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  Brian's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:24 AM - Replies (2)

   


I was luke-warm in pretty much every regard. I had pretty average looks - nothing hot but not ugly. I was one of those video game kids, but I didn't go all in, sometimes playing hockey or soccer. I got okay grades, nothing great - at least one A, usually Arts or Music, often an F, especially in English or History. I was just so middle-of-the-road that I was often overlooked and ignored by teachers. I had some friends, not many, but I wasn't a loner. I wasn't pestered by all the bullies, just some of them. I even pushed around a couple guys who were smaller than me if they ticked me off. Never really beat anybody up, just verbally berated them a bit. I wasn't very mean, just sometimes lost my temper.
Even my family was totally average. Both my parents worked: Dad full-time, Mom part-time. I had a much older sister, we had a dog, we had one newer car and one older one, and we lived in a modest four-bedroom house in the suburbs of a major city.
Same with my physical development. Some of my friends hit puberty before I did, and got all interested in girls, and were hairy and hanging in the showers in ninth grade. Some were still bald as a baby in the showers during ninth grade. I had some hair, my balls were dropped, and I had enough dick that I was sort of proud of it. It was totally average, of course. About half the guys had more, about half had less.
I could not have been more average if I tried.
Except for one thing - by ninth grade I knew there was one massive difference - I wasn't very interested in girls. But boys, and dick... yeah, when it came to that, I knew where my likes lay. Especially balls. I loved balls.
So, of course, I was hiding that as best as I could. Pretty well, judging by the fact that none of my friends knew. Or seemed to. I was getting called a fag by the bullies, of course, but lots of guys were. If all the guys in ninth grade who were called a fag were actually gay, then the human race would die out.
There were three guys who actually bullied me in ninth grade. One was the same guy from seventh and eighth grade. Two were new.
The one from junior high, Mark, was big and fat and hairy and gross. Stoner and hard rocker and partier. Poor as dirt, dumb as a box of rocks. The other new bully, Derek, was really tall and really muscly and had the worst case of acne, with a busted nose and a scar across his chin. His lips looked like they had been busted up a few times too. And he was on the football team.
Steve was the other new bully. He didn't start bullying me until after ninth grade had been going a while. I'd noticed him by then. He was hot. He was a bit tall, but not very. He was kind of muscly, but not very. Good face. Nice hair, really nice eyes, and very nice lips. I really liked his lips. Man, they were something. So was his bod. Strong but lean. He had a pretty nice butt, too. Not to mention a really decent package.
Mark and Derek were more physical in their bullying. Not just pushing me around, but actually hitting me sometimes.

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  Bryce's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:22 AM - Replies (1)

   


