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  Trey
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 12:14 PM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up alone.
I stuttered and had a lisp when I was very young. Needless to say, making friends was all but impossible. My reddish hair, freckles, and glasses didn't help any. Speech therapy, and the incredibly nice woman who led the class, helped me get rid of the stutter and lisp by fourth grade. I ended up skipping fifth.
I had never made many friends in grade school, but when I entered middle school, I tried harder. Over the first few months, I made several friends, but one became a very good friend. We liked the same kind of bad science fiction movies, the same rock music, the same books. And Dungeons and Dragons. We even secretly liked the same country songs. The irony was that I had been going to school with him for years.
In seventh grade we had homeroom together, as well as several classes. It was junior high, so we had to change into a uniform, shower, then change back into our street clothes for gym. I was barely thirteen, but I was further along than some of the guys in eighth grade. It was difficult at first, having all that nudity to deal with. I'd already suspected that I was too interested in boys' anatomies, and was finding it difficult to deal with that, and the feelings it caused. What was most difficult though, was having Trey in the class.
Trey was just a normal guy: not fat, not skinny, not tall, not short, not stupid, not smart. He was athletic, had blond hair, brown eyes, and ordinary features. There wasn't much about him that stood out, unless you happened to be a boy, about his age, who was beginning to be concerned that he found other boys attractive. In that case, Trey had the most wonderful blond hair, all wavy and unruly, eyes so soft and brown you wondered if they felt like felt or velvet, the cutest nose that turned up just a tiny bit, red lips so perfectly shaped that they belonged in magazines or on television. When he smiled, it made you wonder how anyone else would dare reveal how weak and tepid their own smile was. If you were a boy who was beginning to worry that he might like boys instead of girls, Trey had the cutest butt on earth, and he was beginning to fill out the front of his pants in ways that made your breath come short and fast, and made the front of your own pants suddenly feel tight and constraining.
Trey was a little bigger than I was, but that was normal, as I was one grade ahead of other kids my age. I was smarter than him, but he was better looking than me. He was a natural athlete, I was a natural bookworm. He was naturally outgoing and popular, I was naturally introverted and insecure.
Trey didn't care about any of those things. He didn't care about any of my foibles. He only cared that we got along, that we had fun together.
Exactly how we became friends, I couldn't tell you. It just seemed to happen.
By the end of seventh grade, we had started spending almost all of our time together. His older brother was an ass, so we usually wound up at my house. We rode our bikes to the arcade, or the movies, or just around all day. He slept at my house almost every weekend during school.
I finally had a best friend, even a blood-brother.
Yes, we had done that. One day between seventh and eighth grade, in the little shed behind my house, we had cut our palms and held them together, our blood mixing, and swore we would always be brothers - until death. That was also the day that we had given each other our private nicknames. I called him Three, he called me X. Blood-brothers had to have private, secret nicknames.

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  Sean's Tale
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 12:12 PM - Replies (1)

   


Growing up in and around Vancouver, I knew what gays were. Even back then I thought that Vancouver was some kind of gay Mecca. I knew I was gay at about twelve or so. I wasn't really curious about girls at all. I was interested in seeing what boobs looked like, and what a pussy looked like, but, man, even thinking about boy parts made me hard.
By the time I was in seventh grade and changing and taking showers in gym class, I was certain that I was gay. It was almost impossible not to have an erection in the showers! I would go home and I'd have to beat-off as soon as I could. Sometimes more than once. I'd always think about the boys in the showers. Even at night in bed, I'd think of the boys in the showers, and in their tight gym shorts, and never girls.
And I started having really strong, deep emotions for Barry. And some other boys, too. But because Barry was my best friend, it felt weird to feel them about him. But, wow, he was so cute! We've known each other for as far back as we can remember. And Barry and me are both geeks. Dorks. Nerds. We like video games, and books, and playing role-playing games, aren't in any of the popular cliques, and we don't play team sports. And we get good grades. So we gravitated toward each other.
Barry is sort of plump. Not fat at all, not even close. Just... juicy. He has soft arms and legs, but you can see the muscles, too. His sides don't narrow down to a tight "V" like the jocks, but they don't widen out like the actually heavy guys. He's just so... in the middle! Gawd! He's average height in our class. And because he's so plump, his ass is so... just... it just sticks out! All round and soft and just begging to be rubbed and kissed. He has sandy-blond hair that's usually shaggy and a little short. He sometimes combs it, but it really don't behave right for that. A round head and face with soft features. Soft, gentle nose, soft cheekbones, faint eyebrows, and a gentle, rounded chin. And the most amazing blue eyes. Really awesome ones! And heavy, thick, light lashes. Wow. Plus, his lips, oh man, perfectly plump and red. Wide, too. When he smiles, it's like a magazine photo of a happy guy.
Me, I'm so boring. Brown hair that I part down the middle, brown eyes, kind of a long face, sort of oval I guess. Pretty thin lips, but at least they're nice and red. I'm not skinny, but I'm thinner than Barry. You can see my ribs most of the time, and my hip bones sort of stick out a bit. I'm tall. Taller than almost anyone else in my class. The only thing that stands out about me is maybe my butt. Because I'm skinny, and I ride my bike a lot, I have a butt that shows all that riding. It's nothing special, Barry's is way better, so are other guys', but at least mine is better than most.
So, anyway, I was waiting for Barry to come over to play some video games one afternoon late in the summer before going to high school in the fall. We were both barely fourteen.
Anyway, he rode his bike over to my place. And it was pretty hot, especially for Vancouver. So he gets to my place and I open the door and he limps in, holding his right leg and grimacing pretty bad.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.

