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  Matthew's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:09 PM - Replies (1)

   


I was always interested in girls, even before I entered puberty. Once I started that part of my life, I figured out that I was a little different. My friends and I talked girls all the time, and I loved it. We did all the usual things guys did together, comparing as we grew, showing off if we popped wood and making jokes about it, and telling each other lies about how far we got with girls.
I also liked boys, and I knew it. I didn't see why I had to chose to like one or the other, or why I was supposed to like only girls. I jerked off thinking about whichever I felt like. I knew it wasn't "cool" to be gay, or even bisexual, so that stayed my secret. For a while.
When I was just barely sixteen, and had gotten lucky with my first girlfriend, I told my friends all about it as soon as I could. Vicki was pretty, and we had been going out for weeks before we got that far. We petted and messed around a few times, and she had gotten me off one time and she hadn't even known it. But finally, I got my license and my dad's old pickup. We were out a little later than usual, and we both knew we would be in trouble anyway, so we parked and climbed in back and we did it on the sleeping bag I keep back there.
That was Friday night, and Saturdays were usually for our friends. We sometimes went out with our girls then, too, but not usually. Usually the girls went out together and we guys went camping and fishing. Sometimes we stayed and camped all night, and this weekend, Scott brought a bottle of rum he got from his older brother.
Scott was fifteen, but bigger than me by far. I'd say five foot and ten inches. Tall and skinny, and kind of a nerd. He had black hair and blue eyes, and if he would just act and dress better he'd be killer with the chicks, especially if he'd stop wearing the dragon and elf kinds of t-shirts. Terry was almost seventeen and a little short. He has the blondest hair and huge brown eyes. The girls go crazy for him. Mark is popular, too. Tall and strong, and he has the longest arms and legs, like they were for someone meant to be bigger than the rest of him is. Mark has the most unbelievable blue eyes. I swear, they're the bluest things I've ever seen, even on television. He's the oldest of us friends, already seventeen, and had been driving us around for a long time. He was the first to get a girl and get lucky. He told us all about it, and we all envied him for the longest time.
Sometimes we missed out on our Saturday fishing and camping at the reservoir, but we almost always tried to meet up. Sometimes it was just two or three of us, especially lately.
Tonight it was just me and Scott. I picked him up at his place and I knew something was up by his huge grin. He said his brother had got some rum and didn't like it, then he pulled it out of his pack. He wanted to know if I wanted to try it. I was game. I was almost always up for almost anything new. I was really adventurous.
I drove us to our usual spot, and we decided to make a night of it. I didn't want to drive home if I was trying out rum. I'd drank some beer a few times and I knew I shouldn't try driving on it, so I wasn't even going to think about trying to drive if had rum.
We set up the little tent and started a fire, then chowed on the stuff we brought to eat. We fished, but didn't catch anything. We started sipping the rum. It was awful at first, but got better the more we drank of it. We were laughing and having a great time. We both knew if we drank too much of the stuff we'd end up sick, so we mixed it with the sodas.
The place we camped at was isolated. You had to drive down an old wagon trail for miles, so you needed a 4x4 or a truck to even get close. Then you had to know where to pull off that little path to bounce your way down to the clearing and the little beach on the little bay. You can't see out to the rest of the reservoir, and from out there the little beach was as good as invisible. And there we no public places or houses anywhere nearby. We were never bothered out there.
So we all had skinny dipped and sun-tanned naked a lot of times. And Scott and I were getting pretty drunk, and we ended up arguing about something I don't even remember, all in fun. But we ended up in the muddy area, partly in the water. But that didn't stop us. It was fun, and we were laughing our asses off. And I was really liking the contact with him.
I got to grope him in ways I really liked. His body was so hard and lean, and even if he was taller than me, I was stronger and tougher. Man! I loved wrestling with him. We used to all the time, but about the time I started going out with Vicki, we stopped.
But soon we got tired and noticed the mess we were. Muddy and wet, and it wasn't hot out. The sun was going to set soon, and it was going to be chilly. Hell, it was already chilly, so it was going to be cold. We took off our shirts, then our jeans. We both saw we were both hard and we laughed and made fun of each other.
I always knew he was longer than me, and there was no mistaking that right then. Ever since we were kids and played show-and-tell, he had been.

