During the summer before ninth grade, high school in America, I was starting to be more and more sure I was going to be gay. We had changed clothes and showered in gym class in seventh and eighth grades, and seeing the other guys naked was really interesting. Sometimes I had thought that seeing naked guys was why I was thinking sex things about guys, and I would like girls more in time. But that was a hope that was fading quickly. Especially when my family went to stay with my mom's sister and her family that summer.
Beth and her husband and three kids lived in the country outside a small rural town. Their house was an old farmhouse, and the fields were now worked by a big company. They had bought the house a few years ago, and I liked visiting them for summer and holiday vacations. Their oldest was Jimmy, who was almost exactly six months older than me; then was Brady, who was nine; then Cassie, three. Jim and I got along great. We were almost like brothers. When we were small we had taken baths together the whole time I stayed there. We had stopped a couple of years ago. His was the first boy's dick I'd ever seen other than my own. We'd done the comparing thing a few times, and I'd had my first boner doing that with him when we were a lot younger.
The last summer we had compared again, and we both had got boners and jerked off together. We'd done that a few times. I was really looking forward to doing that again this summer. A lot.
So we arrived and got settled in, and Jim and Brady and I went out and ran around and had a good time. Jim, like me, was taller and deeper-voiced, and had a few pimples. His dark-blond hair was longer now, and his big, brown eyes were deeper. His face was round with a prominent nose and strong chin, and large, red lips. He was even a little taller than me, and surely stronger. I really liked how his pants showed off his big bulge, and his nice butt. He was looking really good.
I was such a dork by comparison. Skinnier, with reddish-blond hair, gray-blue eyes, narrow, pale lips, and a narrow face.
When we were alone that first day for a few minutes, we talked about having pubes now, and squirting when we beat off.
I asked, "So, you wanna do it again this summer?"
"Sure," he said with a big smile. "Been thinking about it a lot."
"Me too," I said with a nervous snicker.
I wondered if he liked it as much as I did, and if he maybe thought about guys as much as I did. I figured I could ask him sometime: We were really close, and I thought he was about the only person I could talk to about it. My friends were sure not open to talking about anything even slightly gayish. I was even sure I could tell Jim and he'd shrug it off, even though he wasn't, and we'd still do it.
So, we tried to get alone long enough to do it, but Brady was getting really clingy at nine, so we didn't have the chance. And they shared a bedroom, so it wasn't going to be easy. We stayed up late that night, playing video games, and when we were sure his little brother was asleep, we turned everything off then sneaked outside to the old woodshed in the back of the house. Jim's dad had fixed it up as a kind of man cave, with a pool table and big TV and a couch and stuff. It even had actual walls, a real ceiling, and carpet. One door, no windows.
"Dad keeps pornos in here," Jim said, picking the old-fashioned lock in the old wooden cabinet. "He probably thinks I don't have a clue."
There were three video tapes, and he put one in the VCR. We sat down on the couch and watched as girls and guys had sex. Man, it was hot. I'd never seen a porno before, so I was hard as iron.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Jim said.
"Totally," I agreed.
