I grew up living in a tall apartment building in a major city. I lived on the fourteenth floor. Most of my friends lived in the same building, and we went to the same school. Two other guys in the building were in my grade, but I didn't get along with Marcus at all. He was a total jerkwad. Jeff, though, was my best friend.
By the time I hit puberty at fourteen I knew I was gay. It was just after 2000 and there were some guys at school who were out about it. I was trying to be, but I was just too shy about it. I was pretty shy about everything. I guess that's why Jeff and I got along so well, he was pretty shy too.
We were both fairly geeky. We were into role-playing games and liked reading books. While we weren't studs, we weren't total dorks either. Jeff sure wasn't, not to me. He had the most awesome blond hair, a bit wavy, and his mom cut it for him and his little brother, so it was usually a sort of almost bowl-cut. Fluffy and wavy and so light a blond it was nearly yellow-white. Big blue eyes the color of a cold winter sky, a square face with bold, firm features, a fairly long nose, Cupid's bow lips the color of subdued red lipstick, and a fair, smooth, clear complexion. Oh, and braces. He was sturdy and solid, just a bit of love-handles on his sides, a bit of a bulge at his stomach, slight bulges over his pecs, and big, pinkish nipples. No skinny boy was Jeff, but he was far from being fat or sloppy. He also had a big, round, full butt, and a package that clearly proved he was well-endowed indeed. Oh, how I wished all through junior and senior high that I'd have him in a gym class, but not once.
We spent a lot of time at each other's apartments and had a lot of sleepovers. I'd gotten to see him in his tighty-whities more than a few times, but they were brief glimpses as he changed from his school clothes. But those glimpses! Man, he had a nice, big, round, full ass! And he absolutely stuffed the front of those white briefs! The jiggle as he stepped out of his jeans and into others... wow! I sometimes could just see a hint of his fat head. It looked... gigantic.
Anyway, when we were both seventeen, myself just barely, I was over at his apartment right after school on a Friday. We were going from his to my apartment, so I could change clothes, and then we were going down the block to the arcade for while, until we had to be back home for dinner. Then he was coming to my place to stay the night. His mom was pretty religious and insisted on family dinner together, even though her husband, Jeff and Joe's dad, had died a few years ago.
So, I got to watch Jeff step out of his jeans again. Man. I always looked down at my hands, apparently, though my eyes were craned to the side so I could see him.
Damn if he didn't have an almost boner! It was making a tent low down the front of his briefs, pushing out enough that I could make out the shape and contour and even a bit of the color of his head through the thin white material of his Fruit-of-the-Looms. It was big enough that it hid his balls.
I blew the hardest, fullest boner! I mean, it was just... throbbing!
Dann drehte er sich zur Seite, um Jeans aus seiner Kommode zu bekommen, und ich sah eine Profilansicht von ihm und bekam einen guten Winkel seines pert, runden Arschs, aber am interessantesten, wie weit nach außen sein Boner seine Slips drückte. Ich meine, es hat sich wirklich vor ihn hinausgeschoben.
Ich kann mich noch an den immensen Nervenkitzel erinnern, der in diesem Moment durch meinen Körper blitzte. Die priselnde Aufregung, zu sehen, wie gut er gebaut war, sogar durch seine Slips.
Als er in seine Jeans trat, sah ich, wie sein Boner versuchte, sich nach oben zu neigen, aber fast horizontal abgewinkelt war und ein massives Zelt ausschob, als er seine Jeans um seine Taille zog.
Ich war so schwer! Und begeistert.
Ich tat mein Bestes, um meinen Knochener zum Untergang zu bringen, aber es war wahrscheinlich immer noch ziemlich offensichtlich, als ich aufstand, um ihm zur Haustür zu folgen. Es war immer noch schwer, als wir in meine Wohnung kamen. Ich musste mich mit einem Boner vor ihm umziehen. Nun, das hatte er. Aber... verdammt, das war so peinlich. Ich hoffte, er sah nicht aus, als ich mich in meine Straßenkleidung verwandelte. Ich hielt ihm den Rücken so gut ich konnte. Ich war mir ziemlich sicher, dass er nicht einmal nach meinem Weg sah.
Also hatten wir eine tolle Zeit in der Spielhalle, kamen zum Abendessen nach Hause, und dann kam er zu mir.
Ich wünschte, ich hätte Zeit gehabt, einen zu schlagen, aber wir waren gerade zum Abendessen nach Hause gekommen und er kam gleich vorbei. Da war ich also, immer noch ein bisschen aufgeregt und habe mich aufgeregt.
Das Telefon klingelte, Mom antwortete, und dann sagte sie uns, dass sie ein paar Stunden mit ihren Freundinnen verbringen würde. Dad wäre erst kurz nach zehn zu Hause. Wir hatten fast vier Stunden.
Wir spielten Videospiele und arbeiteten an DnD-Charakteren. Wir hatten morgen ein Spiel bei Benny mit den Jungs. Wir saßen auf meinem Bett, arbeiteten an unseren Charakteren, als Jeff seine Sachen beiseite legte und aufstand, um uns zu dehnen.
Oh Gott!
Ich rutschte heimlich meine Augen hoch und hin und sah diese schöne große Wölbung, und ich war mir sicher, dass er eine weitere Erektion hatte! Es machte ein fast spitzes Zelt in seiner Jeans, nur auf der rechten Seite seiner Fliege.
"Want a soda?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
He went to get them and I admired his great ass. The jeans he was wearing sure contoured nicely to his round globes. He might be a dork, but man, did he have a great ass!
When he came back, I noticed that he'd rearranged his junk. He still had an erection, most likely, but now it was tucked lower and didn't make as much of a tent. Though it still was noticeable. Somewhat.
I was dying to see him naked. I knew that wasn't going to happen, but I got an idea. Like me, he slept in his underwear. If I got ready for bed early... but that would seem weird too.
"What'cha thinkin'?" he asked as he got his papers and book back in his lap.
I'd been sitting there holding my soda and thinking, and hadn't even opened the can yet. Duh.
Oh, just wondering how I could get you out of your pants.
"Nothin'."
"Yeah, right. What's up? Got an idea for the campaign tomorrow?"
"Um, no. Just thinkin', like ya do sometimes, ya know."
"Oh."