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  Jacobs
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 12:10 PM - Replies (2)

   


It was the end of summer vacation with my folks. We had spent a month driving from Chicago to San Francisco to visit my uncle and aunt there. They just had a baby. Big whoop. I was sort of hoping for a good time. I was sixteen, and got to drive quite a lot. But, mostly, I was looking forward to maybe some action. I'm gay, and none of my friends are, at least not that I suspect. I really doubt it. Some are really verbal about disliking homos. So, yeah, I'm sure none of my friends are.
I was really hoping to get some action in California. I mean, I've read all these hot stories online about California being so open to gays, and I thought even I could get laid in San Francisco, even if it meant taking a risk or two.
We spent a week at my aunt and uncle's. I used my phone constantly, scouring the internet for places where I could meet up with someone and get laid. I mean, it was San Francisco! And I was way past due. I found lots of places for adults to meet, bars and all, but nothing for guys my age. Except school groups, and it was summer break. And I was really limited to how far I could go. There was no fucking way my parents were going to let me go driving around. I was used to Chicago and the burbs, so Frisco wasn't all that different, but my parents shot down even the first hints at my taking the car anywhere.
So, I went high and dry. By high, I mean stoned. I brought what weed I could, and spent a lot of time in the back yard smoking joints behind the garage. It was fucking hot out there! And by dry, I mean horny and hard. I beat my meat when I could, mostly at night while I lay on the cot on the back porch.
I walked around a lot, but they lived in a neighborhood that had nothing but little mini-malls and mostly Mexican places. There were some hot looking Latino guys, but I had no guts for finding out if any of them was interested in a white guy for some fast sex.
We went to all the usual tourist traps, and saw all the sights. And I was dying, seeing all the guys holding hands, kissing, and just looking so hot!
So, the week finally came to an end, and we started home. Dad drove for a few hours, then we stopped for food and pit stops. I got to take over. I drove until it started getting dark. Dad said to pull over at Elko. It was a small town right on I-80. It didn't look like much. He found a hotel with an indoor pool and cheap prices, and called and got two rooms. I was really glad of that. On the way out to California I had slept on the floor in the same room with my folks more than once. Ugh.
We find the place on the other end of the town. It was almost a Native American type hotel. It did have a casino, and an indoor pool, but it looked a lot like the Holiday Inn next door and the other hotels along the road. Anyway, we pulled in, I checked out my little room, had a shower, and met the folks in the restaurant.
The food was okay. The interesting thing was this guy who was eating alone in a booth a few over from where we were sitting. He was really cute. Obviously American Indian, mostly, with some Anglo. He looked about my age, maybe a year older or so, but no way over eighteen. He had longish black, straight hair, a long face that was just so Native American, and dark eyes. He looked sort of either soft and chunky or a little muscly, but I couldn't tell from across the room.

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  Conrad's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 12:07 PM - Replies (1)

   


I was fifteen and it happened with my best friend Ben.
I was sure I was gay, and it wasn’t all that cool to be gay yet, so I was hiding it like 90% of us were then. I hadn’t told anyone, and hadn’t even let on to anyone that I was anything but totally straight. But boy did I want boys! Bad!
So my best bud Ben was over for the night one night. We’d heard about guys getting raped and argued about it even being possible before. Ben said that any guy who didn’t want what was going on wouldn’t get hard and couldn’t get off and so couldn’t be raped. We didn’t argue about being bunged without permission, we were talking getting erect and being ridden by a chick even though you didn’t want it.
“No dude would be hard if he didn’t want it,” Ben always said.
I agreed he had a point, but I argued that it was still possible for a dude to get hard and get off even though he didn’t want to.
“Even if you don’t want it, if it’s riding your dick, it’s getting hard and it’s getting off,” I argued.
We’d had this argument a few times by now. And I’d dreamed up a fantasy about the argument. You know. And I was so horny, and my folks wouldn’t be home for hours, and the opportunity was there, and we were stoned, so…
“If I started giving you a handy right now, you’re saying you wouldn’t even bone up. Right?”
“Probably not, dude. If you were a decent-looking chick, I’d bone right up. But not some dude.”
“I don’t think so. I think if it’s getting attention, it’s going to bone up. No way otherwise. Simple physiology.”
“Dude, when I see a hot chick at the mall, and it want’s to bone up, or times like that, I can stop it from going full-boned almost every time. And if some dude were jacking me off? No way it would bone up. And it sure won’t with a dude’s hand doing it.”
“How would a dude’s hand be different than a chicks hand? A hand is a hand.”
We were smart dorks enough that his answer was, “A hand is a hand, sure, but knowing who it’s connected to makes the difference.”
“I still say the primitive drive will take over and you’ll bust a nut.”
I’d been working on getting Sam to jack together, and it seemed slow going, so having Ben suddenly seem like a possibility opening was out of nowhere. And I jumped on it.
“Roll a doobie. By the time you got it rolled, I’ll got you boned.”
“Bullshit.”

