Speedo

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Speedo: Part 2

I could not wait to get to work Tuesday morning. I was both excited and anxious. I was looking forward to spending the day with Speedo at the pool, but I was also still very confused about these strong feelings I had for him when I had never found myself attracted to a guy before.

I also got some mixed messages from him. On the one hand he complimented my smile and the color of my skin; on the other hand he suggested that I was into him without ever making it clear if he was into me or not. Then, there was the fact that he "accidentally" forgot to tie the drawstring on his Speedo, and he shamelessly showed off his entire body to me by climbing out of the pool to go retrieve his swimsuit when he could have just swum down to the deep end to get it without ever getting out the pool. He was super caring when he comforted me after Erica broke up with me, yet he got an erection while hugging me which he said was "normal."

There was one thing that I knew for sure. Nothing had felt "normal" for me ever since Speedo walked into my life. My goal was to get to know him better without coming across as desperate for him to like me as much as I liked him. This was not going to be easy.

I woke up with morning wood, but decided not to masturbate. I would save my juice to shoot later if the opportunity should present itself. I also decided to plan ahead to keep my hard-ons from embarrassing me, so I wore a jock strap under my red lifeguard swimsuit. I felt so self conscious yesterday as I spent most of the day trying to keep others from seeing the tent in my swimsuit. The lining did nothing to conceal my seven-inch-long nearly constant erections. Hopefully the jock would help to hide it.

I put on my running shoes, brushed my teeth, weighed myself, and gave my body a good look in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. I liked what I saw. I was almost six feet tall and weighed exactly 160 pounds. I liked the look of my almond-colored skin and the way my pecs and quarter-sized brown nipples danced when I flexed them. While my hot sexy body was my pride and joy, that I loved showing off, my greatest asset was my green eyes. No one expected a brother to have light eyes.

Checking the clock to make sure I would not be late for work, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a banana to eat. The potassium kept my muscles from cramping up. As I ate it, I imagined what it would be like to suck Speedo's cock. I tried to relax my throat muscles as I shoved the whole banana down my throat. Yesterday I was craving sex with Erica; today I was think about gay sex for the first time ever. I liked the feeling of the banana sliding down my throat and did my best to control my gag reflex. I wondered if today would be the day I would be initiated into boy-on-boy sex for the first time. I didn't even know for sure if Speedo was gay. Maybe he was just one of those fun-loving guys who does not take anything too seriously. I, on the other hand, was a thinker. I took everything seriously.

I drank some water, stretched, and headed out the door. It usually took me around seven minutes to jog to the pool. The morning, like my mood, was cool and bright.

As I was unlocking the gate, Speedo arrived in a Mini-Cooper. The girl who was driving was hot. She had blonde hair and blue eyes like him. I hoped that she was his sister and not his "unexpected love." I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Dawn. She also said, "Speedo can't stop talking about you. He told me everything."

This made me nervous. Did she tell him that I was this closeted, confused gay boy who was into him? "Yea, we hit it off right away," I said.

"I was sorry to hear about your break-up. Maybe the three of us can hang out to take your mind off your broken heart," she said.

"I am down for that. Your brother's positive attitude can make anyone feel better," I said.

"Oh, he's not my brother," she said. "We get that all of the time."

With that she drove off, and Speedo walked over and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the gate. "You know, Jamal, today seems like a great day to have a great day."

"Do you ever had a bad day?" I asked as I gazed into his sparkling blue eyes.

"You bet I do. I have gone through some pretty dark times, but I have learned that the sun always comes out after the storm. I think working with you here at the pool is the medicine that I need."

"I am sorry to hear that life has not been easy for you," I said.

"No worries," he replied. "Like you, I am resilient."

By this time we had started cleaning up the men's bathroom and change area. It was pretty gross, but we worked as a team to clean the toilets, scrub the shower room floor, and pick up the towels and underwear left behind. Speedo found a boys jock, so he took off his red bikini and put the jock on. He was such a show off. Once again I was surprised to see that he no pubic hair. It looked like he was aroused as he stuffed his semi-hard cock and smooth loose sack of balls into the jock. "Do you think I have a future as a model for Bike Athletics?" he asked as he modeled the jock for me by putting his hands around the pouch to show off his package. Then, he spun around, showing off his muscular buns. He even went so far to spread his ass cheeks apart to show off his pink hairless hole.

"I'm not sure you have a future as a model. You seem more like the porn star type to me," I replied.

I wanted him to see my beautiful uncut brown sausage, so I looked for the opportunity. I decided to slip off my swimsuit to show off my Bike jock strap. "I think the scouts for Bike would go for me over you," I said. I fill the pouch out better, plus I don't have any tan lines. I am brown all over." I spun around at this point to let him see how my years of running track had sculpted my buns.

"I will give you that. Your chocolate-covered buns look good," he said as he gave one a squeeze. "Plus they are harder than mine."

"Then there is the fact that without any body hair, you look like a little boy while I look like a man," I said as I boldly pulled the jock off. "Plus these black kinky pubes and big brown sausage make me look way more masculine than you."

"Bro, it is true what they say about black boys," he said giving my cock a tug. "This thing is huge. How much bigger does it get?" he asked.

"This is as big as it gets," I said. "Hard or soft; it stays this big." I spit into my hand and started stroking to get it hard. I moved the loose skin back and forth across the head. I was hard in less than a minute. "See. It is still the same length. What about you?"

"I might get as long as yours when I'm hard. Let's find out." He stepped out of the jock. "You want to help me out?" he asked.

"I've never felt anyone else's hard dick before," I said.

