Speedo

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Speedo: Part 4 (high school and interracial)

After I came, Speedo and I put our swim briefs back on. My cock was limp so I let it hang down over my smooth balls in the Speedo. On the other hand, his was still rock hard. I felt so bad for the boy. He was going to have to wait twenty-four hours before he could touch himself. I mean, after all, it was his idea to make the guy with the smaller penis suffer.

"I am blaming my loss of the big dick contest on my parents," Speedo said.

"Are you upset that at least one of them wasn't black so that you could be as long as me," I asked.

"No, I am upset that they are both white and believe in circumcising their boys," he said. "The only reason you beat me is because you have that extra skin on the end of your penis."

"Now you are starting to sound like a sore loser," I said, planting a kiss on his lips.

"Hey, Jamal, would it be cool with you if I kissed you in front of others?" Speedo asked.

"Hell yes," I said, "After all, it is the year of 2022. People need to be tolerant of guys like us."

"So what kind of guys are we?" he asked.

"To tell you the truth," I said, "until I met you, I was totally straight. What about you?"

"I guess you could say I'm the guy who likes to walk right down the middle of the road. I'm not willing to commit one way or the other," Speedo said, kissing me. "So, who is the first person that you're going to tell that you like kissing boys?"

"Part of me wants to tell everybody," I said. "This is all so new. I think I'll tell my brother Malik first."

"I hope you are okay with me telling Dawn everything," he said. "She knows how to keep a secret."

"Yeah, she seems cool," I said.

"Okay, Jamal, what do we have left to do before we unlock the gate?" he asked.

"I got here early so that I could get all the work done and give us as much time together as possible," I said pulling him in close to me so that I could feel our nylon-clad cocks rubbing against each other. I kissed him one last time hard on the lips. Then, I looked him straight in those blue eyes and said, "I really really like you, Speedo."

"I feel you," Speedo said.

"Do you think Javi will sense that the two of us have been messing around?" I asked.

"I guess it all depends on how goofy we are around each other in front of him," he said.

"He seems like a pretty cool guy. I don't think it'll bother him at all if he finds out that the two of us are gay," I said.

"You know," Speedo said, "part of me thinks he might be gay too."

"Yeah," I said, "I have thought the same thing. He never talks about girls, and sometimes I catch him looking at the hot guys in Speedos who come here to swim laps a little longer than he should."

"To tell you the truth, it does not matter to me if Javi is straight or not. I don't really like labels. I don't think of myself as being gay. Right now, I like you. Tomorrow it could be a girl name Rhonda," he said.

"I guess you are right about labels. I'm not really sure how to label myself. However, if a girl named Rhonda comes along and takes you away, I'm going have to kick her ass," I said flexing my bicep.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by. It seemed to me that Speedo was that kind of guy who was 100% in the moment. I, on the other hand, was thinking about tomorrow. I didn't just want to spend time with him in the moment. I wanted to call him my boyfriend. I did not want to feel any shame, yet I knew others would not understand. The bold part of me spoke loudly to the timid part of me, "Do not be afraid to show the world who you are. Do not be ashamed. Be proud that you and Speedo have found one another."

During one of those times when we were trading places I said to him quietly, "Hey, I am curious. What is your real name?"

He replied, "If I tell you, I'm going to have to kill you or fuck you in the ass." Then he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"So, is it that you're don't want me to know your name or is it that you really want to pack my shit?" I asked laughing.

"Both," he replied.

