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Speedo: Part 11
"How does Shake Shack sound?" Speedo asked with his right hand on my brown leg just below my crotch.
We had both changed out of our Speedos before we left the pool. Both of us were wearing the same clothes we had changed into after sex at my house Thursday. Speedo was wearing my black jock strap, a small pair of black running shorts, and a tight white tank top that showed off his nipples. I was wearing a tight black tank top with a small pair of white running shorts. If I have to say so myself, we both looked hot as fuck and very gay.
"You know a lot of my friends from my high school hang out there," I said.
"So, are you tough enough to see them after outing yourself?" Speedo asked, grabbing my left hand in his.
"You know," I said smiling at the beautiful boy sitting next to me, "my granddad always says, `In for a penny, in for a pound'."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Speedo said with his blue eyes smiling.
"I was not afraid to out myself on Snap Chat, and I'm not afraid to out myself in public."
"Jamal, I am so proud of you bro," he said seriously. "I feel the same way. I was born this way."
"I guess I was too," I replied. "Meeting you opened my eyes."
"Barrack Obama once said, `When all Americans are treated as equal, no matter who they are or whom they love, we are all more free'."
"He is one of my heroes," I replied. "We are the same racially except for the fact that his mother is white and his father is black."
"I'll bet a biracial guy like you could relate to Obama," he said sincerely, "on a very personal level."
"Absolutely," I replied, "plus, the guy is sexy."
"I never thought you were into daddy's," he said.
"Who knows, bro," I replied. "You have opened up my mind to see things I did not know about me."
"I think I've open up more than your mind," he said.
"That's true," I replied laughing . "My hole will never be the same."
"You have to admit it. Your hole loved every moment of it," he said.
"It hurt so good," I replied laughing. "Hey, that reminds me. You need to keep your promise."
"What promise is that?"
"You said that you'd either have to kill me or fuck me in the ass if you ever told me your name."
"I forgot about that," he replied. "I guess it's time we moved our relationship to te next level."
"I thought knowing each other's names should have come before making love," I said.
"That's true for most couples," he said. "However, sharing my first name with others feels more intimate than having sex."
"Damn, how bad is it?" I asked.
"Remember, both of my parents are artists," he said.
"So what did they name you?" I asked. "Michelangelo or Rembrandt?"
"You're close!" he said. "I'm named after a famous French Impressionist who is my mother's favorite artist."
"Monet?" I asked.
"So, do you know his first name?" he asked.
"Vincent?" I guessed.
"That's van Gogh's first name," he said. "Monet's first name is Claude."
"I like it!" I replied. "It's totally unique just like you. Can I call you Claude?"
"Only when we're alone together," he replied.
"Speaking of being alone together, Claude," I said. "Are we ready to be exclusive?" I asked.
"Jamal," he replied. "That's a really big step. If it's okay with you, I'd like to take things slowly and see how they develop. Plus, it I think you have some living to do before you settle down with me."
"What do you mean by `living to do,'" I asked.
"I know at least two other boys out there who want to fuck that tight almond-colored ass of yours," he said.
"Come on Claude," I said. "That's not true."
"Of course it is," he replied. "You have to trust me. My gaydar is very accurate."
"Who are you talking about?"
"First, there's Dante," he said. "That boy's got it bad for you."
"You know, I talked to him last night," I said.
"That's good," he replied. "Aren't you curious about what it would be like to have sex with him?" he asked.
"Yea," I said. "I guess so."
"It would be pretty hot," he said. "I saw the way he looks at you."
"Who's the other guy?" I asked.
"Javi," he replied. "When you dropped me off at the pool last night to meet up with him, all he wanted to talk about was you."
"No fucking way," I said. I had kissed these three boys yesterday, and all three wanted more. This sounded pretty interesting.
"I told you he was into you," Speedo said.
"So, what did he say?"I asked.
"The bottom line was that he wanted to know if it would be cool with me if he asked you out," he said. "He wanted to make sure we weren't a couple."
"What did you tell him," I asked.
"I told him to go for it," he replied.
"You did?" I said incredulously. "But, what about us?"
"Jamal, I like you a lot," he said, "and I want to spend time with you, but I also want to spend time with other guys."
"You do?"
"Noon and I jumped into a relationship too fast. We both needed time to enjoy not being tied down."
"Is that why you broke up?"
"Yea," he said. "It was sort of a mutual thing. We're still friends."
