to its full six-inch
length. When I looked into his eyes to gauge his response, he smiled and
put his hands around my back, pulling me close to him.

   Then, he pressed his lips to mine, and I instantly pushed my tongue
against his soft lips. He responded by opening his mouth and pushing his
tongue into my mouth. I let go of his hard cock and wrapped my arms around
him, allowing his hard wet cock to rub against mine. I was immediately lost
in that fog of sexual desire. This boy, whom JD had said was as pretty as
me, had discovered that, like his brother and me, had two spirits living
inside of him. Even though this was his first boy-on-boy kiss, Indian Boy
was a natural. He attacked my mouth with his tongue and turned his head
from side to side as if he could not connect enough of his hot mouth and
full lips to mine. This was beyond my wildest wet dream. We kissed for
quite some time while the warm water cascaded over our thin smooth
bodies. My hands were all over his back and ass cheeks, reveling in the
feeling of his tight athletic body. Between our bodies his six-inch-long
cock battled my
 four-inch-long cock as if they were swords fighting.

   I let him kiss me as long as he wanted especially since I feared that
his shame might prevent him from ever kissing me again. When he finally
broke apart from me, he looked into my eyes and said with a smile,
"Damn Matt! That was amazing. You know, when I told you that I was not
about to kiss another boy, there was a part of me that knew I was lying. I
have to admit that when I caught you kissing
 Bob in the woods, I sort of wished it was me you were kissing, and it
scared me. I have never thought of a boy that way. In fact, I have a girl
friend, and I really like kissing her. But, there is something different
about you."

   "I have to admit, that when I saw you following JD from the
coach's office Saturday, there was something about you that I liked
right away. But I figured you were straight and off limits. I never could
have guessed that two days later you and I would be kissing in the shower
room."

   "Me neither Matt. Look, does the deal you made me still
stand?" he asked.

   "What deal?" I asked. I knew what he wanted. I just wanted to
hear him say it.

   "Come on, you know," he said growing somewhat
uncomfortable. "Will you suck my dick?" He reached down and
wrapped his fingers around the base of his very hard cock offering it to
me.


   "I was hoping that was what you meant," I said
smiling. "The deal sure does still stand." I dropped to my knees
and took his hard cock in my hand while I began to lick his balls. I took
them into my mouth one at a time. Then, since they were the size of pecans,
I took both of them into my mouth at the same time. After I finished giving
his nuts a nice tongue bath, I began to lick his prick from the base to the
tip. Since his cock was hard, the foreskin had withdrawn from the head, so
I could lick his piss slit which was oozing precum. I continued to lick and
run my lips up and down his cock until he started whimpering,"Matt,
Matt, that feels so good."

   I did not want him to ejaculate before I had his turgid Indian boycock
down my throat. So. I began by sucking on the head. He liked it so much
that he put his hands on the back of my head and slipped his rod into my
mouth until he hit my throat. I looked up at him to see his expression, and
my heart nearly stopped beating. He had his eyes closed and his mouth was
open since he was breathing so hard. His head was tilted back into the
spray of the shower which was running down his long hair which flowed well
past his shoulders. He was absolutely beautiful. If it wasn't for the
fact that I was sucking his throbbing oversized cock, I would have thought
he was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. He was stunning and incredibly
sexy. I now knew what JD meant when he said Indian Boy was a pretty boy. I
hoped that once my hair was as long as his, that I could look at least half
as pretty.

   With my blue eyes still looking at his feminine face, I began to swallow
until I felt his cock slip into my throat and his smooth sagging balls
against my chin. I wiggled my tongue against the underside of his cock, and
he started to fuck my face. I did not even have to bob my head on his
beautiful penis. I just kept my lips tight, breathed through my nose, and
loved the feeling of his boyhood thrusting in and out of my throat. While I
continued to suck, I reached around behind him and began to squeeze the
cheeks of his muscular ass. When he started moaning, I knew his orgasm was
close at hand. So, I pulled back on his cock until the head was on my
tongue still inside my mouth, and I began to masturbate his cock with my
hand. Moments later without warning he began to shoot and I began to
swallow his salty juice. He fired three good shots into my mouth which I
enjoyed. If I could have, I would have saved his load in my mouth for the
rest of the day.
 Having his cum inside me was such a turn on though, that I swallowed it
all.

