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Taylor W - WMASG - 11-15-2025
I was fifteen and it was with my two best friends. The three of us had been best friends since first grade. We had other friends, but the three of us hung out together every day until high school.
We weren't in the popular cliques, but at least we weren't in the lower ones either. We were just normals. We got average grades, sometimes an F and sometimes an A. Randy loved baseball a lot, and football some, but thought basketball was boring. Brent was mostly into football, but also loved video games. I liked soccer and video games, but hated boring baseball or football. Sports cards were one of our common obsessions, though we all varied in sports and teams. Comic books were our other common obsession, though we all liked different kinds.
But we all preferred spending time together to doing anything else. We probably wouldn't have been friends if we hadn't grown up at the same age living on the same block on the very edge of town, and there weren't any other kids for blocks. Computers were expensive toys for richies. Mobile phones were bigger than home phones. Porn was limited to Hustler and Playboy and a few other magazines - which were something kids our ages could only imagine from the occasional cover rarely visible behind the drug store counter.
We never did any of those things I have heard other best buds got up to together. We never compared dicks as kids. We never talked about getting pubes or jerking off until those things took over our lives. Those things didn't exist to us until they did at puberty. We just didn't know or talk about those things. Girls didn't enter our daily lives until puberty, and then it was topic number one. Still, we never talked about jerking off or pubes or if we could squirt anything yet. We talked about boobs and butts and pussies and what we would do with girls, but we didn't really know anything and we sure hadn't done anything.
I remember one day when we were barely thirteen. Puberty was fucking with all three of us. We were growing fast, the daily zit wars had begun, we were sweaty and oily all the time, and odors were wafting that we'd never had to worry about before. Girls were the number one subject between us. I was noticing boobs and butts, and other things. I was wanking it at least twice a day, often three, sometimes four. I suspected Brent and Randy did, but we didn't talk about that stuff.
I was over at Randy's house after school, and he changed out of his good school clothes so we could work on a dirt bike his dad had got him. I had seen him change clothes before, him and Brent both, but this time it was a huge turn-on. He dropped his jeans and I saw him in just his briefs. Man, I can remember how round and nice his butt looked in those tighty-whities as he leaned forward and stepped out of his pants. And how his bulge was all... bulgy and jiggly and interesting as he put away those pants and got out his work jeans. When he slid into his work jeans, and pulled them up, his package in those tighty-whities was all bunched up in the V of the open zipper for just a moment, and I could make out the tip of his dick and his balls. It was so hot a view that I got an insta-boner that raged until I took care of it in the bathroom a while later.
I started jerking off to that memory probably that night. Watching Brent and Randy change became very enjoyable. I had a deep desire to see that often. I schemed and planned and plotted to make that happen as often as I could. After each time it happened I would jerk off remembering what I'd seen for days or weeks, usually until I got another new view to think of and to fantasize that it led to something fun happening.
That was how I got into watching Brent and Randy grow. It was so interesting to see them get taller and broader, and the bulges in their tighty-whities grow. I watched a lot of guys. I saw more than a couple other friends in their underwear too. Seeing guys in their underwear was so hugely interesting and exciting.
I began to wonder if I was gay.
During seventh grade I enjoyed watching the other boys change and shower in gym class. I even liked seeing them in those tight gym shorts. I had a couple friends in gym class and got to see them naked for the first time. It was really interesting. Fantasies of Brent and Randy and my other friends expanded and became mixed with fantasies of other boys from the locker room.
I went past wondering and began to suspect I was gay.
In eighth grade, I got crushes on boys. Nathan was this guy with the most awesome hair and great eyes and a juicy bod. He was in my gym class. He was tall and strong and popular and handsome and built like a sex god. Man, he had to have a good seven or eight inches hanging in the showers in eighth grade. His legs and his chest and his butt were all so hot. He was a richie and on a couple teams. He made me melt. He was probably the first boy I fantasized about being fucked by. I remember my crush on him so clearly. I wanted him to take me and tell me what to do and make me do it. I wanted him to control and own me.
It got hard to convince myself that it was just a phase.
Brent and Randy were becoming sexy as hell. To me, anyway. This picture from "Married... With Children" reminds me of the three of us back then so much.
The guy on the left looks so much like Randy did. Kinda dorky, a bit lanky, blonde hair that he kept kind of long and messy and brushed up and back. He was the tallest and thinnest and sloppiest of the three of us. Floppy t-shirts and khakis or tanner slacks. His room was a horror even to Brent and me. Did these doofy faces that were terrific, and he was the joker among us.