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Speedo: Part 1 (high school)
My dad is white and my mom is black, so that makes me an Oreo. I have the green eyes of my father and the thick kinky hair of my mother. I am tall like my dad, and my skin is the color of an almond, a little lighter than my mother. I am too young for tattoos, plus I hate them, but I managed to talk both parents into letting me get my ears pierced in the 7th grade, so I wear diamond studs. I have friends and relatives who are both black and white, so I have the best of both worlds. I am a sophomore at a private high school where my favorite sport is track, but I also like swimming. I just completed the Red Cross Lifesaving course to become a lifeguard. So, I am super excited to be earning money watching kids swim. I love little kids, plus I love the water. So it is a perfect career for me. Recently, I got a job working for Miami Dade County lifeguarding at the pool in Cutler Bay Park.
The job is amazing. Since summer started, I work six days a week, so I am earning my own money for the first time in my life. So far I have used most of it to take out my girlfriend Erica. She is this cute, funny white girl whom I have been dating for six months now. We are both on the track team, so we kind of hit it off. We are basically inseparable now.
I actually lost my virginity to her during Prom. We got a hotel room and made love. I have to confess that I was so excited that I shot my first load about a minute after I entered her. My cock stayed hard, so I kept going until fifteen minutes later, we both had orgasms. We cuddled for a little while. Then, we dressed and went to the dance. It was the best night of my life. Erica and I were even voted sophomore king and queen of Prom. It was totally a surprise.
Since then, though, Erica has not wanted to have sex again. Even though I used a condom Prom night, a few weeks later, she did not have her period which freaked her out. Thankfully, two weeks after that she got her period, so we were both relieved to find out that she was not pregnant.
No matter how much I turn her on, she will not let me anywhere near her vagina even though I have this beautiful uncut mocha colored penis that is the most beautiful part of my body. It hangs 7 inches down when it is soft and is 7 inches long when it's hard, which is nearly all of the time. I am definitely what they call a show-er, not a grow-er. And boy do I love showing it off. I am the envy of every guy on the track team. They've all seen it in the locker room. So has every guy that I have ever had a sleep over with. I guess the black genes won out in the cock department for me. Thank goodness. When I look at those white boys with the teeny weenies, I feel bad for them. It's great to be the king with a big dick; I just wish I had a place to put it. One time Erica and I were making out and things got pretty hot and heavy. So, she decided she would try to give me a blow job. It was terrible. She kept choking and her teeth got in the way. I went home with my balls full of juice and a lot of frustration.
I mean, like most 16 year-olds, I jack off all the time. I wake up with morning wood and stroke one off right in the bed before I even get up. Then, as soon as I get home from school, I beat my meat again. Naturally, before I go to sleep at night, I wrestle with the black python so I can sleep better. It seems like my big cock rules my life.
I like Erica a lot though, and I'm a hopeful kind of guy. I know that sex with her is in my future. I just have to play my cards right and be real patient.
At this point I'll bet you are wondering why I posted a story in the gay high school section of Nifty. Trust me, it is the last thing I thought I would ever do.
It all started on a Monday morning. This was the day my life changed forever.
The two lifeguards, who are scheduled for the first shift, have to arrive 30 minutes before the pool opens so that we can set the chairs out, clean the pool, and tidy up the change areas. Since I live less than a mile from the pool, I normally jog to work in a swimsuit and running shoes. I was minding my own business straightening the chairs on the pool deck when HE walked in. My boss told me that we had a new lifeguard starting Monday, but I hadn't given it much thought to tell you the truth.
Well, it turns out, he wasn't just some lifeguard. He was amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I promise you. Never before in my life have I given a guy more than a quick glance. Here was this white boy with a golden tan and shaggy blonde hair. It looked like there were actual sparkles coming out of his blue eyes. He walked up carrying a bottle of sunscreen and wearing flip-flops and a red speedo with the word lifeguard printed on it--nothing else. All of the lifeguards wear red swimsuits. It's our uniform. It's just that he was the only one I've ever seen in a Speedo. And boy did he fill it up. I could clearly see the outline of his cock. It was pointing toward his left hip. His swimsuit fit him so tightly that I could even tell he was circumcised. Before he could figure out that this black boy was perving on him, I had to make myself look away. It was the most awkward moment of my life.
