Strip Poker and Speedos

Part 1
My best friend Bob and I were in junior high school and we were inseparable. We had been friends since the third grade and even chipped in to buy Jackie a birthday present in the fourth grade since we both liked her. We played together every weekend and even camped out at his house when he got a tent for Christmas.

Bob's dad was a doctor, and this was an amazing tent with more than enough room for two energetic seventh grade boys. The night started with us eating snacks and playing cards until I suggested that we play strip poker and Bob agreed. It was a warm Louisiana evening and we played Black Jack. Whoever lost the hand had to remove an article clothing. We each had seven articles on. I lost first and took off my shirt exposing my thin smooth 12 year old chest and my little brown nipples. I lost again and took off my shorts exposing my white Fruit of the Loom tightly whiteys. I was sitting there on the floor of the tent with a small tent of my own still wearing my socks and shoes. I was not at all self conscious and liked it when Bob checked me out my sneaking glances at my undies. Finally, Bob lost a hand and took off a shoe. I called him a chicken and we started wrestling. I was surprised to feel his hard boy cock inside his shorts while we struggled to pin each other down. We got sweaty and Bob finally dominated me by getting me on my back while sitting on my stomach with his hands pinning down my arms. He threatened to let spit fall from his mouth by letting some hang from his mouth before sucking it back in. I was struggling to get free, laughing, and begging him not to drop a loogie on my face. Finally, he let one rope of spit go too far and landed in my open mouth. That was it. While he was shocked, I spit it out and turned the tide to my advantage by pinning him to the floor of the tent while sitting astride his butt. I put my arms down on his back and did my best to keep him from turning over. I was still hard and my four inch long boy cock-- still in my undies--was wedged in his ass crack. He flipped over and we struggled some more while I tried to pull off his t-shirt since he had been to chicken to take it off himself. He finally removed the shirt before I ripped it and said, "Okay, now can we go on with the poker game?" His chest was just like mine except his skin was whiter and his nipples seemed more pink.

Both of us were out of breath and really sweaty, so we got some Gator Aid and kept playing. I lost again and took off my undies. Bob died laughing. He could not believe I would take off my underwear and leave my socks and shoes on. My smooth balls were hanging low because of the heat, but I still had a hard on. Bob laughed and asked me, "Does that thing ever go down?"

I responded, "I don't really know b*o. It's got a mind of its own." I had a winning streak for a while and Bob was barefooted and down to his tight white underwear. It was obvious that his cock was also thinking hard.

I was still in my socks and shoes when Bob said, "Let's make this interesting. The first one to lose all his clothes has to run down to the corner and back naked. The odds were in my favor of winning since I had still had 4 things left to lose--both socks and both tennis shoes--so I took the bet. As luck would have it, Bob went on a winning streak and in no time I was down to one sock. He still had on his underwear and a hard on. In the final hand Bob was dealt a Queen face up and I got a two. Holy shit. After he got his face down card, Bob did not take a hit. Since I was dealt a Jack face down, I decided to take a hit. Lo and behold Bob dealt me a ten. I busted. Bob was cracking up and reminded me that a bet's a bet, so I had to run. I took a look out of the tent and the street was quiet. It was nearly midnight. I begged him to be a sport and run with me. I even offered a new bet. The first one back to the tent had to take the next dare. So there we were--two twelve years olds running for the stop sign under the street lights--one very white blonde-haired boy wearing underwear and one with brown hair and tanned skin wearing nothing at all--my white ass glowing in the dark. We raced like our lives depended on it. Just after we both ran around the stop sign, with me in the lead, a car came down the street with its lights shining on us. We ran even faster with our hearts beating in our throats when the driver rolled down his window. It was a high school-aged boy who yelled, "Look at the little fag with the teenie weenie!" I looked down and realized he was right. Funny thing fear. It had ruined my erection. When I was soft, my cock was two inches long at best. I was humiliated and ran straight for the cover of the tent. I got their first, panting and sweating, feeling like a fool.

Bob, on the other hand was laughing like crazy. "I am sure glad I wasn't naked. That guy in that car is John David, and he lives just down the block. Dude, you are so busted. If even made fun of your dick, Matt."

"He's not the first one to make fun of me man. Last week after PE when we were undressing for showers, Joey laughed and said, 'You got a little dick, b*o.' Hey, compared to him, I am small."

"Dude, compared to most guys, you are small," Bob said.

"Look, Bob," I shot back. "We are both the same size man. If I'm small, then so are you b*o." I immediately went for his Fruit if the Looms and pulled them down knocking Bob onto his sleeping bag.

"What the fuck?" Bob yelled, caught off guard.

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Look, man. Our dicks are almost exactly the same except I already have a few hairs and you're still bald. And, I can also outrun you which reminds me, you owe me a dare."

"You're right man. But first, would you mind giving me my underwear back?"

"No way, Jose. I'm keep these until you do the dare. Who needs underwear, anyhow? It's just us two guys here. I think it feels awesome hanging out like this."

"Whatever, man," Bob responded. "Maybe John David was right; you are a fag."

"Take that back," I demanded tackling Bob. We began to wrestle again. This time, however, we were both naked. "I'm not a fag. You are!"

I pinned him down on his back. In that position my cock landed right on top of his. I pinned his arms down and paused a minute to catch my breath sweat dripping from my forehead landing on him.

It was then that I realized our two inch twelve-year-old cocks had started growing. It felt so good.

"Get off of me," Bob begged. "Dude this is getting weird."

"Who gives a shit if it's weird. It feels pretty awesome right?" I began to rub my hard cock against his.

"This is so gay b*o."

"Do you want to to stop?" I asked.

"What if my mom or dad come out to check on us?" Bob asked.

"Look, b*o, it's after midnight. They are dead asleep." I smiled. His green eyes were so nice.

"Dude we are both hard as rocks. I guess that makes us both..."

"Horny?" I asked.

"No, dude, the word is 'gay.'"

"Maybe you're right dude, but this is fucking amazing right?" I smiled again.

"I have to admit it. It feels so good Matt."

"Are you ready for your dare?" I asked.

"You bet your white ass I'm ready."

"Man, I dare you to kiss me?"

"Are you serious man? Like a guy and a girl, dude?" he asked.

"No, like two guys. Just close your eyes," I replied. I closed mine too and began to move toward his mouth. When our lips touched, I realized how dry my lips were, so I stuck out my tongue to wet them. When I did, he stuck his tongue out too and it felt crazy good. For the next few minutes we were both lost in this amazing moment--tongues inside each other's mouths; four inch cocks oozing all over; hearts beating like tribal drums; and slim, nearly hairless bodies writhing on the vinyl floor of the dark tent. My tanned body contrasted with his fair white one. We were both fit from the past year we had spent in our Speedos on the swim team at the YMCA.

After enjoying the most erotic kiss of our boyhoods, we finally rolled off of one another and lay there in the dark on our backs holding hands. We were both panting as if we had just finished a hard swim practice and were covered in precum, saliva, and sweat.

Once his breathing returned to normal, Bob was the first to speak, "Wow Matt! This is unbelievable, b*o. Who would ever have thought two boys who had a crush on the same girl in the fourth grade would be crushing on each other in the seventh."

