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Speedo: Part 3 (high school and interracial)
Once I was safely locked behind my bedroom door, I took a good hard look at myself in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked hot as fuck in the Speedo. When I turned to the side, I was amazed at how big my brown sausage and balls looked poking out in the front. I wished that Speedo and I had had the time and a place to hook up. That was one of the problems of being only sixteen, no privacy. I began to imagine what it would feel like for the two of us to hug tightly, cock-to-cock, wearing nothing but Speedos. That would be amazing. Then, I would kiss him so long and hard that his lips would swell up until they were as big as mine. Damn, I liked that boy. What was it about him that had turned me from a guy who craved pussy to a pussy who craved cock. While I wasn't ready to tell anyone about these feelings I was struggling with, there was no way to deny what I was feeling. I could not get him off my mind.
As soon as I took off the little Speedo, my hard cock slapped my stomach, begging me for release. But, I decided to wait until the morning to shoot my load in case I won the longest dick contest. Part of me wanted him to win so I could experience stroking his hard cock and playing with his smooth white balls until he shot his load. The other part of me liked being the king of the big dicks. I could not remember the last time I had gone 48 hours without jacking off. This was going to take a ton of will power. I pulled the skin back from the head of my cock which was covered in precum. I wiped it off and licked it up. It tasted salty, and I liked it. I could not wait to have a mouth full of it.
Then, the doubts began to creep in. Maybe Speedo liked messing around with guys, swapping hand jobs, but nothing else. Maybe Dawn was his "unexpected love." I had not had the nerve to ask him about his relationship with her. I thought it would make me look pathetic, like I wanted him to be free so that we could be boyfriends. Yet, that was exactly what I wanted. I had to devise a plan. I would see how things went in the morning at the pool to see if he was into me as much as I was into him. Then, I would ask him to come to my house for a sleep over. That would give us the whole night to mess around. No one would expect anything as long as we didn't moan too loudly.
As I lay in bed on my back waiting for my hard-on to subside, I licked my middle finger and got it real wet. Then, I pulled my knees toward my chest until my brown asshole was exposed. Next, I gently moved my wet finger in circles around my hole. Without thinking, I let a soft moan escape from my mouth. It felt good, but I hoped that Malik didn't hear me. I could not endure any more teasing. I wet my finger even more and worked it inside my hole up the the first knuckle. I started easing the finger in and out of my hole until I got the whole finger inside me. More precum started oozing from my cock. So I wiped it off and hungrily licked it off my finger. Next, I decided to find out what two fingers would feel like. So, I coated them in saliva, relaxed and stretched my hole little by little until both fingers were inside of me. I starting finger fucking myself, and I saw fireworks. I found this magical spot that gave me a wonderful feeling of pleasure, so I continued to massage it with the fingers of my left hand while I started masturbating with my right hand. At this point I knew there was no way that I was going to wait until morning to cum. Within minutes I began to fire rope after rope of boy juice. It covered my chest and belly. Then, while it was still warm, I scooped it up and licked it off my fingers until I had swallowed every drop. I liked the taboo nature of eating my own cum. It seemed like a super gay thing to do, but I didn't care.
I woke up before my alarm went off Wednesday morning. I was so excited to get naked with Speedo and to touch him. My heart was beating so hard that I could take my pulse without touching an artery. I had slept naked and woke up with a rock hard uncut dick begging for attention, but I didn't touch it. I put the red Speedo on with some super sexy jogging shorts over it. Once my tennis shoes were tied, I ate some yogurt, did a little stretching, and ran the mike between my house and the pool.
As soon as I entered the gate, I took off the skimpy running shorts I was wearing and, wearing the Speedo and nothing else, began to perform all of the tasks that were required before guests arrived. I wanted to finish everything early so that Speedo and I would have more time to spend together. It felt good to clean the restrooms and straighten the chairs in the bikini swimsuit without feeling self conscious since there was no one there to look at me. I got so used to wearing the Speedo that I actually forget I was wearing it. I began the slow task of vacuuming the pool when I heard a car pull up.
I exited the pool gate in time to see Speedo give Dawn a kiss. What was his relationship with her?
He walked toward me smiling as she drove off. "Hey Jamal, looking good," he said, giving my cock a squeeze through the thin fabric. "You're here early." He was wearing a Speedo with the word "lifeguard" printed on it just like the one he had given me when he took my swimsuit. He was also carrying my swimsuit. "Here you go," he said handing the swimsuit to me, "I think this belongs to you."
I locked the gate to the pool so that no one could barge in on us. "Thanks a lot," I said. "Do you want this thing back?" I asked referring to the tiny Speedo I was wearing. "It probably won't fit you now since my big brown cobra has stretched it out."
"No worries, bro, you can keep it. Besides I don't need it. I've got this one which is just like yours," he said grabbing his cock and balls through the thin material. "Anyhow, I'm happy that you like it," he said. "However, you have no proof that you have stretched out the front pouch more than I did."
