Let me start with a few basics. I was born in Missouri. My folks had six kids: three boys, three girls. I was the youngest boy and one sister was five years younger than me.
I discovered early on that I really liked looking at boys with no shirt on. Even when I was too young to understand why. A bare boy's chest just was so.. my older self wants to say; beautiful, sexy, hot. But at that young age I didn't know what any of those things were. I just knew I liked boys' chests. Don't get me wrong, when I got older I liked girls too, just not as much. If I'd ever had to choose between one or the other, boys would have won hands down.
I had started playing with myself around ten. Sliding down poles on swing sets, hovering over the water jet in pools, and eventually rubbing the front of my pants like crazy was just freaking amazing.
Why was I the only boy who knew about this? I wondered. Am I weird?
My brother, who caught me more than once, finally told me I wasn't a freak. He said I was a little young, but all boys figure out different ways to do 'it' in different ways and at different ages. What a relief!
My family moved around a lot when I was a kid. I remember living in five different houses before we moved to Florida when I was eight. Moving so much made it hard to make friends. I'd always try to pick one to be best friends with, but to the rest I was more like an outsider.
When I was eight, my father had gone to visit my oldest sister in Florida, found a great job there, and we packed up. All of us, except my oldest brother. He was old enough to live on his own and he wanted to stay. We moved to a central Florida town a few hours from Orlando. It was a great place to be a boy. You could wear just shorts and no shirt most of the year. There were times I played outside dressed that way on Christmas day. Funny thing about Florida ' almost nobody who lives there is really from there.
We lived in five more houses in Florida before I met Mark on the first day of eighth grade.
I was off in a corner by myself waiting for the bell and our teacher, when this guy just walked right up to me, arm stretched out, and said. 'Hi, I'm Mark.'
I didn't really feel like being bothered, but he seemed friendly, and he was totally cute. He had a huge smile. Clean face. Small kind of rounded nose. Light-red, thin lips. A hint of dimples as he smiled. He was pale for Florida, only a slight tan. Brown hair, kinda wavy and just a little curly, parted on the left, neat and tidy, cut shortish just above his ears. About 5'2", so a good four inches shorter than my 5'6". Not much muscle, but more than bony, lanky me. His eyes were the most beautiful light brown. Like cocoa. Ya know, he looked a lot like Albert from
Little House on the Prairie, except his face was a little rounder.
He was wearing slightly tight jeans that showed he wasn't small and bald down there. No way! His button-front shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tennis shoes and low-top white socks. He mostly looked like your average guy, but he made my heart beat faster, my palms sweat, and my pants get tight in front.
He was hot! So I shook his hand before it got really sweaty, and said 'Hi, I'm Gordon.'
He looked at me with a puzzled grin, and said, 'You don't have any accent at all. You sound like you're from here.'
I probably had a 'what the fuck' look on my face as I asked, 'Accent? What were you expecting?'
He blushed! Oh so fucking cute.
He said 'Um, you're American.' Not a question, more an admission he had made a mistake.
He blushed even more! He was so cute! I thought I was going to bone up.
'What did you think I was?'
'I thought you were Mexican.'
I looked him right in those gorgeous eyes, and asked, 'Why?'
He said, 'You look like one. I mean, you're so dark.'
He was so red I almost made a joke about instant sunburn, but he actually looked terrified.
I was totally confused.
He said, 'Can we start over?' He smiled real big, those small dimples showing, held out his hand again, and said, 'Hi, I'm Mark.'
Cripes! He was so cute puppies would be jealous!
I shook his hand and said, 'Hi, I'm Jose.'
We both laughed. Okay. I had a new friend. At school anyway. His family had just moved from Michigan. Nobody
in Florida is
from Florida. He lived in pretty much the opposite direction from the school that I did, so no way we could be more than at-school friends.