I turned on my side to face him. His blonde wavy hair, crooked smile, and swimmer's body combined to create a beautiful boy. "I have to admit, that I never thought you would get into something like this. I realized I liked guys in the sixth grade when I had a crush on Randy Hebert, " I admitted.

"No way! Randy Hebert? Did you ever tell him?"

"I hardly ever spoke to him. I liked him a lot though. He was a really good soccer player, and always looked amazingly neat even after a long hot game."

"So, who do you like now?" Bob asked with his red lips turned up at the corners into a seductive smile.

"I'm not really sure," I laughed. "I've got really low standards though. I guess you'll do."

"What the fuck? I'll do? I guess I am going to have to kick your ass." Once again, the two of us started wrestling again. Our cocks grew hard almost instantly. I felt his against my back when he pinned me on my stomach briefly. Once I broke free and gained the advantage, I felt my cock on top of his hard-on when I managed to straddle him and pin his arms above his head. "Okay I win," I claimed. "So, are you ready for your next dare?"

"You bet I am," Bob responded impulsively, "Just get off of me, okay?"

Once again we were lying side by side. I took Bob's hand and said, "I dare you to touch my dick." I put his hand on my hard boycock.

He wrapped his fingers around it and said, "Awesome, it feels both hard and hot." Using our combined sweat and precum as a lubricant, he started to stroke me.

I closed my eyes and saw rainbows and starlight. It felt so good. No one, but me, had ever touched my hard cock, and I was happy Bob was the first. He stroked hard and fast. Pumping my cock faster and faster like he knew what he was doing. I reached down to feel my balls and realized that they had drawn up into my hairless sack. I knew what this meant. In mere seconds, before I could warn Bob, I starting shooting. Three ropes of cum erupted from my dick landing all over my hard stomach and tanned chest. It was amazing. I heard myself chanting without even thinking of how loud I was: "Oh, fuck, oh fuck!"

It was at that moment that I heard laughing from outside the tent. The next second the entire tent collapsed on top of us. "What the fuck?"
 
Part 2
Even though it was a few days after Christmas, it was an unseasonably warm night in Louisiana. After all the wrestling and playing we had done, we were both covered in cum and sweat. And, to make matters worse, we were both naked. With the nylon of the tent upon us and the pumping of adrenaline through our fearful twelve-year-old veins, it was hard to think straight. How were we supposed to extricate ourselves from the tent and cover up the fact that Bob had just jacked me off. In addition, how would I explain yelling, "Oh fuck, oh fuck," over and over again before hearing the laughter of the practical joker who had just untied the center section of the tent causing it to collapse. This was so confusing and totally humiliating, but we could not remain in the hot suffocating nylons folds of the tent forever. Bob was the first to step outside of the tent into the lazy light of the moon. I followed closely behind him.

Less than ten feet in front of us with his cell phone aimed at us, grinning like the devil, was John David. He was the same guy who had caught me running naked down the street around midnight and who had made fun of the size of my dick. Now, before I could think fast enough to cover my face or my soft two-inch long cock, I realized that he was taking pictures of Bob and me. Why was this handsome, athletic high school boy messing with two seventh grade k**s?

"So, Bob and Tiny, you guys care to explain what you were doing in there?" John David asked.

"Nothing man. Just playing cards and Truth or Dare," Bob said.

"Really?" John David asked. "So, why are you naked?"

"It's kind of hard to explain," I offered.

"Well, you'd better think of an explanation pretty quick, or I am going to send pictures of you two naked fags to every guy and girl I know."

"Look, we're not fags. It is just that it is hot in the tent, and it was just us guys. Nothing happened, I swear," Bob replied on the verge of tears.

"Hold on a minute, Bobby. If what you are saying is true, then why is there cum on Tiny's stomach and why was one of you yelling 'Oh fuck' over and over again?"

I started self-consciously wiping the cum off of my stomach before I realized that I had nothing to use to wipe it off of my hands. So, I started nervously rubbing my hands together. As bad as this situation was and as scared as I was, I could not get over how amazingly sexy this high school asshole was. He had long brown hair which was pulled back in a pony tail, he was shirtless with quarter-sized brown nipples, and all he was wearing was a pair of red basketball shorts and flip flops. The light of the moon revealed that his legs were as smooth as Bob's legs were, and his well-defined chest was hairless as well. Apparently, he had walked over to fuck with us from his house which was just a few doors down from Bob's house.

"Okay," I started, not knowing where I was going. "The whole thing was my idea. I talked Bob into playing strip poker. When you saw me running naked down the street earlier tonight, I had just lost the last hand of strip poker. The reason there is cum on my chest is because I talked Bob into letting me jack him off. It wasn't his idea. You heard Bob yelling." At this point I realized I had been tugging on my cock while I had been nervously yammering on and on. "Look, Bob is straight. He never even touched me. If you want to mess with one of us, mess with me. I guess I deserve it. And, by the way, my name is Matt, not Tiny."

"Look, little b*o, I'll have to admit that for a fag, you've got balls." John David smiled, and he was even more handsome. He had full lips and straight, perfect teeth. Even his thick brown eyebrows were sexy.

I reached down and scratched between my two nuts and said, "Thanks, I guess. Look, John David, I'll do anything to protect Bob. He is my best friend, and I don't want everyone thinking bad about him."

"Did I hear you correctly, Matt? You will do anything? I was hoping you would say that," John David said sneering at me. He reached down and adjusted his cock inside his shorts.

"Yea. I meant it," I replied. I think I had an idea where this was going.

In the meantime, Bob started retying the center section of the tent to the pole and resurrecting the collapsed tent. "Hey, John David, can we talk about this inside the tent, please?" Bob asked. He was afraid all of this talking was going to wake up his mom and dad.

"I guess that's cool. I don't want the whole world to see me talking to two naked seventh graders in the middle of the night anyhow. I saw him adjust his crotch again while he talked. It looked like he was getting hard.

Once we were all inside the tent, Bob turned on the lantern. Looking into John David's blue eyes, I said, "Look man, I think I know what you want."

John David licked his lips and grabbed his cock a third time. "Matt, I think I've got something here that you want. Am I right? You want to get me off, don't you?"

Before I could stop myself, I realized I was nodding my head. "Look, I'll do it if you promise one thing. You won't send any of the pictures you took of Bob to anyone. Do we have a deal." I reached out my hand to shake his.

"Okay, Tiny, I mean Matt, you have my word that I'll delete the pics of Bob. He is safe," John David replied shaking my hand. I could feel a surge of electricity flow from him to me, and my cock started to grow.

"Awesome," Bob said. "Thanks man." At this point Bob was sitting down on his sleeping bag Indian style. He had not bothered to put any clothes on. I guess since I was still naked, he thought that ÿit would not be fair.

"Alright, John David, for me to finish my part of the deal, you are going to have to lose those shorts," I said.

"Damn, you are one eager little fag, aren't you?" John David asked. First he removed the rubber-band from his hair and shook his head removing the ponytail. His wavy hair was somewhat thick and long, falling well past his broad shoulders. I looked at it wondering why his body was hairless for swimming, but the hair on his head was so long. All I knew was I wanted to let my short hair grow to be as long as his. Next, he started tugging down his red shorts.

