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Speedo: Part 9
"Don't think I am being too corny when I say lying here naked with you seems perfect," I said. "But, I think we ought to get ready for dinner." As I rose from the bed, I realized how much my ass hurt.
"Bro, he said, "I never want to get dressed again. Do we have to?"
"I have to admit," I said, "I've never met anybody who looks better naked than you do." I kissed him long and hard.
"Damn bro," he said. "I hate to admit it, but you look better than I do naked. Especially with this big beautiful brown sausage." He began to kiss my cock from the base to the tip.
"Dinner Jamal!" I heard my mom shout from the dining room.
"Here, put these on," I said, tossing him a black jock strap, a small pair of black running shorts, and a tank top that was so tight that I could see his nipples through it once he put it on.
"Jamal, are these all clothes that you have outgrown?" Speedo asked. "They make me look gay as fuck. They are so small and tight."
"I think you look amazing," I said, hugging him close. "I'm dressed a lot like you." I was wearing a black tank top with a small pair of white running shorts. My clothes were as tight as his were. He was right though. We both looked super gay. "These are the clothes I always wear to exercise in."
"They do not leave a whole lot to the imagination. I can see the outline of your cock in the shorts," he said wrapping his fingers around my dick.
"Dude, don't get me hard. We have to go eat dinner," I said, kissing him gently on the lips.
He finally exited my room and joined my parents in the living room. Malik gave both of us that up and down like like he was judging what we were wearing.
My mom immediately gave Speedo a hug and said, "I didn't know you were here. I'm happy that you are joining us for dinner."
"You are always welcome at our table," my dad said, patting him on the back.
"Malik, why didn't you take your shower honey?" my mom asked him.
"Ask Jamal," he said, obviously annoyed.
"Yeah," I said, "sorry for using up all the hot water."
"Jamal, it's not like you to take such a long shower, especially when you knew that your brother was coming home and that he would need one too," my mother said.
"This is embarrassing," I said. " Let's just put it this way. I wasn't alone in the shower when I used up all the hot water."
"So, Speedo, are you being a bad influence on our son?" my father asked.
"No, sir," Speedo said. " I made sure that Jamal took care of his personal hygiene."
"Hygiene is important," my mom said laughing.
"So, Jamal," Malik said smiling. "Did you learn anything new today?"
"I sure did," I replied. "This white boy is fast. We raced down the block, and he might have beaten me if he had not run into Dante."
"Yeah, I feel real bad about that," Speedo said. " I hit him so hard that I knocked him on his back, and I fell right on top of him. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt."
"Bro," Malik said to me. "I was worried that you might have pulled a muscle. You were walking a little funny when you came to the dinner table."
I knew exactly what Malik was doing. He was messing with me since I had just gotten fucked in the ass by Speedo. Part of me wanted to be 100% honest. The other point of me didn't want to make my parents feel uncomfortable. "You are so right. Speedo has pushed me beyond my limits. It's a wonder I can walk at all."
After dinner Speedo and I shot some baskets in my driveway and enjoyed being together. Then, just before nine o'clock I dropped him off at the Cutler Bay Pool to hang out with Javi after closing time. He kissed me before getting out of the Jeep.
"Don't worry, bro," he said smiling. "Javi has a crush on you, not me."
"Given the chance, would you like to smoke his Cuban cigar?" I asked smiling.
"Nah. I'm not in the mood for Cuban food," he replied.
"Do you want me to pick you up later?" I asked.
"Damn. That's nice of you. But, I'll work it out. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Later bro," I said as I drove away. Before I got home back home, I stopped and texted Dante: "Brother, is this a good time for me to stop by?"
Dante texted back: "It's good. Just don't come through the front door. Sneak in the window to my room like you used to do."
I replied: "No problem." A few minutes later I parked my dad's Jeep in our driveway. Then, I entered Dante's backyard through a side gate. I tapped on the window to his bedroom, and he drew back the curtains. As he opened the window, I could see that he was naked as usual. I have to admit he looked sexy. Once I was inside, I gave him a hug like old times.
"We have to keep it down," he said before I had even said a word.
"Okay," I replied in a whisper. "Why all the secrecy?"
"I don't want anyone out there," he said referring to his family, who were just beyond his bedroom door, "to know that you are here."
"Okay," I replied, trying to figure out what he meant.
