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Speedo High: Part 4
Ihugged him for a full minute after John David left. Our soft cocks gentlytouching in between our thin bodies felt so nice. I did not want this moment toend, but I knew our time was running out. I looked into his green eyes andsmiled. His usually wavy blonde hair was wet with sweat. I kissed him gently onthe 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 thatmaybe we should stop," Bob said. "Now. I never want to stop." Heran his fingers through the hair hanging from my ponytail and looked deeply intomy blue eyes. "I guess being gay is okay?"
"Ihope 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 donot 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, mybrother, and my sister at the breakfast table," Bob said tugging on a pairof shorts.
Iquickly 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 hadbeen in this small piece of nylon and spandex before me. There was even a largewet spot inside the crotch where his precum had oozed out the night beforewhile he had called me names like tiny, queer, and fag. Even though I had beenscared at first, I enjoyed every moment of both his abuse and his tenderness.
Bobnoticed the Speedo and said, "Matt, it looks fucking hot on you, but I'vegot 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'tbelieve he's one of us," I said.
Weboth ran in through the front door of his house and down the hall to thebathroom before any member of his family had the chance to stop us. I couldonly imagine what we smelled like after all the ways we had been covered in cumthe past few hours.
Assoon as we entered the white tiled bathroom, Bob turned on the hot water in theshower, stripped off his shorts, and let the water rinse the evidence ofboy-to-boy sex from his body. Likewise, I took off the fish scale Speedo, andgot into the shower with him. I pulled my long hair out of the ponytail olderand shook my head until my hair was free. While he was facing the warm spray, Iwalked right up behind him and began kissing the back of his neck while Ihugged him from behind. I nestled my cock, which was beginning to harden, inthe crack of his ass. He moaned softly and let his head fall back onto myshoulder. I reached around to feel his cock and learned that his was growinghard too.
Icould not believe that we were both getting hard-ons after all of the times wehad cum in the past few hours. I had jacked Bob off just after midnight, and hehad masturbated again while watching me jack off John David. Then, he had cum athird time when the high school athlete blew him while Bob sucked my littlecock. Likewise I had cum in Bob's mouth and again in John David's mouth in thepast 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 Iwas willing to give it a whirl.
Bobmust have been thinking the same thing because, at that moment, he turnedaround so that the shower was hitting him on the back and hugged me to him. He rubbedhis six-incher against my four-incher, while we kissed passionately. I steppedback until my back was against the
wallof the shower. Though we were both wet, the spray of warm water from the showerhead was no longer hitting either of us. Hopefully, the noise of the sprayhitting the floor was masking any of the sounds we were making. Bob broke apartfrom me for a moment and picked a bottle of mineral oil off of the tiled shelfin the shower. He squirted it onto my hard cock and warm balls first; then, hesquirted it onto his own hard member and balls too. He moved back into the sameposition he had been in before and began to kiss my swollen lips again.
Whileour tongues battled, he reached down and began stroking my cock, so I did thesame for him. Even though we had to pull apart from one another to make enoughroom for our hands to masturbate each other, we did not stop kissing andgasping for breath for a moment. Since we had both cum so many times, we had tostroke one another for almost ten minutes before
ourtender ball sacks began to grow tight. Right before Bob started to shoot, I gotonto my knees, took over jacking off my own cock, and took his cock into mymouth. He only shot one tasty load into my mouth which I did not swallowimmediately. When I stood back up, Bob imitated me, got onto his knees and tookmy cock into his mouth. He sucked me like John David had taught him to, and, inless 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 tomind. Once our lips were connected, we opened our mouths and shared eachother's warm boy batter. It was incredibly erotic. We continued to kiss as webacked into the shower again.
Finally,the hot water began to run out, so we quickly shampooed and rinsed our own hair.My hair was so long that it took a while to rinse all of the shampoo out of it.Next, I used conditioner to work the tangles out of my long mop. Then, we soapedup one another's bodies. By the time we finished, the spray from the shower wasvery cold. It was definitely a good thing, because a cold shower was what weneeded to bring our overcharged libidos into check.
Shiveringslightly, we stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. We wrapped thetowels around our waists, grabbed the Speedo and shorts off of the floor, anddashed down the hall to Bob's bedroom. Once inside, we dropped our towels andquickly got ready for swim practice. I enjoyed watching Bob tuck his cock andballs into the well-worn black team
Speedowhich had a faded white shark over his right hip. Naturally, I put John David'sSpeedo back on. My soft cock and balls loved the feeling of the worn nylon fabricas it rubbed against them. I hoped that no one would notice the wet spot thatJohn David had left in the front pouch. Next, we both put on our white teamt-shirts with The Academy on the Water Sharksscreen-printed in black ink on the front. Then, I brushed my shiny brown hair, puton a cap which had Speedo stitched on the front of it, and pulled my hairthrough the back of the cap above the adjustable band. Finally, we both slippedour feet into some flips flops and dashed out of his door for breakfast. Wewere both feeling anxious because nearly an hour, filled with lots of sex, hadelapsed since Bob's dad had called us to breakfast. We were going to have toeat quickly, if we were going to make it to our Saturday morning swim practiceon time.
Ifought the urge to hold his hand as we walked down the hall to the kitchen. Itwas just that I felt so close to him after all the ways we had been intimatesince 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 beready to embrace our newfound love for one another. This was something that wewould have to discuss if our relationship continued to grow.
Bythe 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 portionof scrambled eggs and a biscuit. She knew that, since we were about to undergotwo hours of an intense swim practice, it would not be a good idea to jump intothe pool having overeaten. Bob's younger brother John, who was an exact replicaof Bob except he had brown hair, was the first to speak. "It's about timeyou two queers finally got to the table. What have you been doing for the pasthour?"
"John,"his mother scolded, "you know better than to call your brother and Matt,or anyone for that matter, a queer."
Iwas starting to wonder if John knew something, if he had heard us in theshower, or if he was just being an annoying thirteen-year-old."John," I answered, "we had a lot of fun last night. Maybe youand a friend could go camping with us the next time. Would that be cool?"
"Iguess so," he replied. "I just don't know what you guys could find todo without a television, an iPad, or a video game. It sounds boring tome."
"Littlebrother," Bob said, "you've just got to use your imagination. You'dbe surprised how many things Matt and I found to do that we had never donebefore." Bob smiled and rubbed my leg with his foot under the table.
"Likewhat kind of things?" John asked.
"We'dreally like to tell you, but the Campers Code prevents us from telling anynon-camper what happened. You know it's like, 'whatever happens in Vegas, staysin Vegas,'" I said rubbing Bob's leg with my foot. We both startedlaughing.
"Yes,Matt," Bob's father added, "I think that is a good idea. Sometimes thenaked truth of a situation is better kept secret. I know that when my buddiesand I camped out at your age, we had some experiences that we always keptbetween us, and we never broke the Campers Code."
Iwas beginning to believe that Dr. O'Bryan, Bob's dad, understood exactly whathad happened in the tent, and he seemed to be cool with it. I knew then andthere that he would always be an ally.