To make matters worse, he was amazingly upbeat and friendly--the most instantly likable person I've ever met. "Hey, I'm the new lifeguard. Everyone calls me Speedo," he said extending his fist for a bump.
"I can see why," I said before I realized how wierd that sounded. "I can see sky," I said trying to cover up my first mistake. "You know," I stammered, "in your eyes."
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "Are you flirting with me?" His smile was the kind you give someone you think is a little crazy.
"No. Look. Let's start over, okay? I swear I'm never like this," I said, not bothering to hide my embarrassment. "My name is Jamal. It's nice to meet you."
"Speedo," he said finishing the sentence. "I know it's weird, but it's the only name I've answered to since I was about five years old."
This time he shook my hand. I swear I could feel blood pulse in my dick just by shaking his hand. This was insane. I pulled my hand away like I had been shocked.
"Are you okay Jamal?" he asked. Again he looked at me like there was something seriously wrong with me.
"Yeah. Hand cramp," I stammered while massaging my right hand with my left. " So, Speedo is a really unique name."
"Yeah, the first time I ever put on a Speedo I was a little kid and I loved it. I've never worn another swimsuit since. It doesn't matter if it's me and the guys going to the beach and they're all wearing board shorts, I wear a Speedo. If I'm invited to a birthday party where all the guys are wearing regular swimsuits, I wear a Speedo. My friends used to make fun of me for it. I didn't care. I guess it's who I am. I hope you're cool with it," he said looking down at his red brief.
Before I could stop myself, my eyes followed his, and I definitely liked what I saw. The guy was the definition of sexy. At least this time I recovered quickly. I looked him in the eyes and said, "To tell you the truth. I kinda like it. It says something about who you are. You don't care what other people think about you, and you're bold. Plus, you're not breaking any rules. The uniform for the lifeguards here is a red swimsuit. I don't think it says anywhere if it has to be shorts or a Speedo," I replied.
"Cool, so show me the ropes," he said. "This is my first job ever, and I am so excited."
Even though the way his swimsuit showed off his plumb cock and balls was somewhat obscene, I loved his enthusiasm.
"If you'll finish neatly arranging the lounge chairs and tables, I will tackle the dressing rooms. They can be pretty gross," I said.
"No way, Jamal," Speedo replied. "You don't have to give me the easy job while you take the hard one. Let's just do it together. Besides, I hate doing anything by myself."
"Sounds good to me," I replied. "Has anyone ever told you that your positive attitude is inspiring?"
"Thanks Jamal," he said. "Has anyone ever told you that you've got the whitest teeth, the greatest smile, and the best tan ever?"
"Are you flirting with me Speedo?" I asked as my face turned red.
"Maybe, but facts are facts," he said confidently.
"One of your facts is not a fact," I said pulling up the edge of my swimsuit. "See, I have no tan lines. I am this color everywhere."
"My bad," he said smiling. "Well, it's a great color anyhow. I wish my skin was naturally brown like yours. I am so white, without a tan, I glow in the dark." He tugged down the two-inch wide strip of fabric that covered his hip to show me how white he was.
I covered my eyes as if his whiteness was blinding. "Damn bro, you glow."
"I know, right?" he said smiling. "So, what's the drill around here once we open?"
"Since it's a Monday, the number of swimmers will probably be small. So, we will trade off sitting in one of the lifeguard chairs and working the front desk every thirty minutes until the third guard arrives around noon. Then, two of us sit in the lifeguard chairs, and one of us works the desk, switching positions every 30 minutes as well. How does that sound?"
"It sounds like a great plan," Speedo said. "Is it okay to jump into the pool? I love to swim any chance I get."