`As soon as I finish vacuuming the pool, we can determine who has got the biggest dick," I said.
"What would you like me to do?" Speedo asked.
"A hand job would be nice," I said.
"You have to win the bet first," he said. Then, without any hesitating, he pulled my Speedo down. Next, he moved up close behind me and nestled his Speedo covered cock in my crack while he wrapped his hand around my instantly hard brown cock.
"Nice," I purred. "Dude, you never cease to amaze me."
"Now, it's your turn to amaze me," he said.
So I turned around and tugged his Speedo down to the ground. Like mine, his cock was also hard. So, facing him, I put my boner against his and wrapped my hand around both of them.
"Are you ready to face the truth?" he asked.
"I am," I said unwrapping my hand from around our cocks so that we could compare them. "Promise me you won't cry if you lose?" I teased.
So, we both stared at our erections, brown against white, to learn which one was longer. They were very nearly exactly the same length. However, after a careful analysis, Speedo admitted that mine was exactly 1/4" longer than his. To celebrate my victory I reached behind him, grabbed both of his smooth white ass cheeks, and pulled him so close to me that our very hard cocks were pressed together. Then, our eyes met, and I froze. I wanted to kiss him, but I did not know if he would reciprocate.
"Jamal," he said, "your eyes are the most beautiful shade of green. How is that possible?"
"Are you being racist?" I asked, mocking him.
"I'm so sorry. Honestly, I didn't mean to be. It's just that I've never met a black guy with light eyes before," he said.
"I'm not offended. I was just fucking with you," I admitted. "The reason that I have green eyes is because I'm only half black."
"Which half?" he asked.
"Do you really have to ask? After all, I just won the biggest dick contest. Don't you know by now which half of me is black?"
"Clearly it's your bottom half," he said as he moved in for a kiss. I waited to feel his tongue against my lips before I opened my mouth to let his tongue inside of it. I loved kissing him. While we kissed with force and passion, we both squeezed each other's butt cheeks.
When he finally ended the kiss, I was the first to speak. "Fuck! That was even better than I dreamed it would be."
"So, you've dreamed about this?" he asked.
"Bro, I cannot stop thinking about you, and I cannot explain it. I've never even thought of doing anything like this with a guy until I met you," I admitted.
"So, you've never had sex with a guy before?" he asked.
"No way, have you?" I asked.
"What do you think?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I said. "You have to admit that your obsession with Speedos is pretty gay, and you got hard when you hugged me Monday. On the other hand, you've got a girlfriend."
"Dawn? You think she is my girlfriend?" he asked.
"She takes you to work every day, and you kissed her this morning," I said.
"Let's put it this way. She used to my my girlfriend. Now, she's my best friend. Our relationship is complicated," Speedo said.
"That makes sense. After all she told me that you couldn't stop talking about me," I said. "I'll bet you tell her everything."
"Pretty much," he admitted.
"So does she know about our contest to find out which one of us has the longest dick?" I asked.
"Yea, and she thought I was crazy to make a bet like this with a black guy."
"So, would you be cool with wearing a t-shirt with the words `Jamal is the Big Dick King' printed on it?" I asked.
"Only if you'll wear one that reads, `Kissing Speedo Was Better that I Dreamed'." he said.
"I would be honored," I said. "So, Speedo, are you ready to settle the bet now before it is time to unlock the front gate?"
He asked, "Do you think that we could both fit together on a lounge chair?"
"Let's give it a try," I said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the nearest chair. He got into the chair on his side. Then, I got in so that he could spoon me while he gave me my first hand job ever that wasn't a solo experience. I liked feeling his hard white crack rubbing up an down my brown ass crack while he wrapped his fingers around my hard seven-inch-long uncut cock. He stroked it using a tight grip and lots of saliva as a lubricant.
"I like the way your foreskin feels sliding up and down over the head," he said.
"You have no idea how good this feels," I moaned. "So, Speedo, do you like having another boy's cock in your hand?"
"I like it a lot," he said as he kissed the back of my neck. "Especially a sexy black boy like you."
"So, you like the color of my skin?" I asked.
"You bet I do. I would trade my blue eyes and white skin for brown any day," hecsaud.
"Be careful what you wish for," I moaned. "Brown skin comes with kinky hair."
"Bro, I would just shave it off like I do with the rest of my body hair," he said.
"I'm getting close," I said, feeling my loose brown ball sack begin to draw up. "Ooooh," I moaned loudly.
"Bro, I want you to feel good because twenty-four hours from now I am going to need you to give me a mind-blowing experience."
"I think I can do that," I said."Tell me more about it."
"I was hoping you would pay me back," he said.
"I'd like that bro," I said. "I want to feel your hard white cock in my hand."
"So, you like having sex with a boy?" he asked.
"Especially with a sexy Speedo god like you," I said moaning again. "I'm cuming," I told him right before rope after rope of warm semen shot out of my rigid brown tool.