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  Michael's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:05 PM - Replies (1)

   


I walked into fourth-period chemistry. I knew none of my few friends were in the class, so I started toward the back. No desks, just those four-person chemistry stations with black worktops and a sink. Great.
There he was. Sitting alone. Straight black hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, button nose, red lips, round face. Button-front dress shirt, black slacks.
I felt my guts twist up. I'm pretty sure I came to a dead stop for a heartbeat and stared at him. I know he looked up and saw me. I saw him blush. His cheeks went patchy red. His red lips curled up in a quick, small little grin before he looked back down at his desk. He glanced up again once I'd managed to actually start walking again.
I almost went to a different workstation, but I had to be near him so I could see him every day. I just fucking had to! I walked to the empty workstation across from his. Not the same one, an aisle away. I sat down. I glanced his way. He glanced mine. Fuck, he was so cute!
Other kids came in, some in pairs. They began filling the empty stations. There weren't too many empty places left when two girls sat down on the opposite side of the station I was sitting at. They were pretty, and obviously not in my clique. They eyed me quickly and then dismissed me. As usual. Two guys who knew each other sat at the opposite side of that cute guy's workstation. Clearly they didn't know him.
The teacher, a really old guy with a paunch, was walking around, taking names and marking them down in his attendance book. He began moving people around. When he came to our station, he took the girl's names, then mine. He moved on. The bell rang. The teacher moved some kids around so everyone had a partner, including that cute guy, whom he moved to sit next to me.
The teacher said, "Thomas, this is Michael, Michael, this is Thomas. You'll be partners," then moved on to arrange other kids.
The girls snickered, and one said, "Yeah, partners!"
Thomas and I ignored them. Something I think we both knew we'd be doing all year long.
I saw his blotchy blush grow darker. I felt mine grow as well.
"Hi," we said to each other.
By the end of the class, we knew what junior highs we'd come from, what suburb we lived in, our full names, and a lot of other things about each other.
And I was entirely aware that I felt something really powerful for him.
And I was immensely glad we'd gotten partnered up. And I was already hoping we'd be more than just lab partners and friends.
Then we had sixth-period English together too! I was already sitting near the back when he walked in. He smiled so cutely when he saw me, and walked right toward me. I must have grinned like a rodeo clown.
"Hey, dude!" he said, sitting next to me.
"Hey!"
We became instant friends.
It was an awesome day!
He was so cute, and nice. I could tell he wasn't quite as shy as I was, but he wasn't very outgoing or daring or anything. He was smart and quick-witted. And he had the cutest habit of rubbing his lower lip with the knuckle of his first finger when he was thinking hard. Small feet. Like, size seven shoes. Big ears, though. His hair was just long enough to cover them. Such straight, glossy, black hair. Clean, not greasy like some of the real dorks' or geeks' hair. He was very clean and tidy. And he smelled like Old Spice. Not a single zit or blackhead. His complexion was fair and pale, but not pasty. And that cute little button-nose! And those red, full lips.
A few guys our age had that fuzz above their lips. I just barely did, not enough to see unless you were looking up real close. He didn't. Not even sideburns or arm hair or anything. I figured he didn't have any hair down there, since he seemed so hairless. But he sure had a nice package. Nothing huge or anything, but clearly more than the guys who didn't. I knew from two years of showering in gym class that guys with hair down there had bigger packages, and guys who were bald down there had small packages. Thomas had a package, so he must have something down there.
He also had a nice butt, and a nice package. He was just one inch shorter than me and slightly leaner. Not skinny, but not as solid or average as I was.
By the end of that first week, I was so close to asking him if he wanted to do something over the weekend. He beat me to it.
As our English class ended and we were walking out, he asked, "You doing anything this weekend?"
I had plans with a friend to see a movie.
"Not really. Why?"
"Wanna go see The Blob?"
"When?"
"Saturday. It's on at seven."
Same show and time Berry and I were going to go see it.

