My Black Neighbor

So I guess I should start by telling you a little about myself. My name is Adam, and I'm a white teen living in the suburbs. I'm what you could call a "late bloomer". I wake up every morning and look at myself in the mirror wondering When will my beard come in? When will my voice drop? Will I every grow pubes, or any body hair for that matter? Will my penis every be bigger than 4 inches? I ask myself all these questions every morning because when I look in the mirror I don't see a young man, I see a little boy. I don't even own a razor for god sake!

But I digress. My father thought it would be a good idea for me to join a swim team at our local community center, especially since I am tall, slim, and mostly hairless. I think however my father was hoping that swimming would **** me to finally go through puberty and become a young man.

I didn't want to start swimming though. I am very self conscious about my lack of body hair and my pale white skin, and now because of my father's stupid idea I have to wear little speedos that expose most of my body. Above all I am self conscious about my lack of any kind of bulge in my speedo. I feel like the speedos just show how small my penis is, but every growing boy must feel that way (I hope).

Anyway, in order for me to practice my swimming more, my dad talked our neighbor, Mr. Smith, into letting me practice swimming in his backyard pool. I've heard Mr. Smith is nice, but I've never really met the man before. I've seen him coming and going in the neighborhood, but that's about it.

School is already over for the day, and today is the first time I am supposed to go over to Mr. Smith's house to practice swimming. My dad said Mr. Smith is cool with me using his pool, and that I should just go straight to the backyard and just hop in the pool. I've got my goggles, some sunscreen, and of course a small black speedo I feel humiliated wearing.