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I was almost sixteen, knew I was gay, and didn't know anyone else who was. A couple of guys at school were rumored to be, but since one was my friend Chase, I knew rumors were not always true. I'd known Chase since we were kids, and I knew how much he hated that rumor, and how much he liked girls. The other guys rumored to be gay didn't seem any different than Chase, so I figured they weren't gay either.
I was over at my friend Trent's place one weekend. I'd known Trent since we started high school just over a year ago, and we'd become really good friends. We ended up talking about Chase and those rumors. He wondered how the rumors got started. I told him Chase and I had talked about that and we'd figured it had been because he had turned down Vicki when she had asked him to go to the eighth-grade dance. He'd wanted to ask this other girl, so he turned Vicki down, and when he asked this other girl, she turned him down and he didn't have the guts to ask Vicki after that.
"So Chase really isn't gay, right?" Trent asked.
"Yeah, he really isn't," I said. Then I asked, "Why?"
Trent sort of shrugged, then I could tell he wanted to say something else, so I asked, "What?"
"Could you keep something secret if I told you?" he asked.
I said, "Sure."
He said, "No, I mean it. You can't tell anyone."
He was really serious, and I was sort of hoping I knew what he wanted to say, so I said, "I know lots of secrets friends have told me and I've never told any of them."
"We've only known each other since the start of last year, but I think we got to be really good friends, and I really trust you. So I think I can tell you something."
"Why don't you tell one of your friends you've had since before high school?" I asked.
"Because I moved here just before high school, and I didn't know anyone when school started."
"I didn't know that," I said. "You seemed to have friends when we met."
He shrugged and said, "I made new friends is all. You weren't the first one. But you sort of became like, the closest one."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I guess you're like my closest friend."
I didn't know that at all. I remember thinking about it, and he really didn't seem to hang around with anyone much, other than me and my friends, other than a very few other guys.
"Oh," was all I could think of to say to that, though I tried to think of something better.
"So, if I told you something, would you promise not to tell anyone?" he asked again.
"Yeah, sure. I can promise that, man."
"Cool."
So I waited, and he seemed to have to think about it a long time. I was hoping I knew exactly what he wanted to say. The thing was, he'd had girlfriends and gone on dates with girls almost more than any of my other friends.
Trent was kind of hot. He sure didn't have any trouble with girls. He was asked on dates and to dances all the time. He'd bragged about sex with most of them, and he'd told us enough that we didn't doubt he was no virgin. The girls even said things that got around, proving he'd done it with them, and supposedly he had a big one.
I had no idea what his dick looked like, but going by his hands and feet, if that was any true indication, he probably had a nice big one. We were both taller than most of our friends, and I had pubes and my growth spurt before most of them. I had pretty big hands and feet, and in the showers at school, I was far from being small down there. I had just over five inches then. I might have even had one of the biggest in my gym class. I was pretty sure his was bigger than mine.
I waited for him to tell his big secret, wishing it was what seemed impossible.
"Thing is," he started, while looking down at the floor, "I've dated a few girls. Like I said that time, I had sex the first time when I was twelve. The thing is..."
He paused here a long time.
"That first time," he continued, "it wasn't with a girl."
"What?" I blurted out before I thought. At least I didn't sound grossed out, just surprised.
He looked up at me, and shrugged, then said, "The first time was with this guy I knew. Sort of one of my best friends. It wasn't sex, not really. It was just, you know, jerking each other off. We did it a few times."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We were twelve. It was just sort of experimenting, ya know? Like they say guys do in health class and shit."
"Yeah."
I wished I had experimented with someone.
"Well, it kind of led to blow-jobs after a while."
I remember thinking, WOW!
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