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Luke's - WMASG - 11-15-2025
I was fourteen. I knew I was gay already. I knew I liked Dakota way too much. Dakota was a couple of months older than me, taller, smarter, and really hot.
I guess you could say I was in love with him. But how could I not be? He was so nice, thoughtful, kind, really just a great guy. And he was so cute. Blond hair, sort of straight, and blue eyes. Soft, round face, big smile, nice red lips that were really juicy. He had a few extra pounds, not many, but he sure wasn't a skinny little dork like me. His legs were slightly thick and firm. His butt was so plump and inviting. And his pants proved he was growing into them in front, too. He was always so much fun. We got along like we were the same person or something.
I never got tired of spending time with him. I did with other friends, and I even got sick of other friends. But never Dakota. And he never seemed to get tired of hanging out with me. He'd stay at my place and I'd stay at his place all the time. We went everywhere together. With other friends sometimes, too. We always played games online together.
Yeah, I was sure I was in love with him. I guess it was harder to be gay before, but there are guys at my high school who say they are. None are my friends, but I want to get to know them. But it's really hard to. I'm so worried about being seen with them, and people knowing I'm gay. We live outside Chicago, in Crystal Lake. It's a sort of fancy suburb. Big houses, nice streets, all that. The GLBT club has only a few kids that belong to it, and I don't have the guts to even think about it. Plus, the only guy I really like is Dakota, and he's not gay. He's just my best friend.
He was staying over at my place one night. We stayed up late and messed around like normal. Had a good time. I kept thinking about how to try to get him to let me in his pants. I'd do anything to get in them, just once. Just for a little while. Anything.
But I couldn't think of anything. I was also very afraid of saying or doing something that would tip him off about me being gay. I didn't think he'd hate me for it, I was more afraid he would be really pissed at me. He'd never made fun of someone by calling them a fag, not even during games online. He hardly ever made fun of anyone, ever. He was nice.
We'd changed clothes in front of each other a few times, and if he found out I was gay, I just knew he'd know that I liked doing that, and that every time, I was watching him as closely as I could.
Dakota in his underwear was... wow. Just... wow. He was starting to grow down there, and really growing, too. Filling out his underwear, jiggling and wiggling. Gosh.
Anyway, we were up late one night. We were watching television, and a show had this couple making out and having sex. Steamy, with lots of skin and peeks of boobs and butts. I started popping wood. I kept wishing it was me and Dakota.
"Wish I could get laid," he said.
"Who don't?" I asked.
I looked over at him. He was blushing. He had the cutest blush. Hell, he was cute anyway, but blushing, totally hot. He had that cute, shy grin going, too.
We went back to watching the couple have sex. They even showed the guy's face as he came, and her face. Really steamy.
"Givin' me blue balls," he said, snickering.
"I know," I agreed.
I wished I could see them. Or take care of them for him.
I glanced at his lap, accidentally. I didn't mean to. He saw that I did.
"Dude, trying to check out my stiffie?"
"Uh, no. Perv," I said, as if disgusted.
He laughed, still blushing and so cute. I wished I had the guts to tell him I was, and I wanted to see it. Hold it. Play with it.
"Wanna see it?" he asked.
"What?"
Hell, yes! But I couldn't say that. Ever.
"Wanna see? Show you mine if you show me yours."
Holy shit!
"What? You serious?" I asked, hoping that somehow he was, that it wasn't some trick to see if I was a homo.
He looked serious. Scared, even. A little worried, too, maybe.
He opened the button on his jeans. Then he unzipped them. I felt my dick going into full-blown hard-on mode. And my guts went liquid. He pulled his jeans open, then stopped.
"Show you if you show yours."
"Uh, okay."