"Do you want me to remove them for you?" I asked.

"No, it's cool. I can take care of this myself." Once he removed his shorts, I was both surprised and pleased to see that his was wearing a pair of Speedos. They fit his body perfectly. They had one inch sides and had a fish scale design. His hard teenaged cock was pointing to the right toward his hip. It looked like it might break free of the confines of the tiny Speedo at any moment. It was obvious that his years on the high school swim team had resulted in hard quads, flat abs, and biceps the size of peaches. He was perfection.

"Please let me take your Speedos off for you," I begged kneeling down at his tanned feet.

"Suit yourself, fag," he replied with his hands on his hips.

First I lifted the suit off of his right hip to free his veiny cock which was straining the nylon of the suit. When it sprung free, a drop of precum flew off the tip and hit my cheek. As I pulled the tight suit down his muscular legs, I got a good close look at his uncut cock and smooth balls. They are the size of ripe plums. What surprised me, however, was that he was completely smooth. He did not have a single pubic hair or any body hair at all for that matter. I looked up and him and he could sense my confusion.

"Look," he said, "all of the guys on the swim team shave down before a meet. We take it very seriously and shave everything off. Besides my swimsuit is so small, that my pubes show over the waist band if I don't shave them off." I could tell by his brief Speedo tan that he really did like his swimsuits small. Now that he was as naked as Bob and me, he lay down on my sleeping bag on his back with his hands behind his head. His long brown hair was splayed across my pillow, and I could see that even his armpits were smooth. I thought it was funny that Bob and I could not wait to grow hair in the same places that he worked hard to keep smooth. "Go ahead, Matt," John David interrupted my thoughts, "touch it."

I tentatively reached toward his hard shaft, my hand trembling. He had no way of knowing that I had never wrapped my fingers around anyone's cock but my own. I was nervous, but I was also very excited. So excited, in fact, that by little cock had inflated to its full four inches of rock hard meat. I finally did it. My twelve-year-old hand was wrapped around his sixteen-year-old tube of pulsing flesh. I froze.

When I hesitated, John David opened his eyes. He put his hand upon my hand and said, "Matt, your secret is safe with me, but a deal is a deal, and I am really horny. I can tell you are scared, but I can also tell you want to do this. Look at your cock, b*o. I guess I can't call you Tiny anymore. It looks like your dick has doubled in size." He laughed and that put me at ease. In the meantime, Bob had turned off the lantern. The only light in the tent was the moon's rays which were filtered through the mesh panel on the door to the tent.

I started off by playing with the skin on the head of his cock. I had never seen an uncircumcised prick before, and I wanted to figure out how it worked. When I pulled the foreskin back, I could see that his dick was drooling a lot of precum. So, I used it to lubricate his pulsing penis. I started slowly at first to stroke from the base to the tip, each time forcing the loose skin over the head. It felt like steel covered in velvet. I liked everything about it. Most of all, I knew that I wanted to please John David. He reminded me of the drawings of Apollo in my book on Greek myths.

As I began to feel more confident, I began to stroke his cock firmly and quickly. His moans let me know I was really turning him on. I then took my free hand and began to fondle his balls. They felt hot and very sensual in my hands. I could not believe that this handsome swimmer was letting me masturbate him. This was better than my wildest wet dream. He was real, and he was panting, squirming, and whimpering because of the pleasure I was giving him.

Even though my arm was growing tired, I did not slow down. Up and down I pumped and pumped bring him closer and closer to his climax. I could not wait to see his pearly white semen spew into the air and land all over his hard, nicely muscled body. I looked over at Bob, whom I thought had fallen asleep. Boy was I wrong. He had his turgid boy meat in his hand and he was stroking his own cock to the same rhythm I had established on John David's cock. I had forgotten that, in reality, he had not shot a load yet tonight. His eyes were filled with lust as he watched my right hand pumping up and down on John David's dick. I took in every detail with my own blue eyes. I wanted to be able to recall this moment forever especially when I was stroking my own cock when I was all alone.

Suddenly, John David's legs began to flex and he started moving his muscular ass off of the floor of the tent up and down to better fuck my fist. He was close, he was gasping for breath, and he was desperate to cum. His smooth ball sack started to draw up, and he was moaning loudly with his eyes closed. Damn, was he ever sexy.

Whimpers from Bob drew my attention from Apollo. His hard boycock starting shooting into the air--one, two, three spurts landed on his hard belly. It was so hot to see my best friend cum. This was a night I would never forget.

Moments later John David starting flexing his white ass cheeks in and out; taking quick, short breaths; and he began to fill the air with teen boy juice. Rope after rope shot from his six-inch long teencock landing on his hard abs and square pecs. He must have been saving up cum for a week, because he covered himself. The combined smells of sweat, sex, and cum filed the tent.

I continued to tug on John David's beautiful dick until he put his hand on mine indicating that he was too sensitive for me to continue to simulate the head of his cock. "His eyes finally opened and he smiled."That felt so good, Matt. You've got amazing skill, b*o. I needed that so much. There's just one problem man. I'm covered in my cum little man."

"I'm sorry, John David. You're right, you are a ness, but I don't have anything to clean you with."

"Think again, Matt. You've got a tongue and a mouth. Use them both to clean me up, fag. I've been told it tastes better while it's still warm," John David said.

I looked over at Bob. He had wiped up the cum from his stomach with his middle finger. When he was certain I was watching, he licked it off his finger and winked at me. That was the encouragement I needed. I leaned over John David, put my hands on the ground on either size of his chest, and bent toward his hard pecs. Using my tongue and lips, I started with his right nipple and licked his juice off until the nipple grew hard. His cum was still warm, and tasted like a salty cream. What a rush. I had this masculine boy's cum in my mouth, and it was turning me on, so I swallowed. I began to use my lips and tongue together to bathe his pec until it was cum-free. Next, I moved across to his left pec and starting licking up the cum splats from this side of his chest. I became aware that as I bent over his warm body, my cock was rubbing on his left side, leaving the precum that was oozing from my cock-head on this sexy teen's body.

I continued to move across his hairless body from drop to drop licking the cum off of him. As I cleaned him up, like a kitten drinking milk, he began to rub the top of the short brown hair on my head. He was gentle and his sensual smile moved me.

I could not believe how much juice his plum-sized balls had produced. I moved to his ripped abs and licked the white spunk from each ridge. Finally, I pushed my tongue into his belly button and cleaned the batter from it. When I inspected his torso, it was gleaming with my saliva, and it was clean.

I looked at John a David for his approval, and he said, "Awesome, Matt. For a cum-hungry fag, you're pretty cool. Come here little brother. He motioned for me to lie beside him as he turned onto his side. So, I crawled next to him and and rolled over onto my side. He pulled me closer to him and nestled his soft uncut cock into the crack of my ass. Then, he surprised the hell out if me by softly kissing the back of my neck while he reached over me and wrapped his fingers around my cock. His touch was featherlight as he felt my boy-sized dick grow in his hand. Finally, he reached down and cupped my balls in his hand. I was in the moment and fought the urge to try to figure all of this out. I dozed off in John David's arms hoping Bob's parents would not come out in the morning and find two naked boys cuddling in the tent.
 
