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Speedo High: Part 5
After breakfast we jumped into Dr. O'Bryan's Jaguar with Bob in the front seat and me in the back. Bob started laughing as soon as his dad started the car. "Dad, I cant't believe you called it the 'naked truth'. That was so funny. Of course, now John knows that we camped out naked. I'm sure that freaked him out. Thankfully, Carol Ann had no clue.?
I could tell by the way she looked at him that Bob?s six-year-old sister Carol Ann idolized him.
"I'm sorry, guys. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to mess with you two. I still don't understand why John David didn't just go back to his house after you finished playing cards," Dr. O'Bryan replied.
"I know what you mean. We thought it was kind of weird too, but he turned out to be such a nice guy that we both didn't really care," I said.
"I guess he just likes hanging out with younger guys. You know he has a younger brother who is also in the ninth grade," Bob said.
"That's right," Dr. O'Bryan said. "He and John play video games together sometimes. I think his name is Paul. I remember that the first time he came over with that Mohawk haircut I thought he had stepped out of an old Coyboy and Indian movie. The black brush of hair down the center of his head reminds me of the helmets the ancient Romans wore, and I cannot figure out how he keeps the sides so smooth. That wild hair and his inability to make eye-contact made me think he might not be a good influence on John. But, once I saw how kind he was to Carol Ann, I realized that he is a good kid. Don?t get me wrong, Paul is pretty tough. One time, when I caught he and John wrestling, he pinned John in less than a minute."
I let the video in my mind of John and Paul wrestling play itself over several times. I wondered if they got as hard as Bob and I did whenever we wrestled. Before I had time to give it much more thought, we arrived at the school for swim practice. Bob and I grabbed our swim bags and dashed for the indoor pool. We had to be ready to go with our goggles around our necks and our feet dangling in the pool by 9:00 a.m. sharp. Coach Pete added another minute to our warm-up swim time for every minute that a member of the team was late. I removed my cap, t-shirt, and flip flops and stuffed all of them into my swim bag in one fluid motion. I also remembered to take my cap and swim buoy out of the bag and to grab a kickboard before I joined the other fifteen boys on our junior varsity team. Since my hair was so long, I was the only boy who wore a swim cap during practice. Bob and I almost always shared a lane for the entire practice since our times were very similar.
In the lane next to us were the Murray twins, Grant and Gary. One year older than us, they were both amazing athletes and incredibly handsome. They both look like younger versions of Tom Daley, the Olympic swimmer from the UK, and they had super hero chins. The two were always together, oftentimes finished each other's sentences, and always wore the school?s black Sharks team Speedos. Even though they were very masculine, they were also very affectionate with each other--giving each other high fives in the pool, slapping each other's butts outside the pool, and hugging each other anytime one of them won an event. I have to admit that I had entertained more than a few fantasies which involved the two of them kissing and jacking each other off. I always found male twins to be very erotic and even fantasized about having my own twin who knew exactly what I wanted him to do to me when we had sex together.
At exactly 9:00 a.m. all of our eyes were drawn to the door which led from the coach's office into the indoor swimming area anticipating Coach Pete's entrance in his faded red swim shorts and black coach's t-shirt with Shark emblazoned on it. He always got our attention my blowing the whistle he wore around his neck. Instead, we were all surprised to see a high-school aged kid emerge from the office wearing the black team Speedo and nothing else. His body was nearly perfect and his long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I could hardly believe my eyes. It was John David--the same John David whose Speedo I was wearing, the same John David who had taught me how to give Bob a blow job a few hours earlier, and the same John David who had blackmailed me into giving him a hand job last night. I was shocked!
I was also surprised to see that right behind him was a younger version of himself?light brown skin, blue eyes, and all. His body had the definition of a runner without any fat. Instead of a ponytail, however, this kid had an amazing black Mohawk. He was also wearing the team's black Speedo, but it looked like it was his first time to ever wear a Speedo since he had a board shorts tan. So, he had that awkward lighter skin on his legs from where the Speedo stopped at the top of his thighs down to wear his board shorts would have covered him just above his knees. Dr. O'Bryan was right, if this was Paul, John David's younger brother, he did look like he had an attitude.
It wasn't until he shouted that my attention was drawn away from Paul and back to John David. "Boys, hit the bleachers. We need to have a short team meeting before we get into the pool." The boys quickly and obediently moved to the bleachers eager to hear the news. John David stood on the pool deck facing the bleachers with his hands on his hips. Like Coach Pete, he also had a whistle hanging from his neck. However, unlike Coach Pete, every member of the team could clearly make out the outline of his teen cock and balls in his Speedo; damn he was hot. He started his talk: "My name is JD. I am senior high on the varsity swim team here at The Academy on the Water, and I will be your swim coach during the winter break. This handsome kid here is my younger brother, Paul. Since I was offered the job of coaching the team, he decided to give swimming for a team a try. Even though this is his first time to train to swim competitively, he is a strong swimmer, a fast runner, and a good athlete. I hope you'll make him feel welcome." All of the guys clapped their hands and shouted words of welcome.
