11-16-2025, 11:30 AM
I was a pretty normal kid growing up quite a few years ago. Before 2000, let's just say. Well before. Before being gay wasn't such a bad thing. I was kind of a cute kid. Fit and trim, healthy, with sandy-blond hair and deep-brown eyes. Nothing special, but not bad at all. I was mostly a good kid, but I had my tendencies.
I figured out I was gay by twelve.
I'd been beating my meat for a while. I think I was about ten when we started looking at porno magazines that Matt's big brother gave him. We started jacking off almost right away. But we never touched each other, or even got close to each other - that was faggy. And we never got naked. We just got out dicks out and went to it. Still, I sure enjoyed jacking off with him. Pretty soon it was with other friends, too. None of us came, of course, but we sure did have dry ones. Those were some great times!
Anyway, I was almost twelve, and one of my friends was staying over at my place. He spilled his pop on his lap while we were playing a video game. He needed some dry clothes, so I lent him a pair of my sweats. He got out of his pants, took off his briefs, and I saw an entire naked body in person for the first time.
I instantly knew I wanted to touch him. I wondered what his dick and balls felt like. I wondered what it looked like when it was hard, and how long it got.
Anyway, seeing his naked body, and his dick and balls so clear and out in the open, sure turned me on, and gave me a raging boner.
I knew I was gay.
After that I sometimes spilled something on his lap, and on the lap of other friends staying over. I got to see a lot of dicks before the showers in junior high. But those showers in junior high... oh, yeah.
I made a new friend in junior high. I can't remember how we became friends, we were so different, but soon we were always together and he was in with my group. Race wasn't like us, though. He was more a bad boy than us. By the end of the first quarter of seventh grade I was smoking weed with him. Most of my friends would have been shocked to find that out. They would be, too, when they did find out later. My friends and I would trade stuff a lot between us, and I traded Race a VHS tape of a movie I don't remember the name of for a little baggie of weed. His older brother lived on his own and was maybe the biggest weed dealer in town.
John, one of my best buds, found that first little baggie of weed I'd gotten from Race just a few days before. He was staying over for the weekend and went to get the porn mag I'd traded my TMNT cards for. I'd liked them when I was younger but now didn't, but Tracy still did and had gotten tired of the old Oui magazine he'd gotten from his older brother. So John got the magazine out of the hiding spot in my closet and found the weed I'd hidden to the side of it. I'd thought he wouldn't notice it, but he did. He was shocked, and then wanted to try it. So I got John high for the first time. We had a blast!
I hit puberty just before my thirteenth birthday. I was growing down there, and getting hairs down there, and I was even hornier than before. I started beating it off every day for sure - at least once. And I was starting to make fluids. Not squirting anything, just getting wet when I came. It was salty and sweet and I loved it.
When I turned thirteen, my secret wish as I blew out the candles was to have sex with a guy. Me, John, Jeff, Matt, and Race were all secretly stoned at the time. None of my other friends, not even the ones at the party at the time, knew about the weed. My folks would have freaked if they knew.
So, just after mid-terms in seventh grade. We had a week off for Easter break. John was staying over. He was in my gym class, so I knew he had pubes too. And boy, did he have a growing dick. One of the biggest in our grade. And about the biggest nuts, too. Hard to tell for sure in the showers - you know how it is.
John and I were playing video games, and I arranged to spill his soda in his lap when I won. All I had to do was swing my arms out as I won and knock his soda over off the little crate we kept them on between us as we sat on the floor at the foot of my bed. You'd think they'd learn, but good thing they didn't. Turns out, John was smarter than I knew.
"You wanna borrow dry sweatpants again?" I asked as he brushed his shorts with his hands.
"Sure," he answered nonchalantly.
I got up to get them, and he got up to get out of his wet shorts. He was wearing blue jogging shorts. As he pushed them down, I saw that he didn't have any underwear on. And he had a nice ass, too.
"Going commando?" I asked with a laugh.