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  Aides
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:52 AM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. Right across the Hudson River from Manhattan. A little north, actually. A really upscale neighborhood. Not that everyone who lives there is rich, but few aren't. Most are pretty well off. My folks are, for sure. So I had pretty much everything.
I grew up with two best friends, Jason and Keith. We lived on the same block, so we played together growing up. We lived close by each other, and spent lots of time at each other's houses. Sleepovers were regular things.
We were really good friends. We had a few other friends too, but the three of us were close and we spent a lot of time together. We weren't all that good looking, but at least we weren't complete geeks. We had a chance at getting laid before high school ended. Probably.
By the time we had graduated sixth grade, we were watching porn alone and together. We'd shown and touched tons of times. Soft, boned, whatever. Usually after looking at naked girls online. We were all jacking it off, but always alone, never in front of each other. None of us had pubes yet, and Keith's balls were still up inside him. So we knew that Jason had the longest one and the most curved one, I had the straightest one, and Keith had the fattest, shortest one.
It wasn't until the middle of seventh grade that we jacked off in front of each other. Jason and I had pubes starting, and we were growing down there a lot. Keith was still smooth, but his balls had dropped finally, and he said he was squirting too. Jason and I had started squirting a little while before then.
We'd seen this porno online with three chicks and three guys in an orgy. It had been really hot. We'd ended up pulling out our dicks and jacking off together at the same time. It was the hottest thing I had ever done! And it convinced me that I was gay.
Keith squirted first. It was just a few drops, and it didn't really squirt, just leaked out, but it was a lot to us. I was next, and I made a bit more. I even squirted for real, not just sort of leaking some like Keith just had. But then Jason took a while and finally did this big squirt! It really squirted out, and almost hit the desk! It wasn't a lot, but it sure went further than Keith's or mine had gone!
So we jacked off together pretty regular after that. Pretty much every weekend, all through seventh grade.
Over that summer, we did it even more often. Pretty much every day, some days twice, or even more when we were sleeping over.
We went back to just weekends and holidays during eighth grade.
It was during the summer break after eighth grade that things went way farther. And we started smoking grass together. We got it from Keith's older brother, who had turned us on a few days after graduation from eighth grade. We got to really like getting high together, and we started getting high and jacking off together. I loved it. They said it was even better than doing it straight.
We were almost fourteen now. My dick was almost five inches, and Jason's was exactly five inches. Keith was almost four inches, but really fat and plump. Man, he had a thick dick. And a really mushroomy head. Jason's was even more crooked now. It was like, maybe, thirty degrees. Mostly the end half of it. The base was pretty straight. The head was almost pointy. Mine was still really straight, and pretty average looking. We all had pubes, Keith had the least amount, I had the most, but not by much.
And by now I was really sure I was gay. I was thinking about telling them. Being gay wasn't any big deal by then, not like the older guys had to put up with a few years ago. I was sure Jason and Keith would be cool about it, and so would most of my friends.
There was this guy, Chet, at school in eighth grade, who said he was gay. I didn't think he was very hot or anything, but I was thinking about seeing if he wanted to mess around a little. I mean, as far as I knew, he and I were the only fags in our class. He'd want to, right? But I was just way too shy.
Anyway, it was summer break before starting high school. We were staying over at my house. All of us had big houses, so our bedrooms were pretty far from our parents' rooms. And besides, we all had rec rooms or the likes downstairs or even in basements. At my house, part of the basement was finished and looked out over the back yard, toward the river, and was the family and theater room. So on sleepovers, once my folks let us have it, we were left alone and could do pretty much whatever we wanted.
So tonight, after it got late, we got stoned and watched a movie. Then I used my laptop to pull up some porn. I was looking forward to getting hot and bothered and jacking off with them. With me having the laptop, I was in the middle, so they were on both sides of me, and when we jacked off, I'd get excellent views.
So we fired another one up and I got on a porn video site. It was so hot to see them rubbing their laps! And then, about the third video, I set the laptop on my knees and unzipped and pulled out my rod. So they did too. We started jerking to the video.
Man, I loved this. I hoped once I told them I was gay they would still do this with me.
I was mostly watching Jason and Keith as they watched the video and jerked off. I liked watching them both. Jason had that nice long one. I could see his almost pointy head as he jacked it. Nice. Keith had that big, fat juicy head, but it vanished in his fist as he jerked because it was so short.
The video ended, and I had to find another one. The sight I was at had all kinds of videos on the same page. I chose it on purpose because of that. And one of the new videos was clearly three guys sitting on a couch. No chicks. Not in the thumbnail anyway.
Keith goes, "Ha! That looks like us!"

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