I was fifteen the first time I did something with a guy. I had known I was gay for at least a year, and I hadn't figured out how to find out if any of my friends were yet. I lived in a small town, so there wasn't any big gay community or anything. The high school was so small it didn't even have a gay support club.
I had started puberty just before thirteen, and was the first among my friends to do so. Not all my friends were in puberty yet, some were still small, not interested in sex and girls yet, and totally bald down there. Jeff and Tony had hit puberty next, and Marcus was now starting to grow and get pubes and stuff. Just before high school started, I had more pubes than almost anyone in my eighth grade had, and my dick was growing a lot. It was over four inches by then, and my balls were getting to be bigger than DnD dice and hung down now instead of being tightly held up. I was also shooting a little sperm when I beat off. Not much yet of course, but at least it squirted something. Enough that I discovered how great it felt to rub it all around the head of my dick as it came out. And when I had a long wank, or I was really hot and bothered, or had seen something really hot that day, I squirted all the way up past my navel.
I was finding guys so attractive. The showers in seventh grade were only embarrassing, but in eighth grade they were huge turn-ons and proof I was gay. I was two weeks away from starting ninth grade now, and seeing lost more and even older boys in the showers was one of the things I was looking forward to. I had two good friends who were about as far into puberty as I was in my gym class, Jeff and Marcus. Marcus was still small, barely starting to grow, and was barely getting his pubes. He was kind of cute, but not very much. Jeff was more developed, had more than a few pubes, and was about as developed as I was. He was tall, with long legs and really long fingers. I was sure his dick was bigger than mine. And, boy, was he way cuter than Marcus. Most things about Jeff were hot. The way he walked, talked, moved, his body, his face, his hair, his eyes... yeah, I was kind of crushing on him big-time. But then I was crushing on a lot of guys. But Jeff was special.
If you want to know what Jeff looked like, there is this guy playing a bit part in "Married...With Children" who is the spitting image of him back then. I mean, they have to be related somehow. Season 3, Episode 18, "What Goes Around Came Around." About five minutes and twenty seconds in, when Bud and Kelly are talking at the lockers, two guys come running up and salute Bud and do a joke about the Pledge Of Allegiance. The guy on the right. I looked back at some pictures of us from those days, and that actor is just the fucking twin of Jeff back then. He even dressed like that - lots of cargo-pocket jeans, button-down shirts over white t-shirts. And his hairstyle wasn't far off at all either.
Jeff got along with all our friends, but he clearly hung out with me the most, and I knew he didn't get along with everyone else as well as he did with me. Sometimes I wondered if he'd even have any friends if he didn't know me. He wasn't the outgoing type. We'd met because he dropped his book next to me in the hall early in seventh grade. I picked it up and went to hand it to him and dropped it. We laughed when we both bent down to pick it up and hit our heads together. We both said, "I'm clumsy," at the same time, and then we just became friends. He became friends with my friends, but not like we became friends. I'd never thought of him as my best bud at all, and still didn't. I didn't have a best bud. I had always thought it was stupid to like someone more than someone else and had liked all my friends pretty much the same.
On the Saturday that my parents took my older brother off to college in the city, my parents allowed me to stay at home. Besides, my older brother's stuff pretty much filled up the car anyway, so me staying home meant they could take everything in one trip. They were going to be gone until Sunday evening. I was a good kid, a study-dork, and my parents trusted me enough to stay at home one night alone, and even to have one of my study-dork friends stay with me. I asked Jeff if he wanted to come stay over all weekend, and he did. Friday night we spent most of the time playing games with my brother. Saturday we had lunch with my folks and older brother, and then they left. Jeff and I had a great time alone, mostly playing video games and watching movies.
We were getting ready to watch Dazed And Confused, which Jeff had brought. I'd never seen it because I thought it was a druggie kind of movie. Most of my friends had seen it and said it was great, but I still hadn't seen it. Then he got something else out of his backpack and gave me his grin that meant he had an idea. It was a totally cute grin. I loved seeing it, until lately. Maybe I should point out that Jeff was starting to be more rebellious and daring lately. He held out his hand in a fist, and said...
"Three guesses what I've got."
His hand was closed tight, so it had to be small. I couldn't think of anything that would fit in his closed fist.
"Dunno, what?"
His grin meant it had to be something really wild.
"Remember how we said we didn't want to miss out on stuff? Like, how passing up on an opportunity to try something new is stupid?"
"Yeah..." I droned, wondering what he was up to.
His rebellious streak was growing a lot lately, and he'd surprised me and our other friends pretty often lately.
"Well, I got a chance to get something. Something we never tried. And I figured tonight was like a perfect chance to try it."
"What?"
