Speedo High

By Matt Johnson

Published on Oct 8, 2016

Gay

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Speedo High: Part 8

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. Instead of my black bikini underwear, 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 NARBs. (No Apparent Reason Boner)

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 seventeen-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 my always-naked brother 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. "Here," he said indicating his cock, "give it a squeeze."

"Alright," I said as I reached out and grabbed the monster that was growing rapidly. "You better hope this thing doesn?t get any bigger. It won?t fit in your pants, bro,? I said smiling. I rubbed his cock from the base to the tip. It was the biggest one I had ever touched.

"Are you kidding sis, I hope it grows another two inches. Then I can call it a foot-long hot dog," 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 eight-inch-long dick pointing straight out obscenely 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 thirteen-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 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 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 in the eighth grade, 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. ?This weekend I?ve been texting with Paula Emerson. She wants to go out.?

"Paula Emerson? Are you fucking kidding me? 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 like 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 ninth 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, other boys, and girls too. 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 Mohawk bouncing up and down on his head 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. He left the shower room before anything started, and I don?t think JD would have told him 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 his 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 six-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 his blonde pubes. 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 boymeat. 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 you are ready, I?ll fuck your pussy. Would you like that Matt?"

"You know I do 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. ?Who knows, I might like getting fucked. You finger should did feel good inside of me. You know, you sure know a whole lot more about gay sex than I do.?

"I guess I?m way gayer than you are,? I replied.?Would you fuck Paula if you got the chance??

?Isure would, man. She?s hot,? Bob said.

?Inever want to fuck a girl,? I replied. ?It?s not for me.?

?If you could pick anyone on the swim team to fuck your pussy, who would you pick?"

?You, bro,? I said honestly.

?Who else?? he asked.

"I think I?d pick Jamal second,? I said. "But, 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 sucked your cock in the tent," I said.

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

"He seems like he is the kind of guy who likes to be in control. I bet he has never been fucked," I said. "Think about how much fun he had blackmailing us and getting me to jack him off. I'll bet he would like to fuck us both."

"I don't know what I would have done if he had tried to stick his cock inside of me. I'll bet it would have hurt a lot," Bob said. ?Imean, 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 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 JD 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.

Next: Chapter 9


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