It was the summer of 2011. I was almost sixteen and on vacation with my family - my parents and my little brother who was about to turn ten. We went to Texas and stayed at a hotel near Six Flags. It was huge and had its own pool and gym, and the employees wore black slacks, white shirts, and red vests and ties. We were booked for the week, from Monday night to Sunday afternoon. The whole vacation was mostly for my little brother's tenth birthday and my folks twentieth anniversary. He was turning ten a few days after we got back home.
I'd known I was gay since at least thirteen. That summer after sixth grade I sort of had my first crush. He was at least two years older than me and lived across the street. I saw him one day, hopping on his bike, wearing nothing but short shorts and shoes and socks. That brief glimpse of that fuzz beneath his arms made my heart race. And the way he filled out those tight short shorts in front made my pants feel very tight in the crotch. I began trying to see him as often as I could. I even followed him around on my bike sometimes.
Through seventh and eighth grade, I did my best to hide how gay I was becoming. There were no other guys admitting to it, so I didn't. Then high school. It wasn't a big high school, and we didn't live in a big city, so there wasn't a huge amount of other students. Still, there was this one gay guy, all out in the open and such. Pretty femmy. He just wasn't attractive to me, and I didn't know him, so I didn't get to know him. He was just too femmy and too out and too loud. Multi-colored hair, bright clothes, he even wore makeup. No thanks. But he was the only out gay guy in school. So I stayed well hidden.
Anyway, yeah, I knew I was gay that summer vacation when I was almost sixteen. Our folks got a room for me and my little bro, of course. Right next to theirs, with a connecting door. It was a hot and humid week. I spent most of the time I could in the pool - with my little bro. When he wasn't running around the park with our folks.
That pool was filled with hot bods. I mean it. Every time I went there, there were guys of all ages there. Girls, too, of course. And most of the guys were eye-locked on the girls. I did my best not to get caught staring at the hot guys.
I went up to the pool pretty much every day. I had to go to the park with my folks and little brother every day, too. Some days we went into town and did the tourist stuff there too. My little bro and I weren't too into that stuff. But there was this awesome car museum that we both wanted to go back to the next day.
So, yeah, it wasn't a bad vacation, it was just mostly amusement park stuff I wasn't into and musical stuff only my folks were into. So there were several days when my little bro and I were relegated to staying in our hotel room while our folks spent hours doing anniversary stuff they wanted.
Saturday night was one of those days for my folks. They were going to some musical, then a concert, then dinner. They said they'd check in on us Sunday morning for breakfast, and then we had to be packed and ready to head toward home by noon.
So bro and I immediately went up to the pool. Man. I needed some alone time to take care of a certain problem, if you know what I mean. Sleeping in the same room with my little bro wasn't exactly conducive to taking care of that business. If I took even a slightly long shower, little bro would just have to joke around about why I'd taken so long, so I didn't. I'd gotten to yesterday, though, because he'd gone down with the folks for breakfast, so I'd had the chance to whack one out. But not this morning. So the hot bods were giving me a bad case of bonerus erectus.
Damn. This hotel was filled with hot dudes. Even the staff had a lot of hunks not much older than me.
Since I had to stick around with my little bro, there wasn't much I could do but stay in the water until bro was ready to head to our room and order food. We had a sort of package deal where we could order in lunch and dinner Saturday for four, but since our folks were out doing stuff, we decided to take advantage of the situation and order two meals each for both lunch and dinner.
So, lunch arrived. Four meals. Delivered to our door by a guy I hadn't seen before. I was almost breathless. I mean... shit. He looked barely older than me. Really awesome blond hair, shockingly green eyes, totally cute face, and a bod that screamed. He was wearing the hotel uniform, but it was kind of tight on him. You could tell the guys wore their own black slacks and white dress shirts, but the hotel gave them the red vests and ties. This dude was wearing a pair of black slacks that just left nothing to your imagination. I mean, I could see it hanging down on his right side, and I could see his balls all tucked up on his left side.
I know he caught me staring, too. I looked up and saw him grinning at me. It was humiliating.
I let him in to put the food on the table and then I signed the receipt.
Man, the look he gave me as he left... I mean, if I had a brain in my head, I would have followed him out into the hallway and wherever he led me. But I didn't.
So bro and I had way too much to eat, and then settled in to watch some cable and wait until we could move and maybe go swimming again. Which we did. And I got to stare at more hot dudes in swimming gear. Then we went back to our room and ordered four meals again. We were going to get fat, lol.

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  Cade's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:21 AM - Replies (1)

   