Coach JD (John David) continued, "I know that you are probably wondering why I wear my hair long since swimmers typically seek to reduce drag by removing all the hair from their bodies and keeping the hair on their heads short. Well, the reason I wear my hair this way and Paul has a Mohawk is because we are one-half Native American. Since our grandfather is chief of the local tribe here in Louisiana, we spend a great deal of time with him and our grandmother on the reservation. We wear our hair like this out of respect for our grandparents and our heritage. Are you guys cool with it?" When he paused, several of the guys assured him that they thought his Native American heritage was very cool. "Oh yea, before I forget, no one ever calls my little brother here Paul. We all call him Indian Boy."
The sound of his voice and his awesome presence made my cock swell to its full four inch length inside my swim suit. It pointed toward my belly button and nearly popped out of the top of the swimsuit. Thankfully, Bob seemed to be the only one to notice. I definitely needed the benefit of cold water and its natural shrinking effect to save my pride. I was thankful when he said, "Okay boys, let's start with a fifteen minute warm-up--free style on the odd-numbered laps and breast stroke on the even numbered ones." Half of us lined up in front of the eight lanes of the pool. Once Coach JD yelled, "Ready, set, go!" eight boys, including me and my boner, dove into the pool and swam free-style toward the other end of the 25 meter-long pool. During our flip turns eight more boys dove into the pool to start their first laps. When I passed Bob at the midpoint of our lane, he gave me two thumbs up underwater. I guess he was as excited about our new coach as I was.
It turned out that Coach JD led a great two-hour long practice. He even got into the pool with us during the last 15 minutes of sprints. He tucked his ponytail into a swim cap and showed us how competitive he truly was. He would lead us to believe that we could beat him, but he invariably surged ahead and touched the wall before any of the other boys on the team every time.
After the practice was over, we all headed for the shower room which was located in the swim team locker room. It was basically a tiled square room with five shower heads on three of the walls and a large round drain in the center of the room. There were enough shower heads for all sixteen of us since Gary and Grant, the twins, always shared the same shower head. Bob and I typically chose to the two shower heads right next to the twins. Today, however, Indian Boy took the one Bob normally used, so we took the next two. The warm water felt good on our skin, and we were all pretty quiet as we tried to recover from the grueling practice. Indian Boy was quick and was the first one to leave the shower room
We were all surprised again when Coach JD joined us in the open shower room to rinse off. Coach Pete had never even set foot in the boy's dressing room, and here was our new coach showering with us. He chose the shower head Indian boy had been used. It was right in between Bob and the Murray twins. Like the rest of the team, he started his shower with his Speedo still on in order to rinse the chlorine off of it. I began to wonder if he would let the entire team see his hairless body or would he keep that a secret. Since all of guys on the junior varsity team were freshmen and sophomores, they all had bushy cocks and would expect him to have the same.
While I was musing about pubic hair and furtively scoping out my teammates to see if any of them were going to take off their jammers and bikinis in front of our new coach, John David boldly pulled his bikini off, poked his head through one of the leg openings and wore it around his neck while he soaped up his chiseled naked body and his beautiful uncut cock. For a full minute every guy on the swim team watched Coach JD's every move and admired his excellent physique before their impulse control reminded them that it was not cool to stare at another guy's nude body. Then, in unison, every boy removed his swimsuit, and the guys wearing bikinis hung them around their necks just like Coach JD had done. I would not have been surprised if, then and there, that every single boy, including the beautiful Murray twins, would have shaved off their pubes if someone had produced a razor. The new coach had made an incredible impression on his new team.
Next my eyes were drawn to the Murray twins. It looked like I was not the only one who liked watching them wash each other's backs. Apparently Coach JD liked watching them too because his cock started to grow. I realized that I was definitely devoting too much of my attention to John David. I did not want to make my fascination for him obvious to the entire team, so I furtively looked around the shower room to see if any of the other guys had caught me perving on our new coach. I could not have been more wrong; not one member of the team was paying any attention to me because nearly every one of them was watching Coach JD's every move. I swear that I heard at least four of the boys gasp when John David's cock went from a semi to a full-fledged six-inch-long hard-on. With his eyes closed, he allowed the warm stream from the shower to rinse the soap out of his long hair and off of his back while he wrapped his fingers around his engorged uncut cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.
In front of the audience of fifteen other boys, our new coach was actually masturbating. Of all of the surprises that the past twelve hours had held for me, this one was, by far, the greatest! I suddenly became aware that my cock was bone hard. Right next to me, my new boyfriend was also hard as were the Murray twins. As I looked around the room, one after another of the fourteen other members of the team began to stroke their cocks unabashedly. No one could possibly have choreographed this scene any better. Each boy was stroking his cock with his right hand while playing with his balls and perineum with his left hand. We were all facing the center of the shower room with warm water washing down our backs, and we were watching each other. It was amazing. Even when we accidentally made eye contact with one another, no one self-consciously broke off the connection. As I looked around the room, I realized that I had never been more turned on in my entire young life. This was so fucking hot! Even though, except for the Murray twins, no two cocks looked the same, and they were all different colors, girths, and lengths; we all had at least three things in common. We were all horny boys, masturbating as one, dying to cum. At some point, Gary and Grant, the twins, who were standing side by side had switched off and were stroking each other's five-inch-long cocks. I had a strong suspicion that this was not the first time they had done this.