The idea of him fucking me gave me an instant erection. So I took a few steps toward the pool, dove in, and swam until my brown snake went back to sleep. Once I was back in the lifeguard stand, I began to think a lot more about what it meant to be gay. There's a whole dimension to it that seemed amazing to me. Guys want to have sex 24-7 while girls, on the other hand, can play hard to get. Plus, guys can't get pregnant. The only obstacle, to us having sex, that I could see was for us to find a place for some privacy. I began to think that the two of us might be having a lot of sleepovers or meeting early for work on a regular basis. The other thing I thought about was how it will feel to have his great big dick squeeze through my little hole. It seemed that the vagina was designed perfectly for sex. I wasn't quite sure that the asshole was. Finally, I thought about whom I could tell that I had kissed Speedo, that I had won the biggest dick contest, and that we had spooned in a lounge chair while he jacked me off. On the day after Erica and I had sex, I could not wait to tell my brother Malik. I was not, however, feeling confident that Malik would be as excited to hear about his little brother having sex with another boy. I knew, though, that I would tell him the truth. He loved me, and, in time, would accept this part of me, Then, there were my close friends and my track teammates. Would they be cool knowing that I liked a boy? I started to realize that being gay or bi or whatever I was was not going to be easy. I would, however, have to share my truth when the time came.

When Javi arrived, he walked over to the lifeguard stand and said to me, "Hey Jamal, I see you are wearing the Speedo again today just like your boyfriend."

"So, Javi, have you ever worn one?" I asked. "You would not believe how amazing it feels and how many heads I turn when I walk by."

"I can see why," he said looking at my crotch. "That thing is huge."

"So, you noticed," I said, giving him a wink.

"It's hard not to notice," he said, adjusting himself.

At this point, the last guest had left the pool which was unusual for the middle of the day, so I climbed down from the lifeguard stand. Javi and I joined Speedo in the shade. "So, Javi, would you wear a Speedo too and make it the official lifeguard uniform of Cutler Bay?" Speedo asked.

"Then we would have the United Nations of Speedos: Africa, Sweden, and Cuba," he said referring to me, Speedo, and himself.

"Hey, just because I have blonde hair and blue eyes, doesn't mean that I'm Swedish," Speedo said.

"So, what are you?" Javi asked.

"I am from the land of H and H," he said, hooking his Speedo below his hairless balls. "Hung and horny."

"More like high and hairless," I said.

"Okay, I'll give you hairless," he said rubbing above his cock where his pubes used to be. "But where did `high' come from? I don't drink or do drugs. In fact, I've never been drunk or high." He put his nice cut cock back inside his tiny swimsuit; it made my mouth water.

"Bro," I said smiling. "I don't know anyone who gets higher on life than you do."

"I'd have to agree with that," Javi said. "It's seems like you are always in a good mood."

"Damn, you guys are nice," Speedo said. "So, Jamal, what land are you from?"

"Definitely B and B," I said.

"Well, I'm guessing that it is not blue-eyed blonde," Javi said.

"No, I'm thinking it's bye and bye," Speedo said, patting me on my bikini bottom.

"What's that supposed to mean," I asked, immediately regretting it.

"You know: bi-racial and bi-sexual," Speedo said. "Bi and bi."

"So, Jamal, is there something you want to tell me," Javi asked.

"Busted," I said, looking down. "Javi, not only am I in love with Erica, I'm also in love with you. Are you cool with that?"

"It depends," he said grabbing his crotch through his red swim trunks, "Have you ever smoked a Cuban cigar?"

"No, but there's a first time for everything," I said giving him a wink.

"So, bi squared," Speedo asked. "What is the land of B and B?"

Now it was my turn to be an exhibitionist. I slipped my Speedo down and hooked it under my big beautiful smooth black balls, "I am black and beautiful, and I come from the land of Beefy Boners." Next, I slid the foreskin up and down, exposing the head of my cock.

"Bro, you had better put that that away before you poke someone's eye out," Javi said laughing. To be honest my hot Cuban friend seemed to like looking at it.

"So, Javi, it's time for you to show and tell," Speedo said.

"Guys, I'm not pulling this thing out," he said grabbing himself," unless I get a bro job?"

"So, Speedo, are you up to it?" I asked.

"Javi, if you blow me first, I promise I'll return the favor," Speedo said. I could see his cock grow inside of his swim brief.