I knew I was gay at fourteen, just after puberty really kicked in. Girls became less interesting as guys became more and more interesting. By fifteen I knew, and went through the usual roller coaster of discovery.
I was pretty average. I had average grades, about the same number of friends as my friends had, I looked pretty average. Some of my friends were taller than me, some were shorter. Some were better looking, some weren't. Judging by what I saw in the showers in gym class, I was pretty average down there too.
There was nothing special or different about me, except that I liked guys.
None of my friends seemed to, and most made it clear they liked girls.
Just after turning sixteen, one of my friends, Jason, was over for the weekend.
Jason wasn't my best friend, but he was a sort of special friend. He was the only one of my friends that wasn't hung-up about his body or boners or sex stuff. He'd talk sex with me, and we told each other about everything in that regard. We'd showed each other our dicks when we were about eight or so. We'd showed each other our bungholes. We'd told each other when we got our first random boners, and even showed each other and compared boner sizes. We'd told each other when we got our first pubes, when we first began jerking off, and when we first started squirting. We changed out of swimming trunks in front of each other.
Just after we turned fourteen, we'd jerked off together. Just that once. I had always wanted to do it again, but I just couldn't get myself to try to make it happen again. We'd seen a guy and girl making out in the park one day. We watched through the bushes as they got naked and had sex. We rushed to my house and talked about it, groping ourselves, until we couldn't stand it any longer and I said I had to jack off. He said he had to too, so we pulled down our pants and did it on opposite sides of my bed, back to each other. How I wanted to turn around and do it for him as he did it for me!
So we were good friends, and we'd broken a few sexual taboos together by the time he slept over one Friday night just after we'd turned sixteen. Some of our friends were out with girlfriends. We did all the usual stuff, and hung out with the other guys most of Saturday. On Saturday night, as some of our friends were again out with their girlfriends, we were up late, watching the late-night monster movie. It was a really old one, black and white, about a magician who hypnotized and killed women. He had a magic act that he used to meet women. That got us talking about magic.
We talked about hypnotizing girls into having sex. I was more thinking about doing that to guys. We wondered if it was real or not, and what it could do.
Jason said, "I don't think magic is real, but I do know one magic trick."
"What's that?"
"Well," he said, turning red-faced. "It's kind of... uh... pervy."
"What?"
"I'd rather not tell you."

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  Casey's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:20 AM - Replies (1)

   


I knew I was different. I knew that I had to hide that from everyone.
On my sixteenth birthday, I had a party with my friends and family at Romine's restaurant on the interstate. Then a big overnight party. My house had a huge basement, and it was pretty much all my playground. Other than some storage in a room in one corner, I got to arrange it how I liked, and spent most of my time and even slept down there sometimes.
Tonight, everyone had brought sleeping bags and pillows, and we were all strewn all around, telling lies and having some laughs. My parents had come down already, so we didn't expect them for the rest of the night.
When it got nice and late, Billy pulled out a plastic sandwich baggie and grinned.
"No way!" most of us said.
I got high for the first time, and so did most of us. Billy, it turned out, was becoming a pothead. In no time at all, we were all giggling and having a blast.
James and Terry started bragging again about having had a blow-job. We knew it was true, they had gotten head from the same girl last month. She was a well-known cock-hound, and any of us could have gotten head from her. There was a rumor that she worked the truck stop on weekends. They both bragged about it, and we asked questions, and it was pretty exciting. We asked why they didn't go get some pussy off her.
"She's probably got AIDS or something. I just let her suck my dick," Terry said.
"She gives great head!" James said.
"How would you know?" Billy asked. "It was the only head you've ever got. It might have been really bad."
"No way," they both said together, smiling really widely.
"She's not as good at it as I am," Mark said.
We were all quiet.
"As you are?" James asked.
James was the sort of leader of me and my friends. He was the biggest, so we sort of let him be the leader, I guess.
"I know you guys are all cool, and I'm fucking tired of hiding it. I'm gay, guys."
We were all quiet again. I was just plain stunned. I thought that maybe he was kidding. James, as usual, took the lead.
"You are not!" he declared loudly.
"I am."
"How do you know?" James asked.
"I just know. I know I don't... I'm not interested in girls. I like guys instead. Okay? And I know you guys won't care. You all say you won't, anyway. You guys never pick on Charlie Stevens, and we all know he is."
Charlie hadn't been hiding that fact since last year. He was a senior and everyone knew about him since he had come out last year. He had been popular, so it had been a big deal and a huge thing. He was still sort of popular and wasn't bothered, and we all sort of thought it was pretty neat. Especially me. I wished many times that I had his guts. Now I was suddenly envious of Mark, too.
"Did you find out by fucking Stevens?" James asked.
Mark got really red-faced.
"No way!" we all said together.
"You can't let him know I let on! Promise!"
We did.
"You really are?" I asked.