Before I realized what was happening, Bob had moved to my side. He nudged me and looked over at the Murrays. I knew what he wanted to do, so I nodded my head. My heart started racing even faster than it already was when he took my cock in his hand, and I took his cock in my hand. As we kept on stroking, I knew that this single act had just told the other boys that we were gay. It was one thing to lose your inhibitions and take part in a circle jerk, it was another thing entirely to boldly take another boy's cock into your own hand and to stroke it--this behavior marked you as queer. When I looked over at Coach JD to see if he had reacted to the coupling of the Murray brothers and Bob and me; I was pleased to see that he was smiling. He even gave me a wink.
Now I wanted to see who had the biggest prick in the room. I immediately thought of Jamal, another ninth grader, who was also the only black boy on the team. Just like all of the horny white boys, Jamal was getting into this erotic act. I had always been impressed with his black skin and athletic body. I had noticed that he had kinky pubes and that he filled out the pouch of his Speedo better than anyone else on the team. Now, the mystery was over. Out from his bush of tightly curled black pubic hair protruded the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least eight inches long, and it was also uncircumcised. Damn, he looked outrageously sexy.
I realized that I was being unfaithful to Bob, by perving on the other boys, so I refocused my eyes on him. Holy fuck, was he ever beautiful. He smiled and licked his lips when my blue eyes met his green ones. I thought for a moment that maybe he wanted to kiss me, but I was not ready to do that in front of the entire team. We would find time to kiss when we were alone. My focus on Bob was short lived, however, when I heard JD start moaning. He started shooting rope after rope of cum from his six-inch long Indian stick.
Grant and Gary were the next to go. They both laughed out loud while they ejaculated, filling the air with their sperm and fulfilling one of my fantasies. Watching these three horny boys fire their cannons, definitely set off a chain reaction as one after another of our Speedo-loving team began to moan and to shoot their loads coating the shower floor with their salty boy cream. When I felt my balls draw up, I looked down at Bob's balls, and saw that his sack had become tight too. I stroked his penis harder and faster and fought the urge to kiss his wet lips. Bob also stroked my boy-sized cock more firmly and quickly until we both reached our orgasms together and, in spite of the fact that we had cum numerous times in the past twelve hours, began to shoot rope after rope from our boycocks.
At this point all but one of the sixteen cocks in the shower room had fired its schlong juice onto the shower floor. Jamal had not yet released his venom from his long black snake. With all of our eyes upon him, Jamal closed their eyes, clinched his black butt cheeks, increased the speed of his pumping, and began to fire seemingly endless ropes of white chocolate cum into the misty air. When he was done, the guys actually applauded while Jamal walked around the white-tiled room giving high fives to every white hand which was waiting to connect with his strong black hand in the air. I had never felt closer to a group of guys than I did to the sixteen boys in that shower room at that moment in time. It was truly surreal, and I did not want the sexual high to ever reach its end.
Shortly after Jamal returned to the place where he had fired his awe-inspiring load, Coach JD spoke, "Listen guys, even though what just happened here was fantastic, it has to be our secret. If anyone finds out what we did here today, we will never be allowed to do it again, and another member from the varsity team will be assigned to be your coach." After he turned off his shower head and exited the room, the rest of the team followed him out. Coach JD did not even bother to wrap his towel around himself as he walked around the entire locker room with his soft hairless cock and balls swaying between his muscular legs, praising each boy specifically. When Coach JD got to me, he said softly so no one else could hear, "Let me know when your next campout is going to be." Then, he added in a normal speaking voice, "Matt, the technique you used with your arms in your free style stroke was nearly perfect. Good job!" It was all I could do to keep my young cock from growing hard again while he stood right next to me completely naked praising my technique.
Since he had set the tone, it seemed that all of the boys sat on the benches in the nude much longer than they ever had before discussing the practice and our upcoming meet. It was just like being at a naturist summer retreat! Men and boys of all ages hung out together naked from sun up to sundown.
Bob and I began to discuss what we were going to do with the rest of our Saturday. I had to go straight home after practice to do some chores and to read another chapter of Tom Sawyer. Bob was going to have to clean out the tent and take it down. Then, he had to practice the piano and give his dog a bath. Next, we began to plan how, when, and where we could find some time to be alone together. Since we both had siblings, it was tough to find a way to have some privacy without drawing attention to the fact we were spending a lot of time behind locked doors.
We finally decided that we would meet at his house after church Sunday and go for a walk in the woods. Hopefully, we would be able to find a private spot to take our clothes off and have some hot boy-on-boy sex. Finally, we put on some soft dry shorts, t-shirts, and flip flops and exited the swim team's locker room. This had definitely been a day of surprises that we would never ever forget.