"You want to join me," he said, gesturing to his naked body. "Let's hang out like we used to, okay?"
This was not going like I thought it would. But, I went along with his request. Besides, the exhibitionist in my likes showing off my unclothed body.
Once I was naked, the two of us got comfortable with him sitting on the bed and me sitting in the carpeted floor. "So, you said you wanted to talk," I said.
"It feels good to hang out with you like we used to do, right?" he asked.
"Bro, we were like brothers until I started dating Erica," I replied.
"I know Jamal. I didn't like that girl. Plus, you put a ho' before a bro.'"
"That's true man. I'm sorry. You know how it is once a guy meets a girl. She's the only think he can think about," I said.
"It's just that we were close one minute and a mile apart the next," Dante said. "I thought that you and I were more than just friends."
"Wait a minute?" I replied feeling shocked. "You just made fun of Speedo and me for being `homos.'"
"My bad," he said looking down.
"You thought we were like a couple?" I asked.
"Don't act surprised," he said. "Our dicks got hard every time we were together."
"I guess I just thought that's what dicks are supposed to do anytime they are exposed to air," I said laughing.
"Imagine if that happened in the locker room after gym class?" he said. "Don't you think it would be weird if you got a boner every time you changed clothes or took a shower?"
"Yea, I might poke an eye out with this thing," I said waving my now hard seven-incher at him.
"Of fuck, now look at what you went and did," he said waving his hard uncut black cock at me.
"So, what are we supposed to do now," I asked with as much innocence as I could muster up.
"Come here," he gestured patting the bed beside him. I got off the floor and sat right next to him with both our thighs touching. "There is something I've always wanted to do with you."
I could not think straight. At this moment there was no guy named Speedo who had just fucked my tight ass. There was only my old friend Dante who wanted me. "Go for it," I said looking into his dark eyes.
He put both hands behind my head and pulled my face toward his. Seconds later both of our full lips were pressed together and our tongues we fucking each other's mouths. He was the third boy I had kissed in one day. Holy fuck! Years of sexual tension between us was unleashed. It felt right. As we continued to kiss, I pushed him back so that he was lying on his back in his bed, and I was lying on top of him. We both began to rub our very erect penises together, and I saw stars.
"So, is this why you didn't want your family to know I'm here," I asked after pulling away from him to get some air.
"To tell you the truth, I didn't want them to know you are here because the word is out that you are gay," he replied.
"Oh, I get it," I replied. "You don't want them to see us hang out together because they'll think you are gay too? Dude, look at us. It's hard to get much gayer than this."
"I know bro. I know. I'm just not as evolved as you are," he replied. "Give a brother a break. I've kept this secret for sixteen years. I'm not ready to let the whole world know how much I like sausage," he said feeling between us to give mine a squeeze.
"I never saw this coming," I said. "Until Monday I had never let myself consider the fact that being another guy's bitch is hot as fuck." I kissed Dante long and hard again.
"Wait a minute," he said when we stopped to breathe again. "Has that white boy already gone and taken your ass cherry?"
"Yes. Just a few hours ago," I replied. "And Malik walked in on us."
"Fuck! That's both kinky and hilarious," Dante said. "It serves you right for not letting me be your first."
"So, how long have you wanted to move from being best friends to friends with benefits?"
"For a long time brother," he said reaching around to cup my ass cheeks with his hands.
"How long?"
"Since the first time I saw your dick get hard," he replied grinding his still-erect cock against mine.
"Then, why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"Man, I didn't know how to tell you. Plus, I was scared that you would not want anything to do with me once I told you my secret."
"I get it," I replied. "But just think how much fun we could have had together kissing, sucking, and fucking all these years."
"So, did you like getting fucked?" he asked. Now we were lying side by side in his bed holding hands. It felt so natural.
"Once it stopped hurting and I got used to it, it felt great," I replied. "But, to tell you the truth, I'm not ready to open my back door up again right now."
"You better put a lock on that door," he said laughing. "All of the homos are going to try to open it."
"That's not about to happen. I'm not going from being a virgin to a slut that fast. Plus, I have a pretty major crush on Speedo. I hope he doesn't get upset when I tell him what happened between us."
"Hold on bro!" Dante said. "You can't tell anyone about this. I'm not ready Jamal. Promise me you won't say anything."