"No problem," I replied. "In fact, if you want to do some laps, go for it right now until the first customer shows up."
"I'm sorry, Jamal," he said. "I forgot my goggles. Do you have a pair I can borrow?"
"Check under the counter. I think there are a couple of pairs in the lost and found. Help yourself."
Since I was wearing dark sunglasses, I could watch his every move without him knowing it. I just couldn't stop myself. He had this self-avowed straight boy under his spell. So, I climbed into the lifeguard chair and pretended to be checking the time. In reality I was watching the way his ass muscles flexed and relaxed as he walked to the counter. His body truly was a work of art. I deduced that he was around 5'10" tall and weighed no more than 145 pounds. There was not an ounce of fat on him. He was all chiseled muscle. I knew if anyone else knew what I was thinking, they would have called me gay or something worse. While I could not begin to understand what had come over me, I was helpless to do anything about it. All I could was to pray that I could keep the seven-inch monster inside my swimsuit under control. Even though I was not wearing a Speedo, the thin nylon fabric of my swim trunks could not possibly hide a boner. At this point Speedo had found a pair of goggles and was about to dive in to swim some laps.
"Let me know when I need to get out," he shouted. With that he executed a well-coordinated shallow dive and began to swim free style with amazing force. The only problem was that his Speedo had slipped completely off. So, I blew my whistle.
"I'm sorry Speedo, but nude swimming is not allowed here," I shouted.
"My bad," he said as he climbed the nearest ladder. His tan lines were clearly visible, and he was right. His ass cheeks were so white they glowed in the sun. Once he was out of the pool, he confidently walked over to the deep end of the pool to dive in to retrieve his lost swim brief. I was surprised to see that there was not a hair anywhere on his body. Everything was smooth. He didn't even have pubes. I had never seen a sixteen year old as hairless as Speedo was. Then, there was his cock. The cold water had definitely not caused it to shrink. While it was not as long as my seven-incher, it had to be a good five inches long soft.
Before he caught me staring at his perfect, naked body, I turned my head. Once he retrieved his lost swimsuit, he surfaced and said, "I guess I forgot to tie the draw string. I'm so forgetful sometimes." He climbed out of the pool wearing the swimsuit around his neck and walked over to where I was sitting in the lifeguard chair which was at least four feet higher that the pool deck.
"Are you sure that you forgot to tie your suit or did you just want me to see..." I asked smiling down at him.
"This?" he said waving his cock at me. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of them."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Come on, Jamal," he said. "You are gay, aren't you?" He stepped into his swimsuit, pulled it up, and tied the drawstring.
"Gay? Me?" I replied trying to sound shocked. "I've got a serious girlfriend. Besides, what makes you think that I am into dudes?"
"It's just this vibe I have felt all morning. Besides, it seems like you are kind of into me," he said.
I didn't know how to respond. I definitely was into him, but I wasn't sure that I was ready to admit it. On the other hand, if I told him the truth, maybe he would admit that he was into me too. "Let's just say that you're right. How would you respond?" I asked.
"So, I am right," he said smiling. "I turn you on."
"I never said that," I said somewhat defensively.
"You didn't have to," he replied. "Your boner says it all."
He was right, I was as hard as steel. So, I immediately covered it with my towel.
"Don't worry Jamal. I won't blow your straight-as-an-arrow cover," he said. "Your secret is safe with me."
Before I could respond, a mom with three children entered the pool area.
"I'll take care of them," he said, "so you have time to put that big black python of yours back to sleep."
For the rest of the morning, I was so distracted by Speedo and his accusations that I could hardly focus on watching the pool carefully like a good lifeguard should. Everything he said was true. I was definitely into him and this rocked me to my core. Was I turning gay all of a sudden. Was that even possible? I was sixteen years old for crying out loud. Wouldn't other guys have had this affect on me before now? Besides, I did not want to be gay. I wasn't into wearing makeup or painting my nails. I was a guy, and I liked the things that straight guys--like me--liked. Running track, watching football on TV, and checking out girls. Then again, I could not wait to get diamond earrings. That is so fucking girly. I also liked the looks I got from other guys when I paraded around the locker room naked as the day I was born. I loved showing them how big my dick was. Did other straight guys like doing this as much as I did?
