Growing up in and around Vancouver, I knew what gays were. Even back then I thought that Vancouver was some kind of gay Mecca. I knew I was gay at about twelve or so. I wasn't really curious about girls at all. I was interested in seeing what boobs looked like, and what a pussy looked like, but, man, even thinking about boy parts made me hard.
By the time I was in seventh grade and changing and taking showers in gym class, I was certain that I was gay. It was almost impossible not to have an erection in the showers! I would go home and I'd have to beat-off as soon as I could. Sometimes more than once. I'd always think about the boys in the showers. Even at night in bed, I'd think of the boys in the showers, and in their tight gym shorts, and never girls.
And I started having really strong, deep emotions for Barry. And some other boys, too. But because Barry was my best friend, it felt weird to feel them about him. But, wow, he was so cute! We've known each other for as far back as we can remember. And Barry and me are both geeks. Dorks. Nerds. We like video games, and books, and playing role-playing games, aren't in any of the popular cliques, and we don't play team sports. And we get good grades. So we gravitated toward each other.
Barry is sort of plump. Not fat at all, not even close. Just... juicy. He has soft arms and legs, but you can see the muscles, too. His sides don't narrow down to a tight "V" like the jocks, but they don't widen out like the actually heavy guys. He's just so... in the middle! Gawd! He's average height in our class. And because he's so plump, his ass is so... just... it just sticks out! All round and soft and just begging to be rubbed and kissed. He has sandy-blond hair that's usually shaggy and a little short. He sometimes combs it, but it really don't behave right for that. A round head and face with soft features. Soft, gentle nose, soft cheekbones, faint eyebrows, and a gentle, rounded chin. And the most amazing blue eyes. Really awesome ones! And heavy, thick, light lashes. Wow. Plus, his lips, oh man, perfectly plump and red. Wide, too. When he smiles, it's like a magazine photo of a happy guy.
Me, I'm so boring. Brown hair that I part down the middle, brown eyes, kind of a long face, sort of oval I guess. Pretty thin lips, but at least they're nice and red. I'm not skinny, but I'm thinner than Barry. You can see my ribs most of the time, and my hip bones sort of stick out a bit. I'm tall. Taller than almost anyone else in my class. The only thing that stands out about me is maybe my butt. Because I'm skinny, and I ride my bike a lot, I have a butt that shows all that riding. It's nothing special, Barry's is way better, so are other guys', but at least mine is better than most.
So, anyway, I was waiting for Barry to come over to play some video games one afternoon late in the summer before going to high school in the fall. We were both barely fourteen.
Anyway, he rode his bike over to my place. And it was pretty hot, especially for Vancouver. So he gets to my place and I open the door and he limps in, holding his right leg and grimacing pretty bad.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
