I grew up pretty normal. Nothing different than my friends. We lived in a small suburb of a major city in the mid-western US. It was separated from the major city by a few miles of mostly farms and a few patches of woods and a river. We had a mostly rural life, but the city was less than half-an-hour away by car. We could see the glow of the city lights at night and they obscured most of the fainter stars.
Our town had its own school system, including a newish high school. It was built with expansion in mind, so our classes were about twenty kids in a room. Gym class was about fifty boys and fifty girls, and there was no first period or last period gym classes. Lunch was split into three, and some kids went to a split class with lunch in the middle of it.
I had the normal amount of friends growing up, which expanded in junior high and grew even larger in high school. I was always good at sports, and I really loved baseball. I was a good batter, a fair pitcher, and a really good outfielder because I could throw the ball home from the outfield wall and not be off by more than a foot or so.
I hit puberty kind of early. By the end of sixth grade I was getting pubes and jerking off. Most of my friends then were still small and smooth down there. Yeah, we did some show and tell. It was interesting, for sure. In junior high, I got to see that I was well ahead of most of the guys in my class. I was more like some of the eighth-grade guys.
I dated a couple girls in junior high. I was a good looking guy with an athletic build, and I had no problems talking to girls. By the end of junior high I was no longer a virgin. I'd dated four girls and had some kind of sex with three of them. The last one, Kate, gave it all up pretty quickly. She didn't like to suck dick, but she had no problem giving up her pussy so long as I had a condom. I got them from my older brother.
So, high school was almost a breeze. I was popular, good looking, dating, getting laid, had a decent car, and had parents who made a good living. It was all good.
Then things got weird.
I'd always been just fine with gay guys. They didn't bother me and I didn't care. My friend Jason came out to me and a couple other of us close friends in ninth grade. We kept it quiet, like he asked. He didn't date anyone, being gay wasn't all that accepted yet, but at least it wasn't an automatic exile sentence anymore. He was the only gay guy I'd heard of in our school, possibly our entire town.
Jason tried to seduce me a couple of times. Let's just say it was a close call. I nearly went for it. He'd talked a good talk about it just being friends messing around. He claimed he could probably give better head than any chick for this and that reason. Good reasons, too. He was convincing. But it was just too weird. I liked girls. And Jason was a good friend. It was too weird to even think about. I told him no, but thanks, and I'm flattered, and all that. He was sort of let down, but, well, I just wasn't interested.