"Sorry guys," I said, "we've got a family waiting at the front desk. I'll check them in."

Just when things started getting interesting, we had to go back to work. Both guys climbed into the lifeguard stands. I manned the desk for the next half hour, and my head was spinning. Was Javi going to agree to lick Speedo's popsicle? Was Speedo really willing to puff on Javi's magic dragon or was he just messing with him? If the guys did give each other a slobber jobber, would I feel jealous?

When it was time to switch places, after Speedo dove into the pool from his seat, I climbed up and took his place. When he climbed out of the pool, I enjoyed watching the water drop off his sexy butt. What I didn't like was watching Javi flirt with him. He put his hand on Speedo's shoulder and showed of his dazzling smile. The two talked and laughed. Speedo even had Javi spray the sunscreen on his back. It made me wonder if they had made an agreement to bob up and down on each other's dicks. While the mental image of these two hot studs having sex was erotic, I didn't like the idea of Speedo with another guy. My crush on him was immense like a fire that was out on control.

I would have to make my move. I waited about fifteen minutes before I dove in and swam across the pool to where Speedo was sitting. "Hey, I was wondering if you would like to hang out at my place after we get off work and have dinner with my family?"

"That sounds cool. Are you ready for them to know that you like me?" he asked.

"I think it will be obvious," I said. "My family is super chill. They will be surprised, but they love me no matter what, and they will immediately like you. Everyone does."

"I"m down. I'll let Dawn know that I don't need a ride home," he said.

"Yea, if you want, you can jog to my house with me," I said.

"Sorry bro, I came to work with only one thing: my sunscreen. I don't have my running shoes."

"That's cool. We'll walk to my house together. I only live a mile from here," I said.

When five o'clock finally rolled around, I put my running shoes, shorts, and towel in a bag. Speedo joined me at the front gate, and we left Cutler Bay Park. I was looking forward to getting to know him better. "So, I am super pumped that we get to hang out away from the pool," I said to him as we walked side by side.

He took my hand in his, asking, "Are you okay with this?"

His touch sent an immediate surge of blood to my brown snake. It was like electricity traveled between us. A quick look told me that he could feel the electricity surging from his hand to his cock too. "Yea, I like holding your hand. Have you ever done this before?"

"No. I have been with another guy, but we never held hands in public. He was too shy," he said. "I've always wanted to though."

At first his touch made it hard for me to think straight. It was like my body was only focused on pleasure, making rational thought impossible.

After a minute or two of quiet, I said, "Tell me all about you."

"Well, my motto is `Hard times lead to something great.' What's yours?"

"Hate cannot drive out hate. Only love can do that," I replied.

"I like that one too. Marin Luther King, right?" he asked.

"Yep," I replied, squeezing his hand a little. It made my happy to know that he recognized the quote.

"I am the youngest in my family. I have two older sisters. They treat me like a prince," he said. "Are there more kids in your family other than you and Malik?"

"No, it's just us. We are close. I tell him everything."

"That's awesome. I wish I had a brother," he said.

"Well, you do now," I said, smiling at him.

"Maybe even more than brothers," he said giving my butt a squeeze. "My mom and dad are both artists, and they own an art studio in Wynwood," he said.

"That is so cool. I'd like to see it," I said.

"My mom likes portrait work; my dad does graphic art. In fact, he designed the poster for the Coconut Grove Arts Festival this year."

"I love that art show," I said. "I went this year for the first time. I remember the poster. It had a big smiling sun in the center. Your dad designed it?"

"He sure did. In fact, he told my that I was the inspiration since I am his bright shining son."

"You guys must be close," I said. "Did your parents know about your boyfriend?"

"Yea, once I knew that Noon and I were serious about each other, I told them," he said.

"Noon?"

"Yea, his parents are true nature lovers," he said.

"How did your parents take the news that you were dating a boy?" I asked, thinking about my own parents and how they would react when I told them.