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  Mike
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:03 PM - Replies (2)

   


I woke up not having a clue. It was just another day in the middle of nowhere.
I got dressed, did the morning chores, and then showered. I was starved and breakfast was good.
It was the third day of my first year in high school. The day went slowly. In gym, I changed, not looking around or thinking about what was going on around me. I wanted to look around, but kept myself from doing so. It was still so new to be changing clothes with all the other boys. I got hard but hid it I hoped.
We had a choice of basketball, tag football, or wrestling today. I hated basketball and football. I wasn't even sure what the rules were. I wasn't all that sure about wrestling, but at least I kind of liked it and knew something about it.
I was matched up with Dale Howard, who was about the same size and weight as me, but he was a city boy, and I was a farm kid. Most of his weight was softness, where most of mine was muscle. I won easily. And it was really fun. I mean, grabbing him and being grabbed, and all that. I got hard, but I didn't think he noticed. I wasn't all that big down there and our gym shorts didn't exactly accent that area. And my shorts were large, on purpose. Plus the jock strap kept it from being noticeable.
Then I was up against James Wilson. Same thing again, a city boy who played video games against a farmer's kid. I wasted his ass. And I really liked doing it. It was really hot.
I went through all the guys the same weight as me, so next was Kevin Masters. He weighed eleven pounds more than me, and it wasn't all softness, either. We wrestled around for ten full rounds, neither of us really getting ahead of the other. And eventually, my hand went there on him, totally by accident. I didn't want to do that, it was too risky. But it happened. He wasn't hard, and I really liked what I did get a feel of. I got so hard it was embarrassing, I was sure he could tell even if his hand only brushed past there a couple times by accident.
"You could make the wrestling team," Coach Smith said to me after ten rounds. "I'll put you up against a team member next."
Oliver West was a sophomore, and kind of skinny, but was on the team. That was a real challenge. He knew the moves and all, but I was able to overpower him a lot and get out of his holds. His hand went there almost right off, in the first round. It happened in wrestling, I'd seen it happen a lot. I knew he knew I was hard. His hand went there a lot. By accident, mine went there on him. He was so hard. It was insane. I kept wondering if he was hard for the same reason I was. Health class said it was pretty normal for it to get hard at weird times, even embarrassing times, even times we didn't think it should. But we both stayed hard the whole match.
Coach watched and gave me advice. In round six, I pinned him and won. When I stood up, I was totally embarrassed. It was so obvious. I glanced and saw that his was, too. We were both red-faced from wrestling anyway, so I didn't know if he was as embarrassed as me or not. No one was watching us, they were all doing their own matches, only coach and Oliver saw.
"Not bad, dude," Oliver said to me as he shook my hand. "You really should think about the team."
"Uh, thanks."
I noticed he glanced down at me when he shook my hand. I sort of held my hands in front of me to hopefully hide it as much as possible.
"He's right, too. What do you think?" coach asked me.
"The team? Me?"
"You're in good shape already. The weight training would put you in even better shape. And you've got a sort of talent for it. Oliver is good, one of the best in his class, and you out wrestled him. I really think you'd be a good wrestler."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Why don't you come to my office after classes and we can talk about it."
"Uh, me?"
He laughed and patted my shoulder.
"Yes, you. Think about it. I'll be in my office after last bell if you want to talk about it. I hope to see you there. Meanwhile, keep practicing with Oliver. Pick his brain and see what you can learn. Don't hurt him, Ollie."
"I won't, coach!" Oliver said with a laugh.

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  Mike C
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:01 PM - Replies (1)

   


