Although compliant with International Swimming Federation regulations, Temi’s swimsuit stood no chance of coping with his anatomy.

The back was bad enough, stretched taut across his bulging buttocks, his deep cleft having swallowed half the material, but the real problem was at the front.

Men’s competition trunks were brief at best; even on me they were snug, my little penis squashed down into a small bulge. His outsize member seemed on the point of escaping, the material stretched and tented almost to breaking point, and his thick jungle bush of pubic hair emerged from the wide gap between the waistband and his taut, flat abs.

The well-built Nigerian Adonis and the pretty, blonde, golden boy, Temi and I were the high-profile stars of the university swimming squad.

We were also lovers. Low profile. No profile. Secret and discreet, but the passion was bubbling to the surface, our feelings becoming harder and harder to keep hidden.

“Good session.” Temi raised his hand for a high five. “Shall we hit the showers?” I felt him brush my shoulder, the largest hands but the softest touch.

“Mmm, yes.” My eyes met his, and we spoke without words. He hooked a hidden finger into my trunks and pulled me towards the locker rooms. After a quick check that we were alone, I was on my knees and greedily gobbling his giant cock. Damn, I loved the taste of him fresh from the pool. He rose up quickly and eagerly, soon thick and hard and pressing into my throat. He pulled me to my feet, I wriggled out of my little costume and, entwined and reckless, we ran into a shower cubicle together.

This time it was his turn to kneel, and he enveloped everything I had in his beautiful mouth. All 4 inches of my stone-hard penis and both balls too. Temi loved my size as much as I loved his. 'Contrasting and complementary' were the words he used, and they described us to perfection.

I couldn’t hold back, and didn’t want to, my orgasm hard and urgent, explosions of ecstasy in that magical pleasure pit at the root of me. Then, still shaking and pulsing, I dropped to the floor and took him into my throat, his strokes insistent, my windpipe stretched and filled by the enormity of him until, soon, he gripped me, held me, and flooded me.

A quick peek to make sure the coast was clear, and we emerged, nude and giggling, suddenly bashful, shocked – as always – by the intensity of our secret gay lust.

“I’m not done with you, pretty boy. Come back to mine?” When he squeezed my hand, he squeezed my heart.

“Yes please." Already I felt the fever rising again.

Once through the door and in the privacy of Temi’s flat, we were wanton, like two wild animals released from captivity. Soon nude, we embraced and kissed. I could have spent the rest of my life just here in this moment. Our kissing was brazen, shameless, and proud, saying more with our tongues than words ever could.

I felt Temi’s size, his hardness, and mine, much smaller but violently erect. We stumbled through to the bedroom, and, still entwined, our mouths still locked together, Temi pulled me down onto the bed.

As we kissed, he wrapped his legs around my waist. The head of my rock-hard penis rested naturally against his anus. This was unusual… We were both just discovering our gay sexualities together, but so far Temi had very much been the dominant partner, eager to fuck me, especially from behind, my smooth bubble ass bewitching him.

I gave just the slightest push of my tip against his entrance, and he moaned with pleasure. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, trying to read his desire, eager to please him.

“Eat me.”

I never needed a second invitation to feast on my lover’s lush butt, but he would normally be up on all fours. This time he reached down and put two pillows under his bum to raise it up for me. I slid my arms under his thighs. With his legs over my shoulders there was a veritable banquet on offer, and in this wonderfully intimate position, we kept eye contact as I sucked his balls and stroked his monster cock. I was teasing him. I knew he wanted my tongue inside him.

“Do you want me to lick your bum, baby? Do you want me to kiss that pretty hole? Do you want my tongue in your tight virgin ass?”

His replies were simply moans and grunts, but I didn’t keep him waiting long, feverishly devouring his peach while slowly wanking his thick black tool.

He pulled me up to kiss. The head of my throbbing cock rested naturally at his entrance once again, now soaking wet with all my drool.

Temi wrapped his long legs around my waist, and his hands dropped down to my bottom, gently pulling me against him. I broke the kiss.

“Oh, baby, this is new. Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes, Paul.” His voice was low and laden with lust. "I want us joined totally; I want your seed in me; I want us to share our DNA and be in each other’s bloodstreams. Make love to me.”