"I think you'll like it," he said.

Once again I spit into my hand. Only this time, I stroked his cock instead of mine. "You have to admit that your hairless body makes you look more like twelve than sixteen," I said making fun of him.

"That might be true, but this monster looks way older than twelve," he said wrapping his hand around mine as I stroked his hard cut cock. "I might even get longer than your fat black sausage," he said.

"Let's make a bet," I said confidently. "The one of us who has the shorter dick has to jack off the one who has the bigger one."

"That sounds good to me," he said. "Plus, the one with the smaller cock can't touch himself for twenty-four hours."

We stopped touching each other and shook hands to seal the deal. Suddenly, someone pushed the door to the men's bathroom open. With little time to spare, we both grabbed our swimsuits and rushed into separate toilet stalls.

Since he had less to put on than I did, Speedo was dressed and out the door before I finished putting on my jock and swimsuit. Capturing my long hard black dick inside the pouch of the jock wasn't easy, but I managed to do it.

Then, I went ahead and finished cleaning the bathroom, so no one would expect that anything wrong was going on.

Speedo had wasted no time climbing into the lifeguard stand. So, I worked the desk. As soon as I had a break, I walked over so that we could talk.

"Dude, that was a close one," I said.

"I loved it. That kind of risky shit turns me on," he said.

"Losing our jobs, though, would be a major turn off," I replied.

"So, we have to be more careful," he said.

"I guess the bet is off," I suggested.

"No way, I want my hand job," he said laughing. "Let's just wait around until the pool closes."

"Bro, it's open until 9 tonight."

"So, that's way too long to wait," he said. "What about your house after we get off at 5?"

"That's a no go too," I replied. My older brother, Malik, will be home. He'll find it weird if you and I lock ourselves in my bedroom. How about your house?"

"No. My house is pretty small, and my parents both get home from work at the same time I do."

"Let's just meet here 15 minutes earlier tomorrow morning," I said. "No fair stretching your dick tonight to make it longer than mine."

"It already is dude," he said. "I'll have Dawn drop me off early. You might want to work out those triceps and biceps. A good hand job takes a lot of strength."

After sweating so much throughout the morning, when Javi arrived around noon, I decided to take a shower. So I let Javi and Speedo know where I would be. That turned out to be a big mistake. While I was soaping up and cooling off under the cold spray in the shower room, Speedo switched swimsuits on me. He left me his bikini and took both my swimsuit and jock strap. I had never worn one of these before. I noticed that there was a little cum in it that had oozed out of his cock. I didn't care. Thankfully, our waists were the same size, so his Speedo fit me well. However, I had an immediate problem. Thinking that my cock and balls were nestled where his had been really turned me on, and my cock started plumping up. So, I jumped back into the cold shower until I was shivering and my cock was soft.

When I finally emerged from the men's bathroom wearing a Speedo for the first time, both Javi and Speedo started laughing. I acted like it was no big deal and went back to the front desk to check in guests until it was turn to climb back into a lifeguard stand. When I reached Speedo, I said, "Thanks for the swimsuit. I think it looks much better on me than it ever did on you."

"Come on, Jamal, you have to admit that was funny," he said.

I spoke softly so that only he could hear, "Dude, this thing is really tight and small. I hope nothing pops out of it."

"Seriously, Jamal, it looks great on you, like you've been wearing Speedos your whole life. Swim a couple of laps in it, and you'll never wear one of these again," he said referring to my swimsuit that he was wearing.

"Let me try it out," I said. Then, I walked to the deep end of the pool and checked the draw string. I could not help but notice the looks I was getting. Then, I dove in, swam several laps, executed flip turns, then climbed out at the ladder. Even though I felt very self conscious as the thin nylon material clung to my big dick and balls, I loved the way it felt. It was almost like swimming in the nude. This was the perfect swimsuit for a sixteen-year-old exhibitionist like me. On the other hand, the fear of getting an erection and being unable to conceal it was real.

The next time we changed positions, Speedo checked on me. "So, how do you like wearing a Speedo?" he asked.

"Okay, you may have a convert, I like the way it feels and the looks I am getting. However, if I get a boner, there is no way to hide it."

"All you to have to do is dive in. The cold water is a perfect anecdote for an erection. Trust me; I know. I wore Speedos all through the start of puberty when I had plenty of NARBS to hide."

"What's a NARB?" I asked.

Speedo laughed. "It's a No Apparent Reason Boner," he replied.

At quitting time, I had a new problem. I had run to the pool in the morning wearing only a swimsuit and jock strap. I didn't even carry a towel. How could I possibly run home in a Speedo? When I looked for my new friend, Speedo, to ask for his help, I was shocked to learn that he had already gone home. So, I asked Javi if he would swap swimsuits with me so that I could run home. He only laughed and said, "No way Jose."

So I did it. I ran home in a swim brief through the neighborhood where I knew lots of people. I heard a few whistles, but I only waved and kept running. Thankfully, the anxiety I was battling kept me from getting a hard-on.

The next hurtle was going to be keeping my cool while I was being made fun of by my family. When I walked in the door, only my brother Malik was home. I will never forget his reaction. "Hey girl, did you lose your bikini top?" he asked.

"Does a girl have one of these?" I asked, grabbing my crotch.

"So where did you get that thing?" he asked.

"Swimmers wear them all the time," I said.

"Yea, but they don't run down the street wearing a Speedo," he replied. "Bro, it makes you look gay."

"Maybe I am," I replied.

"I hope Erica doesn't find out," he said laughing.

I didn't say another word, but I learned a valuable lesson. The truth is often harder to believe than a lie.