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  Charlie's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-16-2025, 11:18 AM - Replies (1)

   


It was very close to the end of eighth grade. Puberty hit me at twelve, and by now I was horny all the time, got boners constantly, and was beating off at least once a day. My dick was five inches long now, and my balls were growing and hung down some. I loved the changes in my body, and loved playing with myself. I also loved seeing the guys naked in the showers in gym class, and I was dying to get some cock. I didn't have any big emotional crash when I realized I was gay. By my thirteenth birthday I knew I didn't want pussy, I wanted dick, and I was okay with that. More or less. It would have been easier and probably nice to be straight, but the desire for cock was strong.
I'd had a couple of crushes already. The first was in sixth grade when I was eleven. Yes, eleven. I was swimming with friends at the community pool, and this guy I didn't know was getting out of the pool as I was walking by, and his wet body was so awesome that I couldn't stop looking. He was maybe thirteen and just developing. The curve of his ass, the shape of his legs, the way he bulged out the front of his tight Speedos... it all made me feel so strange. I watched him all day as my friends and I swam. When he left, I said I had to use the bathroom, and followed him into the men's changing room door. I pretended I was going to a locker, and watched him go to his. I peeked around the corner as he dropped his swim suit. His pale butt was so nice. He didn't turn around, so I never saw what he had in front, but watching his ass as he bent over to get dressed made my dick so hard. It was my first lust boner. I beat off later that day for the first time. Then I got a crush on a guy in my class. Robert was so cute so suddenly. I so badly wanted to see what was in his pants. God, he was hot!
In seventh grade, I got to see Robert naked in gym class. Wonderful! I thought about his body as I beat off for weeks and months. By the end of seventh grade I accepted that I liked boys. It wasn't easy and it wasn't simple, but I accepted it and enjoyed my fantasies.
Through all of eighth grade I tried to figure out if anyone else was gay like me. None of my friends were, for sure. A couple were really fag haters, and I stopped hanging out with them so much. There didn't seem to be many gay guys, if any. I knew they were probably hiding, like I was.
I'd made a few new friends in junior high, and one was Jessie. He was so hot it almost hurt to look at him. Tall and lean, wavy sandy-blond hair, green eyes that were shaped so exotically, slightly tan complexion. He dressed really nicely, and seemed so awesome. He was in my Social Studies class in fourth period. He was really nice, and funny, and pretty smart. And up close, he was simply stunning. His lips were pretty much perfect, nicely red, and his perfect teeth were so white. He had this habit of poking his tongue out between his lips when he was concentrating on his work. So cute!
After a few weeks, we started going to each other's houses after school a couple times a week. I sometimes hoped he was gay too, but he sure didn't pick up on any of the questions I asked, and he didn't seem interested in talking about the topic. He seemed to avoid it, like the gay hater friends I'd had until last year. But at least he wasn't saying bad things about guys who were rumored to be gay. Hell, I was sometimes called a fag. So was some guys I was sure weren't even a little gay. Junior high kids can be so mean.
When I went over to his place after school, sometimes I was sure I could smell cum when I walked into his room. Hell, I knew guys our age beat off a lot. It was so hot to know he'd just done it in there. Most times I only smelled air freshener. He had his study hall in last period, so he sometimes left school early in good weather and when he rode his bike. I had Social Studies last period, and didn't like it much, so one day I decided to skip it and go over to Jessie's place early. He'd asked me to come over anyway, and I'd ridden my bike so I could. So, I skipped out early at the last minute, and tried to catch him before he rode off, but I missed him.

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