11-15-2025, 08:06 PM
It started with an accident.
Darren and I were really good friends. Best friends. We had known each other since kindergarten. We both had worn Hulk shirts that first day, and that led to talking about the Hulk, and we just became friends. We both had other friends, too, but we were close. There wasn't a lot of guys our age around. We lived in a really small town in Indiana, called Milton. Nothing there and not much to do.
We took karate together. Played on the little league baseball team together, and made bad movies together in my backyard. My house backed on some woods, so we ran around in there, playing war, or one of us being the bad guy and the other the Hulk, or ninjas, or cops and robbers. We made movies there, too.
We'd done all the usual things boys do, and by twelve, we'd started beating-off. By thirteen, we'd shown each other our parts more than once, especially once they started growing bigger. By fourteen, we'd shown our boners to each other. Weeks ago, we had bragged about how we could shoot now, and even jerked-off in front of each other a couple of times lately.
I was noticing something about myself. Darren and I both were noticing the girls. Thing was, I was also noticing the boys. Including Darren.
We both had our red belts in Karate. That meant that we were doing really well. All the karate practice we'd done together through the years, I sort of started noticing his body in a different way when we were thirteen. His legs were interesting, his arms were interesting, his chest, his face, his smile, his eyes, his hair, and of course, his butt and his parts. I started liking grappling more than kicks and punches. I liked touching and wrestling with him. It made me feel sexual. I got erections. I badly wanted to grab his crotch.
Sometimes I wrestled or practiced karate with other guys. I noticed them, too. I started being sure that I was going to be gay. I wasn't nearly as interested in girls as I was the guys. When I jerked-off, I started thinking about doing stuff with guys. At first, I just did it, not thinking much, just liking doing it. But when I found out I could fantasize about doing stuff with guys, it got better. Way better.
At fourteen, I was thinking about Darren a lot. Especially when I masturbated.
The last time we had done something sexual had been weeks ago. I was always trying to lead things that way, but being really careful about it. It didn't always work. But just after school was out for the summer, we'd seen a couple doing it in the park as we walked home one night. We sneaked up and watched from behind bushes. It was really exciting! When they finished, we sneaked away and giggled all the way to my place. He was staying over. We went to my room, and ended up talking about what we had seen, and before long, we were beating-off on the bed next to each other. Not the first time. I loved doing that.
We always kept our pants on, just unzipped and pulled out out dicks and did it. When we started jizzing, we wiped it off with Kleenex and then watched television or listened to music or something.