11-15-2025, 09:21 PM
During the summer before high school, I moved to a massive trailer court a couple of miles outside of Lansing, Michigan, where I had grown up. It was just outside town, trees on three sides, and two interstate highways right nearby. There were a bunch of factories and a truckstop, and some small stores, but not much else. The trailer park was so big it had three septic ponds! Man, they stunk something awful in the summer heat! The high school was well down a country road, also just outside of town. We were so out in the middle of nowhere. It sucked.
I'd known I was gay since the showers in seventh grade, just about the time puberty started. My friends were good guys, mostly brains and gaming dorks, and you would think that at least a couple of them were possibly gay - but just as I was about to get the guts to try to find out, I moved.
I can't tell you how lonely I felt in that trailer. We'd lived in a small apartment in the city. The trailer was bigger and nicer, and it felt more free, but very lonely. I spent the rest of the summer hiding inside. I saw a few guys around my age roaming the park, not many. Mostly it was younger kids and adults. I wanted to make friends and such, but I was so tied up in dealing with being gay and hiding that.
On the first day of high school, there were so many hot guys. Especially in the gym showers. Over the first few weeks I made a couple friends, but there was this one... his name was Eric. He was in my Algebra and Physical Sciences classes, and he lived in the trailer park, across the main road, almost next door, kind of.
Damn, was he cute! He was sturdy but lean, with mostly straight strawberry-blond hair, big blue eyes, peach-colored lips, and an adorable smile. His complexion was light with a tan. His face was oval with a narrow chin that was rounded and slightly cleft. He was smart, of course. And he played the same fantasy games I and most of my friends back in the city had. It was like we were meant to become friends. So we did.
He was hot, nice, and lived close by. It was torture becoming friends with him. I was so worried he would figure me out and then stop being friends. But we got along so great.
Yeah, it was love at first sight, and it only became deeper over the following year.
By the end of ninth grade we were best friends and spent most of our time together. I hardly looked at other guys. Well, I did, I just always compared them to Eric, and they always came up short.
Tenth grade was so hard. The feelings for Eric got worse as he only got hotter, and I only got more desperate and more lonely. During tenth grade, a couple guys had been caught making out after a party, so the rumor went. They didn't deny it, and it sort of died down after a couple months. I would have talked to them and asked them if the rumors were true, but they were preppies and rich, so they were my 'betters' and higher up the social ladder, and made it even more difficult.
Some of our friends made fun of them while the rumors were going around, and since more than one of them were guys I suspected might be gay, I sort of gave up on anyone I knew being like me. Or ever liking me in that way.
Another thing that made tenth grade worse than ninth grade was that I now had Eric in my gym class. Wow! His naked body was everything I had imagined. He was lean and fit. Not skinny and bony, no extra weight anywhere, smooth, strong legs, arms, and chest. His ass was kind of flat, but not bad at all, just not as round and moon-perfect as some guys. We both were about the same depth into puberty and development - which was further than most guys our ages. He had had a nice patch of pubes, all light-blond. The hair on top of his head was strawberry-blond, with shades of honey and gold weaving through it.