Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 02:34:08 -0700 From: Matt Johnson Subject: Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 9 (Gay Make: Young Friends) Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between consenting males. If this turns you off, don't read it. If it turns you on, e-mail me at: speedoguy1992@yahoo.com Donations: Please make a donation to Nifty.org to keep the website up and running. 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.