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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.
"Fucking cramp!"
He hobbled down the hall to my room and even had a really hard time sitting down on the floor in front of the tee-vee. He groaned in pain at every movement.
I hated that. Barry was my best friend, since we were too small to remember anything, and any time he was hurt it really bothered me. And seeing him having such a bad time was horrible.
He finally got sat down and was still grimacing. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt, yellow jogging shorts, short, white socks, and his favorite sneakers. He was so hot!
He rubbed his leg above the knee. I watched, getting a hard-on. I mean, he has great legs! And those yellow shorts weren't hiding anything. I could see that he was starting to get bigger, too. I was. By now I'd gotten some hair around the base of my dick, and it was growing, and my balls were growing and had dropped down some. And I just knew Barry's had too, even though we didn't have gym together in junior high.
I sat there, my dick hard, watching him rub his leg, wishing I had the guts to reach over and do it for him.
"Ah! Shit!" he grunted, then leaned down over his leg.
"What?" I asked.
He made a long groaning sound, then straightened up some.
"Fuck! I think it's just getting worse! Shit! Fucking hurts!"
He started rocking. He rolled his leg to the side and bent the knee, and gasped a little.
"You dehydrated?"
I knew that could cause muscle cramps.
"Have anything to drink today?"
"No. Skipped breakfast. Had to mow the lawn, and then came right here."
"Stupid fuck," I said, shaking my head.
I got up and went to the kitchen. I got a big glass of orange juice and another of apple juice and took them back to him.
"Here. Both of 'em. And not fast. Some then the other."
He got through about half of them, and I was still taking glances down at his lap and his legs. He had juicy, smooth legs, and those shorts didn't hide anything. I was so fucking hard. He kept grimacing and rubbing his leg.
"You want to play, yet?"
"Naw. Lemme get my leg comfortable first, man. Can't play with my leg trying to curl up."
"Is it still cramped?"
"Feels like the muscle is trying to tighten up too far or something."
"What one?"
"Thigh. In back. Fuckin' hurts. I think it's spreading to my calf, too."
"Man, it might get worse. You shouldn't of skipped breakfast. At least had some water."
"Whatever, doc."
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