11-16-2025, 10:58 AM
It was when I was just a couple of months from turning sixteen. For over a year I had been having feelings for guys, and being really interested in seeing the guys in the gym showers and in their skimpy gym shorts. Hell, I was interested in guys fully dressed, too.
I had a major crush on Jeremy, who was so cute it almost hurt to look at him. I liked guys with dark hair and fair skin, and Jeremy had both. He was also a bit athletic and in great shape. And in my gym class. I must have beat off thinking about him every day for over a year. But he was a jock and I was a nerd, so we didn't even talk to each other.
I wasn't very picky, but I was horny as hell. I would have messed around with anyone who tried to. Band dorks were all supposed to be gay, but it seemed like I was the only one. I even brought up the topic sometimes, but no one seemed interested in talking about it, let alone were actually gay. I guess they had to hide it too.
Some of my friends were the dark-haired type I liked so much, but I had no idea how to figure out if any of them were gay or anything. I was starting to think I was going to graduate a total virgin.
One day I was hanging out with some friends at Mike's garage - that was all fixed up as a rec room, with a pool table, a big screen and surround sound, a model-building workbench, and other neat stuff - when his friend Tom came over. Tom was in my algebra class and sat at the geek lunch table, and we had talked some, but he was Mike's buddy way more than mine. Today he came over and was wearing a pair of new jogging shorts. They were red with white piping around the leg holes and up the sides, and had very short legs. His mom had probably bought them kind of big, since he was growing a lot lately, like most of us were.
Anyway, Tom had black hair, which I loved, and a pale complexion, which I loved, and black eyes, too. He was on the skinny side of average, and on the short side, too. Thin red lips, nice smile, and almost no acne. Thin black eyebrows arched elegantly over his dark eyes. I'd seen him in the showers last year, and I knew he had pink nipples and no body hair except his pubes. Today I saw he was starting to grow hair under his arms because he was wearing a wife-beater with those baggy red shorts.
He was very Irish, with a last name that was probably straight from Ireland. I'd been paying attention to Tom for months now, but since he was Mike's friend, and I hadn't been good friends with him before, I was afraid of trying to get closer to him and tipping off him and the guy sabout how hot I thought he was. So I didn't talk to him any more than before, or act any different with him than I had for the years we'd known each other. That was hard to do. Tom was very hot now.
So he walked into MIke's garage wearing those baggy red jogging shorts and the bright white wife-beater t-shirt, white socks with two red stripes at the top, and black sneakers. The bright white shirt made his pale skin almost look tanned. His black hair was straight and neat, parted in the middle, and just long enough to be feathered back on both sides and cover his ears.
So the seven of us are sitting in Mike's garage, talking and laughing and having a good time, and I notice that Tom is just so hot. It's hard to keep my eyes off him. It has been for a couple of months or more. I guess I was extra horny that day, because I just couldn't stop looking at him. I had to force myself to look away a lot of times, and I had to be careful so that my boner wasn't showing. It was hell.
A couple of guys went home about six, so we all changed positions and locations, and that was when I saw that Tom's nut is just visible up the baggy leg of his red shorts. It was just sitting there in the shadow of his shorts, pink and wrinkled, and in danger of falling out further. I instantly got hard again. I was the only one directly across from him, so I didn't think the other guys could see it. They didn't say anything or seem to, anyway.
Mike's parents ordered pizza for us, and as we ate, Tom was sitting with the plate on his lap, so his nut was hidden. I had a break from the boner for a while. We played pool again, and messed around, and at one point, Tom was sitting on the old car bench-seat along the wall, and as I eyed my shot on the pool table, I saw his nut was visible again. I figured the other guys were going to notice this time, and I felt sort of bad for him, and I really didn't want to have to be careful about looking, and all that, so I sat down next to him after I missed my shot, and whispered, "Your nut is poking out your shorts leg, dude."
He got so red-faced it was funny. He stood up and said he was going to the bathroom, and left. His butt looked good as he walked out of the garage. When he came back, he was still red-faced, and gave me a little nod and sat down.
James left about eight, and it was starting to get dark, so Mike closed the garage door and turned on the lights. There were four of us now, so we played teams in pool. Mike and Tom on one team, me and David on the other. Pretty soon, Mike and Tom were kicking our asses.