Date: Sat, 24 May 2014 19:39:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Matt Johnson Subject: Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 4 Don't read this story if you're under 18, easily upset or have problems (serious or minor) with gay-themed erotic stories. If your country/area of residence says this is naughty and illegal, well, I'm afraid I don't have a "get out of jail free" card you could use. Please, use your common sense. While the characters in the stories may or may not practice safe-sex, you really should. Not that you're foolish enough to eschew condoms merely because fictional characters don't use them, are you? Do not forget to donate to Nifty.org, our host. They are super cool and worthy of our support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Finally, your comments and unsolicited praise are always welcome especially since I am new at this: speedoguy1992@yahoo.com. Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 4 I hugged him for a full minute after John David left. Our soft cocks gently touching in between our thin bodies felt so nice. I did not want this moment to end, but I knew our time was running out. I looked into his green eyes and smiled. His usually wavy blonde hair was wet with sweat. I kissed him gently on the lips and hugged him with my hands upon his hard ass cheeks. "Bob, this is all too wild, right?" I asked. "Yea, just a few hours ago I was worried that what we were doing was so gay that maybe we should stop," Bob said. "Now. I never want to stop." He rubbed the short spiky brown hair on the top of my head and looked deeply into my blue eyes. "I guess being gay is okay?" "I hope so because it is the only way I know how to be," I replied. "Look, we'd better go eat breakfast before we get caught like this. I do not know how we could explain hugging one another with no clothes on." "Yea, you're right. Let's run inside and jump into the shower to wash all the cum, sweat, and spit off of our bodies before we have to sit with my parents, my brother, and my sister at the breakfast table," Bob said tugging on a pair of shorts. I quickly pulled the Speedo on that John David had given me. It fit me perfectly, and it turned me on to know that his hard uncut cock and round athletic ass had been in this small piece of nylon and spandex before me. There was even a large wet spot inside the crotch where his precum had oozed out the night before while he had called me names like tiny, queer, and fag. Even though I had been scared at first, I enjoyed every moment of both his abuse and his tenderness. Bob noticed the Speedo and said, "Matt, it looks fucking hot on you, but I've got say that the whole thing with John David was wild and weird, right?" "Yea. He was such an asshole at first, but turned out to be pretty cool. I can't believe he's one of us," I said. We both ran in through the front door of his house and down the hall to the bathroom before any member of his family had the chance to stop us. I could only imagine what we smelled like after all the ways we had been covered in cum the past few hours. As soon as we entered the white tiled bathroom, Bob turned on the hot water in the shower, stripped off his shorts, and let the water rinse the evidence of boy-to-boy sex from his body. Likewise, I took off the fish scale Speedo, and got into the shower with him. While he was facing the warm spray, I walked right up behind him and began kissing the back of his neck while I hugged him from behind. I nestled my cock, which was beginning to harden, in the crack of his ass. He moaned softly and let his head fall back onto my shoulder. I reached around to feel his cock and learned that his was growing hard too. I could not believe that we were both getting hard-ons after all of the times we had cum in the past few hours. I had jacked Bob off just after midnight, and he had masturbated again while watching me jack off John David. Then, he had cum a third time when the high school athlete blew him while Bob sucked my little cock. Likewise I had cum in Bob's mouth and again in John David's mouth in the past hour. Yet, I was hard and ready for more sex already. To be quite honest, I did not know if I had the ability to cum again in such a short time, but I was willing to give it a whirl. Bob must have been thinking the same thing because, at that moment, he turned around so that the shower was hitting him on the back and hugged me to him. We rubbed our hard four-inch-long, nearly identical cocks together while we kissed passionately. I stepped back until my back was against the wall of the shower. Though we were both wet, the spray of warm water from the shower head was no longer hitting either of us. Hopefully, the noise of the spray hitting the floor was masking any of the sounds we were making. Bob broke apart from me for a moment and picked a bottle of mineral oil off of the tiled shelf in the shower. He squirted it onto my hard cock and warm balls first; then, he squirted it onto his own hard member and balls too. He moved back into the same position he had been in before and began to kiss