It turned out that the pool was full of families most of the day, so I did not get much of a chance to talk to Speedo. However, I did get a chance to watch him. I could not take my eyes off that body of his and the plump dick that protruded from the front of his red Speedo. It looked to me like it was semi-hard most of the day. Maybe, he was into me too. Every time we switched positions, he dove into the pool to cool off. Each time he emerged from the pool looking like a Greek god. Water dripping from his smooth muscular body, and his curly blonde hair flowing past his shoulders. He did not care what state his Speedo was in when he got out of the pool either. Sometimes one of his ultra-white butt cheeks was half exposed. Other times his dick had repositioned itself and was protruding out over his balls; other times it was pointing straight up; most of the time it was lying over his left hip. It looked like the thing was going to burst out of the thin nylon and spandex material at any moment.
Each time he emerged from the pool, once the sun dried his skin, he had me spray sunscreen on his back and legs. His skin was smooth and flawless. I could not help but notice that he had very little hair growing anywhere in his body, so I asked him, "Do you shave your body or are you naturally this smooth?"
"Before a swim meat, my buddies and I get together and shave each other down. I don't have much hair, but I've got some wear it counts," he said smiling and winking at me again. This guy turned everything into sex, and his furtive winks sent blood surging to my big black dick which stayed embarrassingly plump most of the day.
"Why can't you just do the shave down on your own?" I asked.
"We help each other shave the hair off those hard-to-reach places," he replied.
"No offense, bro, but that sounds pretty gay to me," I replied.
"There's that word again," he replied walking away.
He was impressive. Nothing I said seem to fluster him. He was also extremely friendly, welcoming each new guest, fist bumping the children, and winking at me every time our paths crossed. He was attentive, and gently but firmly enforced the rules to assure that everyone was safe. He was filled with boundless energy, picking up after guests, straightening the chairs, helping the young children learn how to dive, and checking in new guests.
Late in the morning as I sprayed sun screen on his back again, I could not help but notice that his Speedo had ridden up his crack and both of his shiny round muscular butt cheeks were exposed. "Bro, you need to pull your swimsuit down in the back, your ass is hanging out," I said.
"Yea, when you wear a swimsuit as small as this, these kinds of things happen all of the time," he said. "Besides I thought I'd let you get another glimpse at my sexy butt cheeks. Do you like what you see?" Before I could answer, he walked away pulling the swimsuit up even higher in the back until his entire ass was exposed. He didn't give a shit if the whole world saw his butt. And he was right, I liked what I saw. I had to wrap my towel around my waist to keep the world from seeing my big black dick that was hard again. This boy was driving me crazy, and he was doing it on purpose.
At noon, Javi, the third lifeguard joined us. While I had never noticed him in a gay sort of way, I had recognized how handsome he is. He had this straight brown hair that was cut perfectly and always parted and combed to the right. Managing this kinky black hair that my mom had given me was the bane of my existence. I liked it long, but it was constantly getting tangles in it that took forever to comb out, so I started wearing it in these thick braided cornrows. I always had four braided ponytails hanging down in the back which reached my shoulders. It was my look, but it wasn't easy to keep it looking neat. Every couple of weeks, I had to take the braids out, comb through it, wash it, condition it, then sit for hours while my mom or the barber rebraided it. I mean it looked cool, but I secretly longed for straight hair like Javi's.
Javi was Cuban and was naturally brown like me. He was fit and thin. He wore a longed sleeve rash guard that he rarely took off. I had seen his bare chest only a few times. His brown nipples were the size of quarters and his chest was hairless. His legs, on the other hand, were long and pretty hairy. Girls seemed to like him, but he did not have a steady girlfriend like me. In short, he was a sexy Cuban boy, and he was nice as hell.
