I was thirteen, almost fourteen, and it was with one of my best friends, Paul, who had just turned fourteen. I already knew I was gay, sort of. I knew I liked guys more than girls, for sure. Seeing the guys in those short shorts during gym class, and changing in the locker room, and in the showers... yeah, I knew.
Paul was probably my hottest friend. He had such a cute face, and a really nice bod. He was going to be on the swim team in high school, he swore. He could hold his breath for the longest time, and he was a good swimmer. I loved swimming with him at the community pool for more than one reason. He had hit puberty just before me, and was longer limbed and taller than me. I hit puberty before most of our friends, so I wasn't far behind him. He'd started getting pubes when he was twelve, and he'd shown me. Man, how I loved seeing that. I made him show me every couple of weeks, just to see how they were growing, I said. When I got mine I was glad to show him. We compared almost every week after that, and it wasn't long before we compared our dicks. Like I expected, his was longer. We worked up boners and held them next to each other. We even checked out each other's balls by hefting them and rolling them around - just to see who's was bigger, I said. When we were both thirteen, we jacked off together a couple times a month. We always went at it after doing the comparison and seeing how much longer our dicks and how much bigger our balls were, as well as how much our hair had grown. We always compared how much we squirted, too. The rule was we laid down and jacked off, and got our cum in one puddle so that we could compare the size of the puddles. Zack always had the bigger dick, bigger balls, more hair, and always made more cum. But it was fun to lose to him.
I was over at his place after school one day. This was before computers were connected on the internet and well before online porn. We were bored, so we decided to ride our bikes over to the video store and rent a movie. We were standing around the new movies next to the register when an old guy brought back a bunch of movies. He put them on the counter and left. The guy working the register put them to the side a bit while he rang up another customer. I noticed that two of them had black cases, which meant they were porno videos from the adult room behind the counter. The place was pretty busy, so the guy running the register ended up putting a huge stack of movies there. Then, when he went to put out a bunch of movie tags for movies he had already put away, he left that big stack of movies to do after. As fast as I could, I checked that no one was looking, and I snagged one of the black-case videos and shoved it inside my jacket. Paul saw me and looked at me like I was crazy. We left in a hurry.
Outside, as we got on our bikes, he said, "You're crazy, dude!"
"I know!"
We rode back to his house as fast as we could, and rushed to the den to play the video. Oh, man. It was so hot! We'd only seen a Hustler or a Playboy before. This was the first time we were going to see real action. The video played and we just silently stared. It started with a guy walking into an apartment building, and into an apartment, and hearing moaning coming from one of the bedrooms. He snuck up to the door, slowly opened it, and two guys were doing a sixty-nine on the bed!
"Oh, man! It's a fag flick!" Paul moaned.
I was ecstatic! Gay sex! Right there on the television!
"You wanna watch this?" he groaned.
"Well, I'm not going back and taking it back," I told him.
"No way," he agreed.
"And I'm not wasting the effort. What the fuck. Let's just check it out. Maybe some girls come and there's an orgy."
"Yeah, right," he griped.
But he didn't get up to shut it off. So we kept watching it.
Man, my dick was so hard it almost hurt. We both held onto our laps. Seeing hard dicks in mouths was fucking awesome. So was seeing how much grown men could squirt. When one of the guys fucked the other one, I said, "Just pretend it's a chick."
"Yeah."