my swollen lips again. While our tongues battled, he reached down and began stroking my cock, so I did the same for him. Even though we had to pull apart from one another to make enough room for our hands to masturbate each other, we did not stop kissing and gasping for breath for a moment. Since we had both cum so many times, we had to stroke one another for almost ten minutes before our tender ball sacks began to grow tight. Right before Bob started to shoot, I got onto my knees, took over jacking off my own cock, and took his cock into my mouth. He only shot one tasty load into my mouth which I did not swallow immediately. When I stood back up, Bob imitated me, got onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me like John David had taught him to, and, in less than a minute, I shot one nice-sized salty load into his mouth. Like me, he did not swallow my cum immediately. He stood back up and moved his mouth to mind. Once our lips were connected, we opened our mouths and shared each other's warm boy batter. It was incredibly erotic. We continued to kiss as we backed into the shower again. Finally, the hot water began to run out, so we quickly shampooed, rinsed our own hair, and soaped up one another's bodies. By the time we finished, the spray from the shower was very cold. It was definitely a good thing, because a cold shower was what we needed to bring our overcharged libidos into check. Shivering slightly, we stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. We wrapped the towels around our waists, grabbed the Speedo and shorts off of the floor, and dashed down the hall to Bob's bedroom. Once inside, we dropped our towels and quickly got ready for swim practice. I enjoyed watching Bob tuck his hairless cock and balls into the well-worn black team Speedo which had a faded white shark over his right hip. Naturally, I put John David's Speedo back on. My soft cock and balls loved the feeling of the worn nylon fabric as it rubbed against them. I hoped that no one would notice the wet spot that John David had left in the front pouch. Next, we both put on our white team t-shirts with YMCA Sharks screen-printed in black ink on the front. Then, I put on a cap which had Speedo stitched on the front of it. Finally, we both slipped our feet into some flips flops and dashed out of his door for breakfast. We were both feeling anxious because nearly an hour, filled with lots of sex, had elapsed since Bob's dad had called us to breakfast. We were going to have to eat quickly, if we were going to make it to our Saturday morning swim practice on time. I fought the urge to hold his hand as we walked down the hall to the kitchen. It was just that I felt so close to him after all the ways we had been intimate since midnight. I wanted everyone to know that he was mine and I was his. Yet, I also knew that the world, including our friends and families, may not be ready to embrace our newfound love for one another. This was something that we would have to discuss if our relationship continued to grow. By the time we got to the table, his family was nearly finished eating. His mom, who was amazingly thoughtful, got up immediately and served us a small portion of scrambled eggs and a biscuit. She knew that, since we were about to undergo two hours of an intense swim practice, it would not be a good idea to jump into the pool having overeaten. Bob's younger brother John, who was an exact replica of Bob except he had brown hair, was the first to speak. "It's about time you two queers finally got to the table. What have you been doing for the past hour?" "John," his mother scolded, "you know better than to call your brother and Matt, or anyone for that matter, a queer." I was starting to wonder if John knew something, if he had heard us in the shower, or if he was just being an annoying eleven-year-old. "John," I answered, "we had a lot of fun last night. Maybe you and a friend could go camping with us the next time. Would that be cool?" "I guess so," he replied. "I just don't know what you guys could find to do without a television, an iPad, or a video game. It sounds boring to me." "Little brother," Bob said, "you've just got to use your imagination. You'd be surprised how many things Matt and I found to do that we had never done before." Bob smiled and rubbed my leg with his foot under the table. "Like what kind of things?" John asked. "We'd really like to tell you, but the Campers Code prevents us from telling any non-camper what happened. You know it's like, 'whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,'" I said rubbing Bob's leg with my foot. We both started laughing. "Yes, Matt," Bob's father added, "I think that is a good idea. Sometimes the naked truth of a situation is better kept secret. I know that when my buddies and I camped out at your age, we had some experiences that we always kept between us, and we never broke the Campers Code." I was beginning to believe that Dr. O'Bryan, Bob's dad, understood exactly what had happened in the tent, and he seemed to be cool with it. I knew then and there that he would always be an ally.