Part 3

I awoke as the morning light filtered in through the mesh-covered windows of Bob's tent. It took less than a second for the night's events to come tumbling into my brain. It had been both the scariest and most sensual night of my young life. First, my best friend Bob and I admitted that we had a crush on one another, and he had even kissed me and jacked me off. It had been way better than any of my boy-meets-boy fantasies had ever been.

Now, there I was, only twelve years old, in the infancy of puberty, lying next to one of the sexiest boys I had ever seen, and he was sixteen years old. He had the body of a young man while I was still very much a boy. Why had he chosen me? I am sure that nearly very girl and most every boy--both gay and straight--in his high school would relish feeling his warm hard cock in their hands. I am not k**ding when I say he looked like a Greek god.

He was still sound asleep lying uncovered on his back, so I could deliberately absorb every square inch of his amazingly fit body into my overcharged, very gay brain. I started with his head. His wavy long brown hair was neatly splayed on the pillow behind his head. It looked like I imagine a pretty girl's hair looking while she slept. Do not get me wrong; his body was not feminine at all. However, his hair was beautiful and full as were his lips.

Impulsively I bent over him and gently kissed his lips. Then, I remembered that he had gently kissed me on the back of my neck before we both dozed off. He actually liked me enough to kiss me and gently caress my boy-sized cock and my hairless girly-sized balls. On the other hand, he had also threatened to send naked pictures of Bob and me with cum on my belly to all of his friends. He had also called me names like tiny and fag over and over, yet he knew that cum tasted better while it was still warm. I seemed to me that he probably liked boys as much as I did. Why else would he have fallen asleep spooning me.

I could accept that he liked boys as much as I did, but why did he start off acting like such as asshole? Then again, I actually liked it when he called me names; it was just like when that seventh grade boy in P.E. named Joey made fun of my little cock. Even though I wish mine was nice and plump like his was when I was soft, I did not feel humiliated. I liked the attention, especially from hot boys like John David and Joey. Somehow, I was not insecure about my body. Maybe it was because Bob and a lot of other guys on my swim team had cocks my size. I was cool with it, plus I knew I still had some more growing to do? As I thought about Joey, Bob, and John David, who was quietly snoring, I started to get hard.

I decided, however, to ignore my rising rod and finish taking in the beauty of this high school junior. I noticed that he had some stubble on his chin, and that was it. The rest of his face was hairless. His chin looked nice and strong. I let my eyes travel down to his chest. His pecs were well defined from all of those years swimming the breast stroke; they were also totally smooth as was his amazing stomach. As I watched it rise and fall with his breathing, I noticed that at least six separate ab muscles were well defined. He also had a crevice that ran from below his sternum all the way to his navel. It separated the strong muscles on the left from the right.

It did not look like he had much body hair to shave off when he got together with his swim teammates before a big meet. There was not even a hint of a single hair growing back anywhere on his torso. Although, when I looked closely at the place where he should have had a bush of pubic hair, above his sleeping penis, I could see the faintest shadow over the area where the hair would eventually grow back. It looked so cool so see his crotch looking like a hairless young boy's. It made it seem like he was one of us. Then, there was his perfect uncut cock. It was lying to the right and was as big as mine when I was hard even though he was fully soft. I liked the way the foreskin completely covered the head. I debated whether or not I could move the foreskin from the head of his cock without waking him up. I decided against it and continued my journey from his head to his feet.

His ball sack was loose and veiny, and his balls looked like they were as big as the figs my dad grew in our backyard. I recalled from my feast on his warm cum just a few hours before that what his figs produced did not taste anything like real figs. I also particularly liked his tan lines. Even though it was December, It was obvious that he spent a lot of time in the sun wearing only a very small Speedo. Most of his body was tanned brown, but the area covered by his Speedo was as white as cream. I noticed that he was not k**ding about the fact that his pubes would show in the front if he did not keep them trimmed. His tan line neatly bisected the area where he had shaved off his bush. Now, that was hot. I decided that one day, I was going to let my pubes subtly poke out of the front of my Speedo. I thought that would get me some interesting looks from other guys.

When I started to take in his powerful, smooth quadriceps, my revery was interrupted by the sound of Bob's father calling us to wake up. Honestly, I would have pissed all over my still naked body if my cock had not been hard. I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts, unzipped the tent, and stepped out before Bob's dad looked in. I could easily explain why we were sleeping in the nude, especially since the night had been so warm, but I did not know how to explain why his sixteen-year-old neighbor was also naked and sleeping with us. I could not conceive of the lie that would make this seem innocent. Plus, the tent smelled of boys, sweat, and sex. Filled with anxiety, I stepped out of the tent and quickly zipped it back up.

"Good morning Dr. O'Bryan," I said as calmly as possible even though my heart was racing like I had just swum a four hundred-meter free style race.

"How are you Matt? It looks like you slept quite hard." Dr. O'Bryan said with a smile on his face.

I began to wonder if I would ever escape from penis jokes. Turning red, I looked down and smiled. "Yes sir, I always wake up this way." Looking back into his handsome face, I said, "Bob is still asleep. We stayed up pretty late last night. I will wake him up in a few minutes if you would like?"

"That's okay, Matt. I'd like to wake him myself," Dr. O'Bryan replied stepping around me. He looked through one of the windows of the tent and saw Bob sleeping soundly within his sleeping bag. "Good morning, buddy," he said. "You had better get up now and grab a little breakfast so that you and Matt won't be late for swim practice."

"Okay, Dad," Bob replied. "We'll be right in."

"So, Matt, is there anything you want to tell me?" Dr. O'Bryan asked.

I swallowed hard, unsure of what he meant, but I wanted to try to be honest. "Are you talking about the other boy in the tent?"

"Yes I am. Is he a friend or yours or Bob's?"

"Sir, he is your neighbor. His name is John David, " I replied.

"I thought he looked older than the two of you. So, Matt, where are his clothes?"

At this point I started sweating. How could I explain why a high schooler was sleeping naked with the two middle schoolers. I decided it was time for a believable lie. "He's a real nice guy. He stopped by late last night to play cards with us. Afterwards, we were all tired, and the night was warm, so he all slept without any clothes."

"I am glad that Bob's mom or little sister did not come out to wake you boys. That would have been awkward," he smiled.

"Yes sir, I agree. I guess we did not think about that, but it did feel good," I said.

"Boys will be boys! Well, you guys get dressed and come get some breakfast. It will be ready in about twenty minutes."

As soon as Dr. O'Bryan walked away, I jumped back into the tent. "Shit, Bob, your dad scared me."

"Me too. I thought he might jump to some pretty accurate conclusions," Bob said. "The tent smells like sweat and cum."

"Thanks for covering for me, little b*o," John David said. "I like the way you made it all seem innocent."

I noticed that he and Bob were both tugging at their cocks. "Are you guys serious? We just dodged a bullet. You want to run the risk of getting caught with hard ons?" I asked.

"Come on, Matt join us. You only live once, and I hate to waste a good morning woodie," John David said lying on his back with his hands wrapped around his uncut six-incher. His other hand was rubbing bis smooth balls. "Besides I like looking at you two naked," he smiled.