"They were surprised," he said. "I mean they are both artists and have plenty of friends who are are gay, but there had never been any of the red flags that tip a parent off that their son might be attracted to the same sex. It cracked me up when my dad said, `Speedo, I am super proud of you for telling us, but, are you sure?'"

"So did you say something like, `You know, Dad, come to think of it, even though I absolutely love sucking dick and getting fucked in the ass, I'm not at all sure'?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you are funny as fuck?" he said laughing. "What I really said was, `Yea, Dad I am sure, but I reserve the right to switch teams again if the right girl comes along.'"

"Way to walk down the middle of the road," I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Walking along, holding his hand, and talking to Speedo had been so nice that I had not had a moment to feel self-conscious. However, at this point we were close to my predominately black neighborhood where people knew me, and someone honked at us as he drove by. I distinctly heard the word, "Homos," hollered at us. The word brought me back to reality. Imagine this: two sixteen-year-old boys who were very fit from years of track and swimming--one white, one black--semi-hard, wearing Speedos and nothing else, walking through the neighborhood holding hands. How could the image possibly get any gayer? I had seen this same image on Ocean Drive near the gay beach where it was not uncommon. However, I had never seen anything like it in my neighbor. To be honest, I would have stopped and stared if I saw two boys like us holding hands walking down the street. However, I liked holding Speedo's hand, and I wasn't going to let go. When I walked down the street holding Erica's hand, no one judged me. Hopefully, in time, my neighbors will learn to accept the me who likes guys.

I decided to get ahead of the story and tell my truth. So, I asked Speedo if he would be cool with me taking a selfie of the two of us for me to add to my story on Snapchat.

"Go for it," he said. So the two of us stopped walking, put our arms around one another, and took a picture. I added the caption: "So, I am walking home from lifeguarding holding this guy's hand. This is new to me." I showed it to Speedo before I posted it in Snapchat. "Are you okay for this?"

"The question is, `Are you really ready to out yourself?'"

"Fuck yea," I said confidently hitting the arrow to post it. "I know one thing. This is not going to be easy, but I have nothing to hide."

"My friends already know that I have had both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. They were shocked about Noon and me at first, but my closest friends had my back. There are some guys, however, who will stop hanging out with you because they do not want everyone to start thinking that they like boys too. That part really sucks."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I hope I can count on you to help me when things get tough," I said.

"You know I will," he said.

We were nearing my next door neighbor's house. Dante was outside shooting baskets. Even though we had always been close, I knew my first test was about to happen. As we got closer, Dante stopped shooting when he saw us.

"Hey bro," he said, looking from me to Speedo to our hands. He had one of those "what-the-fuck" looks on his face when he said, "Jamal, I never took for you for a homo bro," he said. "What's up?"

"Dante, this is my boy Speedo. Speedo, this is one of my closest friends, Dante," I said introducing them to one another, ignoring the name calling.

Speedo offered Dante his fist for a bump. "How's it goin'?" he asked.

To his credit, Dante returned the fist bump. "So, guys, are you two..."

"...together?" Speedo said, finishing his sentence. "Not yet. We just met Monday, so we don't know where we're headed yet."

"Look, Dante, I know this is a shock. Before Monday, I never looked at a another guy as being anything more than a friend. Then, I met this guy. I can't explain what happened, but I like him, a lot," I said.

"What about you and Erica?" he asked, clearly shocked.

"She broke up with me," I said. "She saw the way I looked at Speedo and ended our relationship on the spot."

"Jamal, this doesn't make any sense. No one just turns gay. How long have you been hiding this?" he asked.

"I swear to you," I said. "It just happened the first time I saw him. I was just as shocked as you are, but I could not deny what I was feeling."

"Look, man. I'm going to need some time," he said.

"I get it," I said. "Don't forget that I'm still Jamal. Only one part of me has changed."

"But it's a big part," he said walking away.