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Stoshy - WMASG - 11-15-2025
I had this friend named Berry. We grew up living next door to each other in a old motel turned into apartments. Yeah, we were poor. Anyway, we were the same age, so we were best friends. There were some younger kids and some older kids, but you know how kids the same ages end up being closer than kids older and younger, mostly because of the year you were in school.
Berry lived with his dad, as his mom died right after he was born. My dad took off before I was born. So we both grew up with one parent. Most of the kids in that place only had one parent. Berry had an older sister and she was our babysitter when we were younger. I had a younger brother who was three years younger than me, a different dad of course.
We were pretty normal kids. The apartments weren't bad and were kept up, and tenants who got into trouble were encouraged to leave, so the place wasn't crime riddled or anything. So us kids stayed out of trouble for the most part.
Barry and I didn't do much of the stuff I've read other boys do. We showed each other our dicks when we were little, but that was about it.
We both hit puberty in seventh grade. It was a different time. There weren't computers everywhere, no internet to speak of, and porn was limited to late-night HBO and Cinemax or the rare magazine we'd somehow get our hands on. The only real boobs we'd ever seen were Barry's sisters a couple of times when we peeked as she changed or showered. Man, we got bitched at for doing that! But that was before we hit puberty.
So we talked about sex and girls a lot with all our friends. We had plenty of friends from school and the neighborhood around us, but Barry and I stayed best friends. We were on the little league baseball team together, and made some friends on the team too. Then we got on the team at our junior high together. We both loved baseball. Still do. I loved seeing the naked guys in the showers in gym class in both seventh and eighth grades. Those sights fueled my masturbation sessions and provided the sense that I liked guys way more than girls. I was sure by the end of eighth grade that I wanted guys, not girls.
It was the summer before high school, we were both fourteen. Barry had just had his birthday, I was nearing fifteen. By now I was babysitting my little brother and Barry was staying over when Mom worked late on the weekends, which was most weekends.
Having Barry stay over was a blessing and a curse. I like having my best friend around all the time, but it was hard because, well, I was hard. All the time. Barry was a hot looking dude. You know, all fit from baseball and working out, and tanned, since we lived in Florida and went swimming in the ocean or a pool almost daily. And he was just dreamy cute. Nice face, nice bod, nice hair, great smile, and such a sweetheart. Gentle and kind and caring. He didn't bully, he hated bullies, and he stuck up for guys that got treated rough by the jerks. Just a great dude. And we weren't shy around each other. We'd had gym together in seventh grade, and sleeping over with each other so often, we'd seen each other naked quite often. In our tighty-whities a lot, too. And, being jocks, we wrestled around a lot too. Man, those wresting sessions in our underwear... oh man! We'd get boned and no big deal about it. But to me, it was masturbatory material!
Anyway, it was late in the summer, hot as fuck, and the air conditioning unit in the bedroom I shared with my little bro wasn't working for shit. Our apartment used to be two motel units, and one was turned into two bedrooms and a bathroom, the other into a front room and a kitchen, with a doorway between the front room that was a short hall leading to the two bedrooms and the bathroom between. So as it got later, and once my little bro was passed out, we went to watch the TV in the front room where the AC was working. We were still in our underwear, and Mom wasn't due home until almost morning.
We watched an old monster movie or something, then turned to the infamously scrambled HBO late-night porn. Sometimes it came in kind of less scrambled, and that night it was pretty clear. From time to time it rolled and got bad, but for the most part it was stable and steady, just not very colorful. But the colors didn't matter! We watched soft-core porn and got boners big time. I remember the girl had dark hair, all curly, and big tits. But the guy I could draw to this day. Blond, chiseled features, strong body, round ass, thick, beefy cock with big, low hanging balls. Nice thick patch of pubes, too. And that round, hard ass as he pounded her pussy hard was amazing!
We laughed at the wet spots in our underwear. I started looking more often down at Barry's big boner in his white briefs than at the TV. He was hung. I'd seen it in seventh grade and it was big back then. But now it looked at least as long as the guy's cock on the TV. Man, was Barry's dick long. Especially compared to my shorter one.
Then Barry said, "What? You wanna check it out?"
I looked up and Barry was looking right at me, smiling. He wasn't pissed, at least.
"What? You like showing it off?" I asked with a laugh.
"Hell yeah. When you got it, flaunt it."
And then he whipped the front of his briefs down and his monster popped up all hard and red-helmeted.
Fuck! The tense thrill that exploded through me was the most intense thing I'd ever felt in my life up to that instant! I think my dick grew an inch longer!
"Who else can I show it off to?" he asked. "I'm gonna get me some pussy in high school, for sure, with this thing on offer!"
"I bet!" I agreed with a nervous laugh.
"The first girl I fuck with this," and he grabbed it and slapped the head of it against his stomach a couple times, "Is gonna tell all her friends about it, and then they're gonna be lining up for the biggest cock in ninth grade."