I decided to join them and tugged down my shorts. My cock was instantly hard and pointing at my belly button.

"What would you two queers do if I wasn't here?" John David asked.

Feeling brave I said, "We'd probably kiss."

I took a look at the handsome high school swimmer and he said, "Go for it. I knew you two were into each other all along. Remember I heard the moaning from outside the tent last night. I know what two guys having sex sounds like." He was jacking off and watching us.

I lay down on top of Bob, cock to cock, face to face, and starting licking his lips. He opened his mouth, and we started tongue wrestling while rubbing our hard four-inch-long twelve-year-old cocks together. It was very sensual. There was something about making out with my boyfriend with John David watching us that made the moment all the more erotic.

"Do you boys mind if I make a suggestion?" John David asked. We both stopped writhing for a moment and looked at him. "Do you know what the numbers 69 mean?" We both shook our heads indicating that we did not know. "You put your hard little cocks in each other's mouths and suck each other's cocks at the same time."

I looked and Bob and raised my eyebrows to silently ask if he wanted to try it. Bob nodded his head and smiled. So I maneuvered my cock over his mouth and took his into mine. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began to lick the head, while he kissed the head of mine. It felt so good.

"Let me make one more suggestion girls," John David said. "Cover your teeth with your lips. Nothing ruins a good blow job more than scr****g the other guy's cock with your teeth." He crawled over to where I was licking Bob's penis like a peppermint stick. "Here," he said taking Bob's boycock into his hand. "Let me show you." He put his full lips over his teeth and took Bob's entire cock into his mouth. He began to bob his head up and down on Bob's white prick like an experienced cocksucker. Bob's moaning made it evident that he liked what John David was doing to him. Bob began to imitate John David's method and started sucking my very hard boner with relish. Damn, it felt good.

In the mean time, I wrapped my fingers around the base of Bob's cock while John David moved his head up and down rhythmically over Bob's hard prick. I began to raise and lower my hips over Bob' s face. He was developing some mad blow job skills as he sucked harder and harder on my cock and massaged my tender balls with his hand. In just a few minutes John David's expert cock sucking skills brought Bob to the point of no return, and he began to fire into John David's mouth. His moans were so loud, I began to fear that we might get caught in this crazy cock sucking orgy. I watched handsome John David swallow every drop. I could tell that he liked the taste of bob's cum. Once he finished, he moved his cum coated lips to mine and began kissing me. I liked the feeling of his chin stubble on my chin. His tongue forced my mouth open and I could taste the remnants of Bob's load in his mouth. His passionate kiss and the feelings Bob was creating in my young cock brought me right to the edge. Suddenly, my boy balls drew up into my hairless sack, and I began to fill Bob's mouth with my baby batter. One, two, three volleys erupted from my hard pulsing penis. It felt amazing, and Bob swallowed every drop. He continued to lick the head of my cock until I felt so sensitive that I had to pull my cock from his mouth.

I rolled off of Bob onto my back, my mind in a sexual haze. Instantly, John David maneuvered himself into a sixty-nine position so that his cock was over mouth. It was drooling precum, so I used my hand to move his foreskin back, and I took his red cockhead into my mouth. I was careful to cover my teeth with my lips while John David started fucking my face. His cock filled my mouth and throat. My eyes began to water as I fought to keep my gag reflex under control. I liked the feeling of the hot high school boy's cock in my young virgin mouth as he pumped his muscular ass up and down over my face. He was oozing a steady stream of precum which I swallowed over and over. I wrapped the fingers on one hand around the base of his hairless cock and gently squeezed his smooth fig-sized balls with the other hand. Every time he pulled his cock away from my throat, I breathed in deeply through my nose. I began to enjoy all of the sensations which were flooding into my highly overcharged gay brain. This felt so fucking good. It felt even better when John David began to lick my little cock and balls while I sucked his teen-sized prick. I was surprised to discover that my cock had remained hard even after I shot my load down Bob's throat.

John David, who had been doing push ups over my face while giving my cock a tongue bath, began to fuck my face with more and more ferocity. He was an a****l and his cum began its trip from his balls, which had retracted into his nut-sack which was slapping against my nose, up to the head of his uncut cock. I knew what that meant especially since he was gasping for air. I readied myself for his cum. In less than a second, he started to flood my mouth with rope after rope of warm boy cream. I gulped down his load trying to keep up with each shot of cum. Even though I did my best to swallow it all, I felt some cum oozing out of the side of my mouth. Before I could fully recover from swallowing his large load, John David swallowed my cock and gently squeezed my balls. He rested his spent, softening cock on the side of my face while he created an incredible suction on my boy-meat. It only took three minutes for me to spew my second load of the morning into this hot teen's mouth. Once my orgasm ended, John David maneuvered himself around so that we were lying on our sides facing one another. He moved his mouth to mine, So I opened my mouth completely. I was surprised that he had not swallowed my load yet. He shared it with me and we let it flow from mouth to mouth until it was all gone. Next, he pulled away for a moment and saw his own cum that had dribbled down my chin, so he licked it up. It was still warm.

At this point we were a sweaty mass of hot gay sex. All of us just lay there on the floor of the tent completely satisfied and breathing heavily. No one spoke for still least two minutes. John David was the first to break away when he stood up,and pulled on his shorts.

"What about your Speedo?" I asked.

"I want you to have it," he replied. "I think it will fit you perfectly. It is at least two sizes too small for me."

"I noticed that last night," I said smiling.

"Look, I need to ask you queers a favor," John David said. "Can we keep everything that happened last night and this morning a secret? I could get into a lot of trouble if my boyfriend found out that I was messing around with two pretty boys like you. He would kick my ass. Besides, no one else knows that I'm a fag too."

"Your secret is safe with us as long as no one sees the naked pictures you took of us last night," I said.

"That sounds fair," John David replied. "I'm not promising that I will delete them right away, though. Like I said before, I like looking at the two of you. Would you mind posing for one more picture before I head home? I want one of the two of you hugging cock to cock. Okay?"

"I guess it's cool," Bob said, "as long as you send us both copies." We both stood in the middle of the tent and began to hug tenderly. When I placed my head on Bob's shoulder John David took the picture.

"See you guys later," he said as he unzipped the door and exited the tent leaving us there covered in cum, saliva, and sweat, happier than we had ever been before.
 
Part 4

I hugged him for a full minute after John David left. Our soft cocks gently touching in between our thin bodies felt so nice. I did not want this moment to end, but I knew our time was running out. I looked into his green eyes and smiled. His usually wavy blonde hair was wet with sweat. I kissed him gently on the lips and hugged him with my hands upon his hard ass cheeks.

"Bob, this is all too wild, right?" I asked.

"Yea, just a few hours ago I was worried that what we were doing was so gay that maybe we should stop," Bob said. "Now. I never want to stop." He rubbed the short spiky brown hair on the top of my head and looked deeply into my blue eyes. "I guess being gay is okay?"

"I hope so because it is the only way I know how to be," I replied. "Look, we'd better go eat breakfast before we get caught like this. I do not know how we could explain hugging one another with no clothes on."