While the Javi and Speedo were manning the lifeguard chairs, baking in the sun, I manned the front desk and took a break. Erica surprised me and brought me lunch--my favorite chicken and plantains from Pollo Tropical. I gave her a big kiss and thanked her with a hug. She could tell that my dick was semi-hard, and she commented, "Wow Jamal, it looks like someone is glad to see me."
"You know that both me and little Jamal," I said looking down at my dick, "are always glad to see you."
"You are so modest," she said smiling, "you and I both know that little Jamal is not little at all."
"By the way, there's something I need to talk to you about. Little Jamal has been asking to spend some quality time with Little Erica. He misses her," I said using my sexiest voice.
"Jamal, is sex the only thing you ever think about?" she asked.
"Yes, Erica, it is. I'm a sixteen-year-old boy," I replied.
"So, is the only reason you are dating me is to have sex?" she asked.
"No babe. I like hanging out with you, but, you have to admit, the sex we had on Prom night was like magic," I said.
"But, I freaked out for weeks, thinking I was pregnant," she said.
"I know, but we were careful," I reminded her. "Don't you think that we need to take our relationship to the next level. I'm tired of making out and going home horny as hell."
"Jamal, we are not on the same page. I like you a lot, but not enough to go to the next level like you said. I like things the way they are. If that is not good enough for you, maybe we need to take a break," she said.
At that exact moment, smiling happy Speedo started walking over to the desk. Once again my eyes lingered a little too long on his sexy body, and Erica caught it. "Jamal, who is he?" she asked. "I've never seen you look at me that way."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, knowing full well that I was busted.
"Hey bro, are you ready to switch places?" he asked. "It's time."
"Speedo, this is my girlfriend Erica," I said.
"Nice to meet you Erica," he said, giving her his most charming smile.
She took one good look at him and said, "Nice to meet you too." Then, she turned and looked at me, "He can have you." She stormed off before I could say anything.
"Damn, Jamal. She is hot," Speedo said. "But what did she mean by `he can have you'?"
"I guess she picked up on our `vibe,'" I said looking down. "I think it's over between Erica and me."
"Jamal, I am so sorry to hear that," he said giving me a hug. He pulled our bodies so close together that I could feel his Speedo-clad cock and balls against my own. I have to admit it felt good. Tears suddenly filled my eyes. "It's okay man, let it out," he said still holding me in his strong golden arms. I could feel both of our cocks growing harder as we hugged.
Bro," I said looking down between us, "we've both got hard-ons."
"No problem, Jamal. It's normal," he said. "Cold water is the cure." Having said that he took several quick steps and dove into the pool before anyone could see his long dick straining to break free from his tiny swim suit.
I sat down behind the check-in counter, hid my boner from sight, and finished eating my chicken and plantains. This distraction was enough to deflate my over inflated cock. It gave me time to get my shit together too. I was filled with so many conflicting emotions. I was sorry that I had pushed Erica so far that she felt trapped and broke up with me. I really liked her. Then, there was all this confusion caused by what felt like an overwhelming crush on Speedo. Erica was right, never had I ever looked at her or at anyone else in my life for that matter the way I looked at this golden boy. While I did not understand it, the feelings were real.
Moments later, this extremely sexy sixteen-year-old, in the red Speedo lifeguard swimsuit returned to the counter without a hard-on. "Are you okay Jamal?" he asked. "Ready to switch positions now?"
"Yea, I'm cool," I responded. "Thanks for understanding."
"I get it man," he said. "I've had my heart broken too. It sucks. But, I have learned that, if you are open to it, you will find love unexpectedly. It happened to me."
We bumped fists, and I went back to watching the pool along with Javi while Speedo had his break.
We stayed busy the rest of the day which gave me very little time to dwell on Erica. The time past quickly. My sadness was quickly replaced with hope. Maybe Speedo was talking about me when said that he had found love unexpectedly.