Thrilled by such a potent confirmation of his adoration, I pushed my engorged bulb against his anus. He naturally tightened, and I whispered, “Open up for me baby, give yourself to me.”

When I gently pushed again, the resistance yielded, and his head went back in a silent scream as I breached his outer ring with an inch, then two, of my pounding hard-on.

“Are you ok?” I kissed him gently, letting him adjust to the new feeling of having another man inside him.

“You feel so big.”

I stifled a giggle. My 4-inch boy bit was rock hard and very pretty, but I’d never been told I was ‘big’ before.

“You’re sooo tight, my beautiful virgin princess; open up and let me fuck you.” These words seemed to inflame Temi’s passion, and he pulled me in with his hands and his legs. My cockhead pushing past his second anal ring and into the sacred cavern beyond. Another roll of the head and another scream, this time aloud. I paused again to let him catch his breath, to let him stretch around my little shaft.

“Oh God, Paul, so full.”

I kissed him deeply and felt his tight ass loosen its grip, felt him relax, felt him accept me, and accept himself as a bottom boy - for today at least.

I knew just the spot that would drive Temi wild. I got to my knees, grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide. In this position, with his hips raised on the pillows, the upward curve of my dick would mean that my bulbous tip would hit his P-spot.

He looked incredibly beautiful spread out on the bed, his taut, toned body flexing as my strokes expertly massaged his secret sexual epicentre.

He was beginning to whimper and moan. How I knew that feeling from the countless times I’d cum like this, a tumultuous, volcanic eruption that builds and builds and builds, inevitable, long, long before its final detonation.

“Oh oh ooh fuck, oh oh no oh, fuck yes, oh yes, oh fuck.” His eyes were closed as he recited this primal ode to ecstasy, as if in prayer.

I upped the tempo, slamming into him with each thrust, crashing my mushroom head into his P-spot; he started to quiver and shake all over, involuntary spasms accompanying what had become indecipherable grunts, and then suddenly he went quite still, rigid, and stayed like that for 4 or 5 seconds as I continued to pound him. Mouth agape, he looked down at his huge Black penis, and then a violent tremor shook all through him as a thick wad of cum shot out.

He went rigid again for a second or two, and this time an almighty spasm lifted him right off the bed as a fountain jet of creamy semen shot up into his face, accompanied by a wailing howl of rapture.

The beauty of it all was too much for me. My orgasm came suddenly; powerful pumps from my balls, each release in time with the peak of my thrust and the convulsions of his climax.

We collapsed into each other's arms, both breathless, stunned and shocked by the power of our blissful union.

“I love you.”

He was cradling me in his arms, his chest soaked with his juices. “I love you too, baby boy.” He stroked my hair; the words were like a kiss on my heart.

“Let’s do it on Saturday. Everyone will be there, everyone from Uni, all our friends and family. Let’s show them all on Saturday.” I turned to see his reaction to my plea.

He paused for just a second and then: “Yes,” and a kiss. As simple as that, and it was decided.

Saturday, the university swimming finals

‘Bang’

The crack of the starter’s pistol echoed around the arena; a roar went up from the crowd, and all eight of us hit the water together.

After that first noise, you didn’t hear a thing; there was only the movement, the water, the breathing.

At the end of the first 50m, I did a somersault spin, perfectly timed to get a big kick off the side, and turned for the sprint for the finish.

A quick glance each way told me that Temi was just behind me in lane seven and a guy from St Alfred’s was level in lane one.

Movement, power, timing, breath. In the last few strokes I became aware of the roar of the crowd as I reached out for the touchpad.

To my left, Temi seemed in sync, and by the time I turned to my right, the guy in lane one was also finished and looking down the line.

It was going to be close.

It must have been a full minute before the announcement came over the tannoy:

‘Dead heat between lanes four and seven.’

Temi and I had tied.

At the medal presentation we tried to share the top podium. I had to put my arm round his waist to keep my balance. He looked at me.

“Let’s do it now.”

I didn’t speak, just half turned to put my other arm around him too, and we kissed.

At first the arena fell silent with just a few shocked gasps, but then as our kiss became a deep, loving snog – became a statement – ripples of applause started, and then the whole crowd were clapping and cheering, joining us in celebrating our proud gay love.