"Would you like to get together with him again?"
"To tell you the truth. I have missed feeling him inside of me. Don't forget, we were a couple until a month ago. "
"I get you," I replied. "Damn, that's honest."
"I will always be honest with you," he said.
"So, how do we act once we're at Shake Shack together?" I asked.
"How did you act with Erica when you first asked her out?"
"I held her hand or put my arm around her and gave her a lot of attention. "
"Do the same with me or any other guy you go out with," he said.
"Okay. I get it," I said. "So, which one of us is Erica in this situation?"
"Now that's a great question," he said. "Some might say I am more of a pretty boy than you are since you are more masculine and handsome. So, that would make me the Erica," he said.
"I like that," I replied, thinking that he was totally right. This boy with the blue eyes and curly blonde hair was the perfect mix of pretty and handsome, feminine and masculine, all in one.
"However," he said, "since I fucked your sexy black ass, that makes me the alpha. So, that makes you the Erica. Besides, your sexy cornrows, smooth chest, and nearly hairless legs make you look as pretty as Noon."
"Okay, so I'm the bitch," I said laughing.
"You said it. Not me," he replied.
"I'm cool with that, but there is a major difference between me and Noon," I said, grabbing my dick and balls through the fabric of my tight white running shorts.
"Three inches longer for sure," he said. "That's what scares me. Getting Noon's four-incher inside of me was almost painless. Your black python is a different story."
"Are you trying to tell me that the fearless, impulsive Speedo--AKA Claude--is admitting he is scared?" I asked.
"I'm not Superman like you," he said.
"So," I asked, grabbing my crotch again, "is this your kryptonite?"
"I guess you could say that," he replied.
At this point we had parked in Shake Shack's parking lot. I was feeling a little nervous, yet I was ready to go for it. Speedo jumped out of the Mustang and opened my door for me, taking me by the hand. This boy was a gentleman. We walked into the restaurant hand in hand. I could feel the eyes on us. This place was a hang out for middle and high school kids. Seeing two straight-looking sexy guys like us holding hands was unexpected.
We got in line to place our order behind a track teammate of mine named Richie.
"What's up Jamal?" he asked. Bumping fists with him, he said, "You must me Speedo."
"How'd you know?" he asked.
"I saw a picture of the two of you on Snap Chat," he replied. "I think it's cool."
"Thanks for the support," I said. "This is pretty new to me."
"Look, man, accepting who you are is what matters," he replied.
"I agree my brother," I replied.
Leaning closer to me, he said, "You've inspired me."
"No way, bro, you're a `mo too?" I asked.
"Yea," he said smiling. "I've got a boyfriend."
"Awesome," I said. "You want to tell me who it is?"
"I'll do more that," he said. "I'll introduce him to you. Come sit with us."
After Richie ordered two shakes, Speedo and l placed our orders. We found him sitting with another friend of mine named Doug in a booth. I was shocked. These guys were two of my closest friends, and I had no idea they were together.
Speaking softly, I asked, "How long have you been together?"
"Ever since we shared a room at the track meet in Orlando," Doug said.
"It's been hard keeping it a secret," Richie said.
"We're not as brave as you are," Doug said.
"I hate to say this," I said, "but you two guys might have just outed yourselves by sitting with us."
"I realize that you don't know me yet," Speedo said, "but I want you to know that I went through what you're about to go through last year at my high school."
"How was it?" Richie asked.
"Our friends were shocked at first, then they got used to it," Speedo said.
"Did you get made fun of?" Doug asked.
"Yea, a lot," he replied. "We even lost a few friends who were afraid that other people would think they were gay if they hung out with us."
"How'd you get through it?" Richie asked.
"By being ourselves and being kind to everyone, including the guys who called us names," Speedo said.
"Dude," Doug said, "that takes balls."
"And they're smooth and suckable too," I said laughing.
"Bro," Richie said, "I never suspected that you're into guys."
"I know bro," I replied. "Meeting Speedo helped me to figure out who I am."
"I always wondered about you and Dante," Doug said. "Did you guys ever mess around?"
"Dante would kill me if I said anything," I said.
"I get it. His secret is safe with us," Richie said.
We finished eating and made plans to get together with Richie and Doug.
We walked out with our arms around each other. It felt right. When we reached the car, Speedo opened my door for me again. He treated me like a prince, and I loved it.