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Strip Poker and Speedos: 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.
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