"Yea, you're right. Let's run inside and jump into the shower to wash all the cum, sweat, and spit off of our bodies before we have to sit with my parents, my brother, and my sister at the breakfast table," Bob said tugging on a pair of shorts.

I quickly pulled the Speedo on that John David had given me. It fit me perfectly, and it turned me on to know that his hard uncut cock and round athletic ass had been in this small piece of nylon and spandex before me. There was even a large wet spot inside the crotch where his precum had oozed out the night before while he had called me names like tiny, queer, and fag. Even though I had been scared at first, I enjoyed every moment of both his abuse and his tenderness.

Bob noticed the Speedo and said, "Matt, it looks fucking hot on you, but I've got say that the whole thing with John David was wild and weird, right?"

"Yea. He was such an asshole at first, but turned out to be pretty cool. I can't believe he's one of us," I said.

We both ran in through the front door of his house and down the hall to the bathroom before any member of his family had the chance to stop us. I could only imagine what we smelled like after all the ways we had been covered in cum the past few hours.

As soon as we entered the white tiled bathroom, Bob turned on the hot water in the shower, stripped off his shorts, and let the water rinse the evidence of boy-to-boy sex from his body. Likewise, I took off the fish scale Speedo, and got into the shower with him. While he was facing the warm spray, I walked right up behind him and began kissing the back of his neck while I hugged him from behind. I nestled my cock, which was beginning to harden, in the crack of his ass. He moaned softly and let his head fall back onto my shoulder. I reached around to feel his cock and learned that his was growing hard too.

I could not believe that we were both getting hard-ons after all of the times we had cum in the past few hours. I had jacked Bob off just after midnight, and he had masturbated again while watching me jack off John David. Then, he had cum a third time when the high school athlete blew him while Bob sucked my little cock. Likewise I had cum in Bob's mouth and again in John David's mouth in the past hour. Yet, I was hard and ready for more sex already. To be quite honest, I did not know if I had the ability to cum again in such a short time, but I was willing to give it a whirl.

Bob must have been thinking the same thing because, at that moment, he turned around so that the shower was hitting him on the back and hugged me to him. We rubbed our hard four-inch-long, nearly identical cocks together while we kissed passionately. I stepped back until my back was against the wall of the shower. Though we were both wet, the spray of warm water from the shower head was no longer hitting either of us. Hopefully, the noise of the spray hitting the floor was masking any of the sounds we were making. Bob broke apart from me for a moment and picked a bottle of mineral oil off of the tiled shelf in the shower. He squirted it onto my hard cock and warm balls first; then, he squirted it onto his own hard member and balls too. He moved back into the same position he had been in before and began to kiss my swollen lips again.

While our tongues battled, he reached down and began stroking my cock, so I did the same for him. Even though we had to pull apart from one another to make enough room for our hands to masturbate each other, we did not stop kissing and gasping for breath for a moment. Since we had both cum so many times, we had to stroke one another for almost ten minutes before our tender ball sacks began to grow tight. Right before Bob started to shoot, I got onto my knees, took over jacking off my own cock, and took his cock into my mouth. He only shot one tasty load into my mouth which I did not swallow immediately. When I stood back up, Bob imitated me, got onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me like John David had taught him to, and, in less than a minute, I shot one nice-sized salty load into his mouth. Like me, he did not swallow my cum immediately. He stood back up and moved his mouth to mind. Once our lips were connected, we opened our mouths and shared each other's warm boy batter. It was incredibly erotic. We continued to kiss as we backed into the shower again.

Finally, the hot water began to run out, so we quickly shampooed, rinsed our own hair, and soaped up one another's bodies. By the time we finished, the spray from the shower was very cold. It was definitely a good thing, because a cold shower was what we needed to bring our overcharged libidos into check.

Shivering slightly, we stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. We wrapped the towels around our waists, grabbed the Speedo and shorts off of the floor, and dashed down the hall to Bob's bedroom. Once inside, we dropped our towels and quickly got ready for swim practice. I enjoyed watching Bob tuck his hairless cock and balls into the well-worn black team Speedo which had a faded white shark over his right hip. Naturally, I put John David's Speedo back on. My soft cock and balls loved the feeling of the worn nylon fabric as it rubbed against them. I hoped that no one would notice the wet spot that John David had left in the front pouch. Next, we both put on our white team t-shirts with YMCA Sharks screen-printed in black ink on the front. Then, I put on a cap which had Speedo stitched on the front of it. Finally, we both slipped our feet into some flips flops and dashed out of his door for breakfast. We were both feeling anxious because nearly an hour, filled with lots of sex, had elapsed since Bob's dad had called us to breakfast. We were going to have to eat quickly, if we were going to make it to our Saturday morning swim practice on time.

I fought the urge to hold his hand as we walked down the hall to the kitchen. It was just that I felt so close to him after all the ways we had been intimate since midnight. I wanted everyone to know that he was mine and I was his. Yet, I also knew that the world, including our friends and families, may not be ready to embrace our newfound love for one another. This was something that we would have to discuss if our relationship continued to grow.

By the time we got to the table, his family was nearly finished eating. His mom, who was amazingly thoughtful, got up immediately and served us a small portion of scrambled eggs and a biscuit. She knew that, since we were about to undergo two hours of an intense swim practice, it would not be a good idea to jump into the pool having overeaten. Bob's younger brother John, who was an exact replica of Bob except he had brown hair, was the first to speak. "It's about time you two queers finally got to the table. What have you been doing for the past hour?"

"John," his mother scolded, "you know better than to call your brother and Matt, or anyone for that matter, a queer."

I was starting to wonder if John knew something, if he had heard us in the shower, or if he was just being an annoying eleven-year-old. "John," I answered, "we had a lot of fun last night. Maybe you and a friend could go camping with us the next time. Would that be cool?"

"I guess so," he replied. "I just don't know what you guys could find to do without a television, an iPad, or a video game. It sounds boring to me."

"Little brother," Bob said, "you've just got to use your imagination. You'd be surprised how many things Matt and I found to do that we had never done before." Bob smiled and rubbed my leg with his foot under the table.

"Like what kind of things?" John asked.

"We'd really like to tell you, but the Campers Code prevents us from telling any non-camper what happened. You know it's like, 'whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,'" I said rubbing Bob's leg with my foot. We both started laughing.

"Yes, Matt," Bob's father added, "I think that is a good idea. Sometimes the naked truth of a situation is better kept secret. I know that when my buddies and I camped out at your age, we had some experiences that we always kept between us, and we never broke the Campers Code."

I was beginning to believe that Dr. O'Bryan, Bob's dad, understood exactly what had happened in the tent, and he seemed to be cool with it. I knew then and there that he would always be an ally.
 
Part 5

After breakfast we jumped into Dr. O'Bryan's Jaguar with Bob in the front seat and me in the back. Bob started laughing as soon as his dad started the car. "Dad, I cant't believe you called it the 'naked truth'. That was so funny. Of course, now John knows that we camped out naked. I'm sure that freaked him out."

"I'm sorry, guys. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to mess with you two. I still don't understand why John David didn't just go back to his house after you finished playing cards," Dr. O'Bryan replied.

