11-16-2025, 10:59 AM
My first time was just after I started high school, when I was fourteen.
I grew up and lived my whole life so far in the same house. We live north of Chicago, almost in Wisconsin, in a small group of towns all named for the little lake they sit around. We're not far from Fox Lake at all, so if you know the area, you know it's pretty much small towns with farms and forests around them and the lakes.
I lived north of the high school, the trailway, and the lake. Most of my friends lived around the same area of course. So we all knew the area real well before we went to the high school. The rich kids lived south of the trailway, between the lake shore to the east and the high school to the west. The poorer kids lived south of the trailway, including the trailer park, on the west side of the high school opposite from the lake and the rich kids. There wasn't much south of the high school except the middle school, old downtown, and a bunch of middle-class houses of kids I only knew from middle school up. So it was pretty clear who your friends were by where you lived.
In sixth grade I kind of wondered why I wasn't as hyped up about the girls getting boobs as my friends were. I figured I'd get interested later. The odd thing was that I was ahead of most of my friends as far as puberty went. I had already started getting tall and my voice was sort of cracking, and my privates were really getting different. Tracy was the only friend of mine that was even more advanced than I was, and he even had some pubes he showed me and Mark one sleep-over during the summer before seventh grade.
That night was burned in my head for weeks. Months. I can still remember the moment Tracy pulled down his blue briefs, just low enough to show off the fuzzy hairs above his prick, and just barely showing the root of his prick. It looked fatter than mine for sure. I was jealous of his fuzzy, dark-brown hairs. There weren't many, and they didn't cover much area, but they were more than I or any of our friends had.
I barely had a dozen little hairs poking out around the base of my dick at that time. There were maybe another dozen or so on my sack. But they were pubes, and I was really proud of them. So I showed them to Tracy and Mark.
That was the most I did until that day in September just after high school started.
We played a lot of soccer. We loved it. Some guys like baseball or basketball or football, but Tracy, Mark, and me, and some of the other guys in our class were soccer nuts. We played all the time. I loved soccer with a passion.
Tracy was going nuts for the girls. He had boners almost all the time. So did I, but I wasn't thinking about girls. When we went over to Marks to swim in his pool, I liked seeing them in their swimming trunks with no shirts. And I'd get them talking about girls so that I could see Tracy's boner. He wore dark-blue trunks with short legs, almost like shorts. No underwear. So when he got excited, it made me excited. We never changed in front of each other, taking turns in the bathroom instead. We always took a long time to change, and we knew why, and we didn't say anything.
When seventh grade started, and changing and showering in gym class, I began to know why I wasn't all that excited about the girls tits and butts and bare legs. Seeing other boys in the nude told me why.