I was seventeen, and although I didn't identify as gay yet, I knew I had a powerful attraction to other boys and less of an attraction to girls.
One day my mom and I went out on a friend's motor-boat for a day on Puget Sound. There was me, my mom, another single mom and her fourteen-year-old son, Brian, the couple who owned the boat, and their son Lee, also fourteen. It was pretty obvious that Lee and Brian were friends, so I felt like a third wheel.
Brian was average looking, a little short, with mousy brown hair and a kind of round face, with a slightly soft body. He was okay, but I was instantly attracted to Lee - he was a blue-eyed cutie with a narrow face, lush kissable lips, shaggy dirty-blonde hair, a champion bubble butt, and long, sinewy legs - a model-quality hottie. They were both wearing only swimming trunks, and their bare chests were tanned and smooth, as were their legs.
Brian and Lee were nice guys, and pretty soon I no longer felt like a third wheel. We swam and raced and played around in the cold water and on the boat, and the day went by way too fast.
I couldn't keep my eyes off Lee all day long. Brian would catch my eye from time to time, but Lee was just amazing. I probably had an erection more often than not from seeing his lean body in those trunks! Especially when we were on the boat an his trunks were still soaking wet! They clung to his lean form and highlighted the fact that he was no little boy down there. Not that Brian was, his trunks proved he wasn't still little either.
After a full day on the water and the boat - having hard-ons over and over - the adults all wanted to go out on the town, so the discussion began about what to do about the boys. I took the opportunity and suggested Lee and Brian come sleepover and the adults could go party. Everyone thought this was a great idea, so we headed for my house.
We changed clothes first. Mom didn't want us on the furniture with our trunks soaked with water. I almost dared to change right in front of them, hoping they would too, but we ended up taking turns in the bathroom. During my turn, I nearly whacked one out, but didn't dare with them so close by. I just knew if I took that long they'd know what I'd done, and why. So I just changed quickly. I went first, and hoping they would follow suit, I only put on some shorts and no shirt. That worked, because the took their turns and came out only wearing short pants too.
We watched some TV and hung out talking and joking. It was a good time. Hanging out with them in just their short pants was just as hot as with the swimming trunks. They both had nice bulges and their butts were on display as well. Not to mention their bare chests and legs. I was pretty much as hard as often as I had been during the day. I was literally so turned on it wouldn't go down.
When we started to get too tired to stay awake, I pulled out a couple of sleeping bags for them to sleep on the floor of my room. I had spent the day admiring them both, but Lee most of all, and I really needed to see more. I mean, their chests and legs, and butts and bulges were all great, but now I wanted to see even more. So as we got ready to lay down, I stripped to my underwear, hoping they would follow suit. To my utter glee, Brian did, and then Lee followed along!
The sight of them in their briefs was almost breathtaking! They were both fit and trim, and the bulges in the front of their briefs proved they were developing well. And now their asses were even more apparent. Brian's dick seemed bigger than Lee's, because it was pressing out against his briefs enough to really show. I could even see Brian's darker pubes through the thin white material of his briefs. I wished Lee's dick would do that, but his seemed smaller or maybe not as almost-erect as Brian's.
Hoping for even more, maybe even a glimpse of an erection or two, I sat down on the floor with them and casually steered the conversation around to sexy stuff. Being three years older than them, I put on about knowing a lot about girls and sex. They eagerly asked questions and got into the topic. Lee was pretty vocal about how badly he wanted to have sex with a girl, and all the things he'd do to her and have her do to him. I steered the conversation to jerking off. Both boys quickly admitted to doing it, and we talked about how often we did it and when and where, when we'd gotten pubes, started squirting, how much we squirted, and how great it felt.
I was elated when I saw they had boners too, hiding them as casually as they could with their hands. Hoping to have a better view, I stopped hiding my erection. Hoping I wasn't being too obvious, I leaned back on both hands behind me and just let my hard-on stick up in my briefs on full display. I was seventeen and had a decent endowment, so it really showed. They both noticed, and they didn't hide theirs very much after that, so I began sort of toying and playing with it a bit as we kept talking sexy stuff. Soon. they were flicking and handling their boners too!

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  Mitchell's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:58 PM - Replies (1)

   