"I know what you mean. We thought it was kind of weird too, but he turned out to be such a nice guy that we both didn't really care," I said.

"I guess he just likes hanging out with younger guys. You know he has a younger brother who is in the sixth grade with John," Bob said.

"That's right," Dr. O'Bryan said. "He and John play video games together sometimes. I think his name is Paul. I remember that the first time he came over I thought he was one of those girls who likes wearing board shorts and tank tops. That long hair and his innocent face made his look kind of feminine, but once I saw the way he was as competitive as John, I realized that he is 100% boy. Plus, he's pretty tough. One time, when I caught him and John wrestling, he pinned John in less than a minute."

I let the video in my mind of John and Paul wrestling play itself over several times. I wondered if they got as hard as Bob and I did whenever we wrestled. Before I had time to give it much more thought, we arrived at the YMCA. Bob and I grabbed our swim bags and dashed for the indoor pool. We had to be ready to go with our goggles around our necks and our feet dangling in the pool by 9:00 a.m. sharp. Coach Pete added another minute to our warm-up swim time for every minute that a member of the team was late. I removed my cap, t-shirt, and flip flops and stuffed all of them into my swim bag in one fluid motion. I also remembered to take my swim buoy out of the bad and to grab a kick board before I joined the other fifteen boys on our twelve-to-f******n year-olds team. Bob and I almost always shared a lane for the entire practice since our times were very similar.

In the lane next to us were the Murray twins, Grant and Gary. One year older than us, they were both amazing athletes and incredibly handsome. They both look like younger versions of Tom Daley, the olympic swimmer from the UK, and they had super hero chins. The two were always together, oftentimes finished each other's sentences, and always wore the black YMCA Sharks team speedos. Even though they were very masculine, they were also very affectionate with each other--giving each other high fives in the pool, slapping each's butts outside the pool, and hugging each other anytime one of them won an event. I have to admit that I had entertained more than a few fantasies which involved the two of them kissing and jacking each other off. I always found male twins to be very erotic and even fantasized about having my own twin who knew exactly what I wanted him to do to me when we had sex together.

At exactly 9:00 a.m. all of our eyes were drawn to the door which led from the coach's office into the indoor swimming area anticipating Coach Pete's entrance in his faded red swim shorts and black coach's t-shirt with the YMCA Shark emblazoned on it. He always got our attention my blowing the whistle he wore around his neck. Instead, we were all surprised to see a high-school aged k** emerge from the office wearing the black team Speedo and nothing else. His body was nearly perfect and his long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I could hardly believe my eyes. It was John David--the same John David whose Speedo I was wearing, the same John David who had taught me how to give Bob a blow job a few hours earlier, and the same John David who had blackmailed me into giving him a hand job last night. I was shocked!

I was also surprised to see that right behind him was a younger version of himself--ponytail, blue eyes, and all. He was also wearing the team's black Speedo, but it looked like it was his first time to ever wear a Speedo since he had a board shorts tan. So, he had that awkward white part on his legs from where the speedos stopped at the top of his thighs down to wear his board shorts would have covered him just above his knees. Dr. O'Bryan was right, If this was Paul, John David's younger brother, he did have a face as pretty as a girl's. Even his eye lashes were long. His body, however, had the definition of a runner without any fat.

It wasn't until he shouted that my attention was drawn away from Paul and back to John David. "Boys, hit the bleachers. We need to have a short team meeting before we get into the pool." The boys quickly and obediently moved to the bleachers eager to hear the news. John David stood on the pool deck facing the bleachers with his hands on his hips. Like Coach Pete, he also had a whistle hanging from his neck. However, unlike Coach Pete, every member of the team could clearly make out the outline of his teen cock and balls in his Speedo; damn he was hot. He started his talk: "My name is JD, and I will be your new swim coach. This handsome k** here is my younger brother, Paul. Since I was offered the job of coaching the team, he decided to give swimming for a team a try. Even though this is his first time to train to swim competitively, he is a strong swimmer, a fast runner, and a good athlete. I hope you'll make him feel welcome." All of the guys clapped their hands and shouted words of welcome.

Coach JD (John David) continued, "I know that you are probably wondering why we both wear our hair long, since swimmers typically seek to reduce drag by removing all the hair from their bodies and keeping the hair on their heads short. Well, the reason we wear our hair this way is because we our one-half Coushatta Indian. Since our grandfather is chief of the tribe here in Louisiana, we spend a great deal of time with him and our grandmother on the reservation. We wear our hair long out of respect for our grandparents and our heritage. Are you guys cool with it?" When he paused, several of the guys assured him that they thought his Native American heritage and long hair were both very cool. "Oh yea, before I forget, no one ever calls my little brother here Paul. We all call him Indian Boy."

The sound of his voice and his awesome presence made my cock swell to its full four inch length inside my swim suit. It pointed toward my belly button and nearly popped out of the top of the swimsuit. Thankfully, Bob seemed to be the only one to notice. I definitely needed the benefit of cold water and its natural shrinking effect to save my pride. I was thankful when he said, "Okay boys, let's start with a fifteen minute warm-up--free style on the odd-numbered laps and breast stroke on the even numbered ones." Half of us lined up in front of the eight lanes of the pool. Once Coach JD yelled, "Ready, set, go!" eight boys, including me and my boner, dove into the pool and swam free-style toward the other end of the 25 meter-long pool. During our flip turns eight more boys dove into the pool to start their first laps. When I passed Bob at the midpoint of our lane, he gave me two thumbs up underwater. I guess he was as excited about our new coach as I was.

It turned out that Coach JD led a great two-hour long practice. He even got into the pool with us during the last 15 minutes of sprints. He tucked his ponytail into a swim cap and showed us how competitive he truly was. He would lead us to believe that we could beat him, but he invariably surged ahead and touched the wall before any of the other boys on the team every time.

After the practice was over, we all headed for the shower room which was located in the swim team locker room. It was basically a tiled square room with five shower heads on three of the walls and a large round drain in the center of the room. There were enough shower heads for all sixteen of us since Gary and Grant, the twins, always shared the same shower head. Bob and I typically chose to the two shower heads right next to the twins. Today, however, Indian Boy took the one Bob normally used, so we took the next two. The warm water felt good on our skin, and we were all pretty quiet as we tried to recover from the grueling practice.

We were all surprised again when Coach JD joined us in the open shower room to rinse off. Coach Pete had never even set foot in the boy's dressing room, and here was our new coach showering with us. He chose to share the shower head Indian boy was using. It was right in between Bob and the Murray twins. Like the rest of the team, he started his shower with his Speedo still on in order to rinse the chlorine off of it. I began to wonder if he would let the entire team see his hairless body or would he keep that a secret. Since most of the eighth and ninth grade boys on the team had at least a small bush of pubic hair above their cocks, they would expect him to have a fairly large bush.

While I was musing about pubic hair and furtively scoping out my teammates to see if any of them were going to take off their jammers and bikinis in front of our new coach, John David boldly pulled his bikini off, poked his head through one of the leg openings and wore it around his neck while he soaped up his chiseled naked body and his beautiful uncut cock. For a full minute every guy on the swim team watched Coach JD's every move and admired his excellent physique before their impulse control reminded them that it was not cool to stare at another guy's nude body. Then, in unison, every boy removed his swimsuit, and the guys wearing bikinis hung them around their necks just like Coach JD had done. I would not have been surprised if, then and there, that every single boy, including the beautiful Murray twins, would have shaved off their pubes if someone had produced a razor. The new coach had made an incredible impression on his new team.

