11-15-2025, 08:48 PM
I was a lonely kid. I was born in Alabama, but my folks moved to Florida when I was five, just before I started school. I had one friend while I grew up in the sunburn state. He lived around the corner in the sub-division where we lived. It was mostly old folks. Florida. Like we say, no one is from Florida, they retire here. So one friend up until we moved when I was eleven. To Wisconsin. Talk about culture shock! And wintertime! My first winter up there was a frozen hellscape. I was shy anyway, and having moved at eleven, I had a hard time making friends. I didn't really want to make friends. I figured we'd move again anyway.
But, one day in sixth grade, just a few months after we'd moved, I walked around a corner in school and collided with another kid. We both dropped our books and almost lost our balance and fell over each other. It was kind of funny, kind of scary. Thankfully, the guy laughed, and we picked up our books and stuff.
"You're the new kid, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"My name's Joe."
So I had to tell him mine. Steve. I was called Stonk back in Florida, not of my own choosing, for a couple reasons.
Joe was golden-blond with honey highlights, green eyes, just a few freckles, slightly plump but not even close to fat, a little tall, and had the nicest smile. Maybe I was attracted to him right away. Hard to remember. I do remember thinking he seemed really nice.
So we went our own ways. I saw him a couple more times that day, and the next. He was in my class and sat alone. I saw him in the lunchroom sitting with three other guys. They were all normal kids, not athletic or brainy, just somewhere in the average I guess. Some girls sat on the other end of the table. I sat alone, until the next day, when Joe came up to me during class and asked me if I wanted to sit with him and his friends for lunch. I agreed, feeling worried. Like I said, I was shy and all. But I sat with him, Case, Dan, and Phil. They were decent guys. We got along.
Over the next couple of weeks, we all became friends. They had been friends for years, growing up together. Though Phil was new, only going to our school for two years now. They were just average guys, mostly into science and science-fiction stuff. I was a little interested in the that stuff, just not as much. I was more of a fantasy nerd. But our tastes overlapped enough that we could watch the same shows on TV and liked many of the same movies and books. So we were sort of natural friends.
Everything was fine, until between seventh and eighth grades, when I started liking seeing guys naked in the gym showers, and liking the naked pictures of guys on the fledgling internet of the late nineties. Oh, I had a computer. My dad was a graphic designer and I got his old computers when he upgraded. Mom did some taxes and finances for folks around the neighborhood, so she got the older computer I'd had when I got dad's old one.
So, yeah, there I was, thirteen, and looking at naked guys on the internet. Videos were difficult back then, because dial-up internet was so slow and videos were so huge. It took so long to download one video that I'd see dozens and dozens of pics and end up getting off on them before the video was downloaded, so I'd save the video for later, and likely start downloading another one. You kids today have no idea how good you have it in so many ways.
Anyway, yeah. I was figuring out I was a fag. That's another way you kids today have it so good. Back in the nineties, being gay wasn't nearly as 'nothing' as it is now. Back then, you'd lose friends and get picked on for even beings suspected of being gay. Actually admitting it would get you nothing but scorn and ridicule and loneliness. And beat up all the time. It meant you'd be alone, unless you did something risky and dangerous, and then you'd probably get sick with AIDS and die. So I hid it, of course.
I'd seen Phil and Dan in the gym showers in seventh grade. In eighth I watched Phil get pubes and grow down there, and I saw Case naked. Not to mention all the other guys. Yeah, I really enjoyed seeing them all naked, wet, walking around swaying and dangling. Case and Phil were developing, I was somewhere between them, and Dan was still small and smooth. I suspected Joe was the most developed of us, as he was the tallest, broadest, and had acne first. He was also becoming the most attractive of the guys. Aside from the guys I didn't hang out with and wasn't friends with. Joe was hot. Dan was kind of cute, but no puberty yet. He had nice blond hair, nice blue eyes, and a nice face and bod, just smooth and small still. Phil wasn't attractive, not with his black hair and brown eyes and really soft, fat bod. Case was definitely cute. Strawberry-blond hair, blue-gray eyes, just a few freckles, lean but not skinny, nice butt, and plump, red lips. His pubes were so light that they looked invisible. That was really interesting. Plus, well, he was hung nicely. It was never shrunken up and short. The pink tip hung just below his pink sack. Pink nipples, too. Everything pink and cute and... well, you know. Of all four of my friends, I'd seen those three naked, and Case was the hottest. But Joe was the hottest anyway, even though I'd never seen him out of his underwear or swim shorts.