   Once I was done, I stood up to face him hoping he would try to kiss me
again. But, just like JD had warned me, he pulled back. "Fuck
Matt. That was crazy. I have never felt anything so good in my entire
 life. Thanks so much." Then, he stuck out his hand to shake mine like
I was his straight buddy who had just made the team.

   "Wait a minute," I said. "I just gave you an amazing blow
job, and you want to shake hands. That's not how us queers show our
appreciation." Having said that I hugged him close and kissed him full
on the lips. At first I could feel his body tense up. However, after a
second, he got into it and started kissing me so forcefully that I was
afraid he might chip one of my teeth. His cock was still plump and mine
grew hard again for the twentieth time that day. I definitely wanted this
moment to last forever. However, it ended abruptly when JD walked into the
shower room and caught us.

   "Alright girls," he said, "break it up. Break it
up."

   We instantly pulled apart from one another. Both of our lips were red
and swollen from making out so feverishly with one another, and both of us
had raging hard ons. To break the ice, I said, "Oh, hi
Coach. How's it goin'." I tried to sound as innocent as
possible.

   "I have been waiting for you two homos in my office for a half
hour. I was afraid that something might have happened, and I walk in to
find the two of you kissing like you were auditioning for Brokeback
Mountain Part 2. So, don't give me your 'hi Coach. How's it
goin' bullshit." Then a smile spread across his handsome
face."So, Indian Boy, did you return the favor?"

   This moment was priceless. "You mean, did I suck his cock
too?" Indian Boy asked.

   "Yea, that's exactly what I meant, you retard. It's what
fags do, little brother," JD said.

   "No way man. That's so gay," he replied turning the water
off.

   Both JD and I started laughing. "So, what you want me to understand
is that--rubbing your hard cock against another boy's and kissing him
right after you shot a load into his mouth--is what straight boys do?"

   "Yea," he responded smiling, "that sounds good to
me."

   "Seriously?" JD asked.

   "Look don't mess with me," Indian Boy replied. "What
just happened between Matt and me was fucking awesome. I just haven't
had a chance to figure it all out. Okay?"

   "Yea, it's okay. I just don't think that there's a
whole lot to figure out. Matt turns you on, and it's hard to believe
that you could feel this way about a boy."

   "Thanks for understanding bro," Indian Boy replied.

   "Look, I need you to put some clothes on and meet me in the parking
lot as soon as possible. I just got a text message that our ride home is
almost here," JD said. Turning to me, he asked, "Hey Matt, do you
need a ride home?"

   "No thanks, Coach," I said. "I rode my bike to practice
today. Maybe next time I'll take you up on the offer." After JD
left the locker room, I said to Indian Boy, "Look man, I really liked
what happened between us today, and I'd like to do it again when you
are ready." I pulled on the new YMCA Sharks Speedo that JD had left
for me in Indian Boy's locker. My plump cock filled out the nose of the
shark that was on the front pouch of the suit nicely. I could not help but
notice that Indian Boy looked amazing in the new swimsuit too.

   "Yea, that sounds good to me. Maybe we could hang out at my house
New Year's Day. Is that cool?" he asked.

   "Awesome. That will give you the chance to return the favor,"
I said smiling while I
 grabbed my crotch through my Speedo.

   "I guess you'll have to wait and see," he said as we
finished dressing.

   We both grabbed our swim bags and dashed out of the YMCA building to
meet JD in the parking lot. When I saw him standing there with his ponytail
getting blown by the wind, I suddenly remembered what he had told me right
after practice. His boyfriend was going to pick him up. I tried to figure
out who he might be based on all that JD had told me about him. The guy
sounded a lot like my brother Luke. He had some strange rules about what
was gay and what was straight. This guy believed that kissing while the two
of them were having sex was okay, but kissing when the two of them were
hanging out together was gay. Before I had time to give the matter much
thought, a new silver Mustang pulled into the parking lot, and I nearly
shit in my new Speedo when I saw who was driving.