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Lucas's - WMASG - 11-15-2025
I had just turned fifteen. My best friend, Josh, had just had his fifteenth birthday party and I was staying over again, this time just the two of us. School was out, so we were going to have all day Monday alone at his place.
I loved that idea. I was gay, and had told my parents, and Josh, but no one else. I was considering which of my other friends I could tell also.
So, Josh's party was Saturday night, and several of us had stayed over after his party and had a great time. His folks had a great rec room downstairs with all the goodies, including a full-sized pool table and some upright arcade games. Real throwback stuff like Asteroids and Centipede kind of stuff. Yeah, our folks are loaded, we're lucky that way.
What we're not lucky with is our looks. Josh and I and our friends are kind of dorky. Smart, but geeks. A couple of our friends are total dweebs, but Josh sure wasn't. He was nearly normal enough to fit in with the 'normies' if he wanted to give up gaming and other dorky pursuits. But he didn't, and I was very glad of that fact.
Josh was actually hot as far as I'm concerned. He looked a lot like this guy. Sort of like Anthony Michael Hall. A bit. I was more like this guy. I didn't look like anyone famous. And I sure liked how Josh looked. Every year I wished he was in my gym class, so I could see him naked, but so far no luck.
Anyway, I'd told Josh I was gay, and he was pretty cool with it, like I knew he'd be. He was not only my best friend, he was the coolest guy I knew. So we'd talked about it a few times, and I liked talking to him about being gay, but I didn't want to push my load onto him, so I refrained from telling him very much and tried not to talk to him about it very much.
I sure couldn't tell him how much I liked him. I was pretty much in love with him. He was simply such a great guy, and he was so cute.
Back to the day after his party and sleepover. Most of the guys left by noon, the rest were gone by dinner. His folks ordered in some great Chinese and we had a great time. His folks were cool, and Josh said I should tell them I was gay. But then I'd feel weird about being over at his place and his folks knowing that I was gay, and probably wondering if we were... you know. So I didn't want to tell them. Not yet, anyway.
So, Sunday evening, after dinner, as we're heading up to his room, his mom tells him to try on the clothes his grandparents sent. She wanted to know if they fit and if he liked them, or if she should go exchange them. Josh goes, "Yeah, okay, fine."
So we get to his room and mess around for a while, and his mom stops by on her way to bed.
"Did you try on those clothes?"
"Not yet."
"Well, do it. I want to take them to work with me tomorrow so I can exchange them on the way home."
"Fine."
"I mean it. If you don't have them sorted in the morning, you'll be stuck with them."
"Okay. I will."
She leaves, I win the game we're playing, and Josh gets up and heads to the stack of clothes. He takes off his shirt, then his jeans, and then tries on clothes one at a time, asking me my opinion. Some of them are awful, some are okay, a couple are really nice.
The best part is seeing Josh in his boxerbriefs. It was a rare treat! We'd changed in front of each other a few times, no big deal, but it was really sort of different now that he knew I was gay and probably suspected how much I liked it now. It was pretty cool of him to do it in front of me now. It proved to me he wasn't worried about me being gay or anything.
Man, Josh was hot. Kind of skinny, but not overly so. Lean and trim, and pretty smooth and clean. I already liked a clean look and not hairy.
So he tries on pants and shirts, giving me a lot of time to see his body in those tight boxerbriefs he likes.
There was no way to not know he was well hung. It wasn't hard or anything, it was just that his soft, cotton boxerbriefs didn't hide anything. It hung and swayed with his balls, and it was pretty clear it was hanging down something like five inches or so.
What a great show! I don't have to tell you I was boned solid.
When he'd tried on all the clothes, he gives me this look, standing there in just his boxerbriefs.
"What?" I ask, all suspicious.