Story-Portal

I grew up living just around the corner from Tim. We were born less than a month apart, and our parents ended up meeting and becoming friends, so we spent a lot of time being babysat together by our moms in turn, then we went to school together. We were best friends from birth.
About the time we turned twelve, home computers were becoming common and the internet was still a fairly new thing. So we both wanted computers, and we both got one. Both used, with monochromatic screens and plug-in modems you could hear when they dialed up to connect to the internet. I got mine on my birthday, a couple of weeks before he got his.
So, being twelve, we looked up tits and boobs and naked chicks. A lot. Those fuzzy, black, white, and gray images weren't all that great, but they were all we had. We had our first turned-on boners together. We giggled and showed each other.
We'd done that before, but never in such a sexually charged way. It had been a while, too. A year or more, maybe. It had been curiosity and such, but this time it was more about boners and naked chicks. It seemed kind of weird. Still, I nodded and we dropped our pants and underwear and showed our boners.
We'd compared before, too. He'd always had the longer one while I had the fatter one. No different that time. His was long and thin and stuck up almost forty-five degrees toward the ceiling. Mine was shorter and fatter, and stuck out just above horizontal. We laughed at how both our boners bobbed up and down.
After he got his computer, and after we'd looked at those fuzzy, monochrome pictures together quite a few times, we confided in each other that we jacked our dicks now. We agreed it felt awesome and we loved to do it.
Then, one day, a friend at school offered to let us have a look at a Hustler magazine for a quarter. It was out on the playground. We stood around in a group and handed our quarters to Mike, and then he held up the magazine and flipped through it, page by page. Full-color, sharp and in focus, no flickering. Not just boobs, either. Bush, and fingers spreading pussy lips open, and all the details.
My first real sexual feeling. The blurry, monochrome images Tim and I had seen on the internet had kind of turned me on, and jacking off was great, but those magazine pictures did it so much better. I was tingly all over, not just in my pants.
At home after school, Tim told me it was his first real tingly boner too. We both laughed and giggled and grabbed our packages and talked about how sexy it was. We wished we could see such things on our computers.
"Is yours still hard?" he asked.
"Yeah!"