When Coach JD took the bar and soaped his little brother's back, I was surprised again. The two of them seemed to be every bit as close as the Murray twins were. We were all used to watching them wash each other's backs; we just thought it was a twin thing. When Indian Boy started washing John David's back, it seemed that the older brother's cock started to become semi-hard. I realized that I was definitely devoting too much of my attention to John David. I did not want to make my fascination for him obvious to the entire team, so I furtively looked around the shower room to see if any of the other guys had caught me perving on our new coach. I could not have been more wrong; not one member of the team was paying any attention to me because nearly every one of them was watching Coach JD's every move. I swear that I heard at least four of the boys gasp when John David's cock went from a semi to a full fledged six-inch-long hard-on. With his eyes closed, he allowed the warm stream from the shower to rinse the soap out of his long hair and off of his back while he wrapped his fingers around his engorged uncut cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

In front of an audience of sixteen other boys, including his twelve-year-old brother, our new coach was actually masturbating. Of all of the surprises that the past twelve hours had held for me, this one was, by far, the greatest! I suddenly became aware that my cock was bone hard. Right next to me, my new boyfriend was also hard as were the Murray twins and Indian Boy, who was also uncircumcised. (At that point I thought their uncut cocks were probably another facet of their Coushatta heritage.)

I thought that Indian Boy was the first one to join his brother. I could not be sure, however, because as I looked around the room, one after another of the fifteen other members of the team began to stroke their cocks unabashedly. No one could possibly have choreographed this scene any better. Each boy was stroking his cock with his right hand while playing with his balls and perineum with his left hand. We were all facing the center of the shower room with warm water washing down our backs, and we were watching each other. It was amazing. Even when we accidentally made eye contact with one another, no one self-consciously broke off the connection. As I looked around the room, I realized that I had never been more turned on in my entire young life. This was so fucking hot! Even though, except for the Murray twins, no two cocks looked the same, and they were all different colors, girths, and lengths; we all had at least three things in common. We were all horny boys, masturbating as one, dying to cum. At some point, Gary and Grant, the twins, who were standing side by side had switched off and were stroking each other's five-inch-long cocks. I had a strong suspicion that this was not the first time they had done this.

Before I realized what was happening, Bob had moved to my side. He nudged me and looked over at the Murrays. I knew what he wanted to do, so I nodded my head. My heart started racing even faster than it already was when he took my cock in his hand, and I took his cock in my hand. As we kept on stroking, I knew that this single act had just told the other boys that we were gay. It was one thing to lose your inhibitions and take part in a circle jerk, it was another thing entirely to boldly take another boy's cock into your own hand and to stroke it--this behavior marked you as queer. When I looked over at Coach JD, to see if he had reacted to the coupling of the Murray brothers, and Bob and me; I was amazed to see that he and Indian boy were jacking each other off as well. I was also pleasantly surprised, and a little bit jealous, to see that Indian boy's cock was as big as his brother's cock.

Now I wanted to see who had the biggest prick in the room. I immediately thought of Jamal, a ninth grader, who was also the only black boy on the team. Just like all of the horny white boys, Jamal was getting into this erotic act. I had always been impressed with his black skin and athletic body. I had noticed that he had a little hair under his arms and that he filled out the pouch of his Speedo better than anyone else on the team. Now, the mystery was over. Out from his bush of tightly curled black pubic hair protruded the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least eight inches long, and it was also uncircumcised. Damn, he looked outrageously sexy.

I realized that I was being unfaithful to Bob, by perving on the other boys, so I refocused my eyes on him. Holy fuck, was he ever beautiful. He smiled and licked his lips when my blue eyes met his green ones. I thought for a moment that maybe he wanted to kiss me, but I was not ready to do that in front of the entire team. We would find time to kiss when we were alone. My focus on Bob was short lived, however, when I heard John David and Indian Boy start moaning. Simultaneously, the two of them started shooting rope after rope of cum from their six-inch long Indian sticks.

Grant and Gary were the next to go. They both laughed out loud while they ejaculated, filling the air with their sperm and fulfilling one of my fantasies. Watching the first two pairs fire their cannons, definitely set off a chain reaction as one after another of our Speedo-loving team began to moan and to shoot their loads coating the shower floor with their salty boy cream. When I felt my balls draw up, I looked down at Bob's balls, and saw that his sack had become tight too. I stroked his penis harder and faster and fought the urge to kiss his wet lips. Bob also stroked my boy-sized cock more firmly and quickly until we both reached our orgasms together and, in spite of the fact that we had cum numerous times in the past twelve hours, began to shoot rope after rope from our boycocks.

At this point all but one of the s*******n cocks in the shower room had fired its schlong juice onto the shower floor. Jamal had not yet released his venom from his long black snake. With all of our eyes upon him, Jamal closed his dark brown eyes, squeezed his large black ball bag, and began to fire a seemingly endless rope of white chocolate cum into the misty air. When he was done, the guys actually applauded while he walked around the white-tiled room giving high fives to every white hand which was waiting to connect with his strong black hand in the air. I had never felt closer to a group of guys than I did to the s*******n boys in that shower room at that moment in time. It was truly surreal, and I did not want the sexual high to ever reach its end.

Shortly after Jamal returned to the place where he had fired his awe-inspiring load, Coach JD spoke, "Listen guys, even though what just happened here was fantastic, it has to be our secret. If anyone finds out what we did here today, we will never be allowed to do it again, and a new coach will be assigned to the team." After he turned off his shower head and exited the room, the rest of the team followed him out. Coach JD did not even bother to wrap his towel around himself as he walked around the entire locker room with his soft hairless cock and balls swaying between his muscular legs, praising each boy specifically. When Coach JD got to me, he said softly so no one else could hear, "Let me and Indian Boy know when your next campout is going to be." Then, he added in a normal speaking voice, "Matt, the technique you used with your arms in your free style stroke was nearly perfect. Good job!" It was all I could do to keep my young cock from growing hard again while he stood right next to me completely naked praising my technique.

Since he had set the tone, it seemed that all of the boys sat on the benches in the nude much longer than they ever had before discussing the practice and our upcoming meet. It was amazing! Bob and I began to discuss what we were going to do with the rest of our Saturday. I had to go straight home after practice to do some chores and weekend homework. Bob was going to have to clean out the tent and take it down. Then, he had to practice the piano and give his dog a bath. Next, we began to plan how, when, and where we could find some time to be alone together. Since we both had siblings, it was tough to find a way to have some privacy without drawing attention to the fact we were spending a lot of time behind locked doors.

We finally decided that we would meet at his house after church Sunday and go for a walk in the woods. Hopefully, we would be able to find a private spot to take our clothes off and have some hot boy-on-boy sex. Finally, we put on some soft dry shorts, t- shirts, and flip flops and exited the swim team's locker room. This had definitely been a day of surprises that we would never ever forget.