I was thirteen when I got to do something with a guy the first time. I sort of knew I was going to be gay about eleven. I remember swimming at the community pool and being really interested and tingly when I looked at some of the older boys in their swimming trunks. I was so curious about what they had in those trunks. Not to mention that their butts seemed so... sexy, I guessed. I didn't know what it was about boys, but my eyes were always drawn to scantily clad boys. In the summer after sixth grade, I remember spending all the time I could at that pool, my dick hard, looking at boys swimming. The girls were sort of interesting, but not much, and definitely not as interesting as the boys. I was especially drawn to boys with sandy-blond hair and blue or green eyes. But, hell, any boy would do to get me hard by then. I barely had my first pubes and no idea what was going on yet.
I learned to jack off that summer. I caught a boy jerking it off in the showers at that pool. There were stalls with plastic curtains you could shower in, and I was watching a really cute boy walk ahead of me. His butt was making me really hard and it was starting to show in my trunks, so I ducked into a shower stall when he did. There was a guy in there, about sixteen or so, standing sideways, bent over a bit and looking down at the floor, jerking it off. I saw him doing it for a few seconds before I let go of the curtain and ducked into the next open stall. I copied what I'd seen, and was immediately hooked. I must have jerked off for an hour in that shower stall, until my dick got red and puffy and I absolutely had to stop because it was getting more sore and painful than pleasurable. I didn't cum. Not at all. Not that I remember. No big rise in pleasure level, no pulsations, nothing like that. Just a constant enjoyable tingling as I played with it.
But that night, in bed, as I played with it for the second time, I had my first dry orgasm. I remember my body wracked with torturous pleasure, my back arched so that my butt came up off the bed, and the pulsing and throbbing intensity of my first orgasm as it twisted through me.
I guess jacking it off every day, sometimes three or four times, started my puberty development, because during that summer my dick grew a lot, and my balls dropped and grew way bigger. By the time I started seventh grade and changing in the showers, I was one of the biggest boys in my gym class, and had almost the most pubes of anyone in my year. I was just over average in height and build, but I had one of the longest dicks and the most hanging balls in the showers. A couple of boys had some hair above their dicks, but I didn't yet. But still, my dick and balls were as big or even longer than most of the other boys in my year. There were other boys with bigger ones, for sure, just most of them were a year older. Except for one.
I had four good friends in my gym class, and they were mostly still bald down there and were still really small overall. Peter, so ironic a name, had brown hair and eyes, and was pretty good looking, but had such a small dick and balls he was teased about being a girl in disguise. David was part Latino had a few wispy hairs around the base of his dick, which were easy to see because they were black, like his eyes. His body and dick and balls were growing fast too, but still not as nice as mine. Carl had sandy-blond hair like I loved, and green eyes like I loved too, and was so cute to me recently. His dick was growing, but still hairless, and his balls were dropped and looked really nice. And he had the cutest butt in there. Steve had reddish-blond hair, freckles, and brown eyes, and was super-skinny. His dick wasn't very long, but it was nice and fat with a fat head on it, but his balls were still hidden in a round, featureless sack. Marcus was mostly African-American, a dark caramel color, and had a nice long one even though it was still hairless. HIs sack was all wrinkly and his balls were hard to see, and he had one of the nicest butts in the showers. They were my closest friends in gym class, and we chose lockers next to each other. I loved watching them change into our gym clothes, seeing them in those short shorts during class, getting naked after class, showering, and standing around until everyone was out of the showers before the coaches let us go to our lockers.