I lived in a small town in Indiana called Rensselaer. There really isn't much here. It's so small that my high school still has a farm next to it and you can walk from one end of town to the other even on a hot summer day.
I always knew I was gay. I also always knew I was probably the only gay guy at my school. Then we didn't have any GLBT Alliance or IPads. I hear they have both now. But then, nada.
A lot of my family lives in town too. I have cousins all over the county, and four went to high school with me that year. I was a junior. My cousin Jeff was a senior, his sister, Teresa was a freshman, Terry was a sophomore, and Katy was another frosh.
I got along with all of them fine, but Terry was more like a brother. He was one year younger than me, and a grade below me. He lived just around the corner from me, and we spent a lot of time with each other. We sort of grew up together like brothers or best friends.
It was Easter break. He was staying at my place the whole week because his house was being set up for relatives who were coming to visit for the holiday and were going to stay at his house. He lost his room, so to speak.
So we spent the week doing normal things. Mostly.
It was the Monday after Easter. We spent the day doing cleaning at his house after breakfast, and then went to the lake. It was crowded, so we went back to my house. My folks were at his place with the rest of the family that hadn't left yet, and we both knew they would be playing cards and such all day. We had the house to ourselves.
Well, we weren't big dopers, but he had got some weed from a friend, and we smoked it in my room watching the DVD of The Thing. We were nerdy, what can I say. We had smoked some weed a couple of times before, but only that couple of times, so we got really high.
After The Thing, we got online to check out some porn. We'd done that together before, but never anything like what happened today. We teased and joked each other before, but usually the other went home and we probably both jerked off.
Today, though, he couldn't go home, not with all of them there, so he was sort of trapped. We got through a bunch of porn, and I went to get us some drinks. Pot gives you cotton-mouth, if you don't know. And when I got back, he was sitting at my computer and looked up at me with a really weird look on his face.
"You like, watch gay porn?" he asked me as I sat down.
He had looked through my bookmarks. I couldn't deny it, now could I? I hadn't told him anything about that side of myself. I had kept it really well hidden. Until then.
I sort of hemmed and hawed, trying to think of something to say.
"Are you gay?"
He was looking right at me. I couldn't get out of the situation. I nodded.
"Wow. How long?"
"My whole life, I guess."
"Wow."
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Uh, no. I don't see it's my place to. You going to tell your folks?"
"How can I? You know how they are. They'd freak!"
He nodded, then looked back at the long list of favorite gay porn bookmarks.
"What's your favorite?"
"Huh?"
"What one is your favorite one?"
"You serious?"
"Yeah. What one?"
I pointed to the one at the top. I loved that one. He clicked it. The familiar video started. I handed him the soda. I was already getting hard, and starting to sweat. I was shaking, too, like a leaf on a tree in a storm. I was wondering how much of it he would let play before he stopped it.
The blond guy was lying on his bed studying, then started playing with it, took it out and started jerking it, and then the knock came on the door. He got up and tried to hide his erection, but couldn't. He answered the door and the pizza guy was there. It went on, until they were kissing and then laying on the bed. My cousin laughed and sipped his soda, and kept watching. It went all the way through. It was twenty-three minutes long, and we watched the entire thing.
"Holy shit," was all he said when it ended.
He looked at me and then down at my lap. It was obvious I was hard. I glanced at his lap. It was obvious he was too. I got those tingling thrills all over, especially in my stomach. It was so embarrassing, but so hot, too.
My cousin is pretty hot. He's no sports stud or anything, we were both bookish nerds. He had nice sandy-blond hair, and nice blue eyes. No acne, pretty nice bod, and a butt that didn't fit his nerdishness at all. I had always noticed that he had long fingers and wondered if that old wives' tale was true.
He was blushing really bad, and grinning. And he kept looking at me like he was going to say something.
"Well? You hate me now or something?" I finally asked.
"Hate you? Hell no. I didn't know you were gay. It's okay with me, I guess."
"Honest?"
"Sure."
I felt so relieved! I could have hugged him! I sort of laughed and relaxed a little.
"You have to do me a favor, though."
Uh-oh, I thought. He's gonna blackmail me!
It would be nothing new. We had blackmailed each other a few times when we could. I wondered what he was going to make me do this time. His chores for a week? His homework for a month?
"Shit. What?"
"You're really gay?"
"Well, duh. Yeah."
It felt so weird to say that!
"Wow. So, would you blow me?"
"What?"
"Would you give me a blow-job?"
"You can't be fucking serious!"
He got even redder and nodded.
"You are?"
"Yeah. If you give me one, I won't tell."
"You'd tell!? If I didn't?"
He looked serious for a second, then laughed.
"No. I wouldn't. Never. Honest. I just..." He shrugged and looked embarrassed. "Forget it. Sorry."
He stood up, and I could tell that he was going to leave. As soon as he stood up, I saw how hard he was in his jeans. I mean, it stood out like a sausage or something. Before I even thought of it, I reached out and pulled him back down into the chair by his arm. I looked right in his face, his eyes. He looked worried or scared.
I couldn't believe I was even thinking it, but if I did, I knew he couldn't ever say anything. Plus, it seemed like the perfect way to keep him from leaving. I really didn't want him to leave.
"I know you never had a girlfriend. I know you're a virgin, too. So, I will, if you really want me to."
His jaw dropped.
"Serious?" he asked really slowly.
I nodded.

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