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I was a pretty normal kid growing up quite a few years ago. Before 2000, let's just say. Well before. Before being gay wasn't such a bad thing. I was kind of a cute kid. Fit and trim, healthy, with sandy-blond hair and deep-brown eyes. Nothing special, but not bad at all. I was mostly a good kid, but I had my tendencies.

I figured out I was gay by twelve.

I'd been beating my meat for a while. I think I was about ten when we started looking at porno magazines that Matt's big brother gave him. We started jacking off almost right away. But we never touched each other, or even got close to each other - that was faggy. And we never got naked. We just got out dicks out and went to it. Still, I sure enjoyed jacking off with him. Pretty soon it was with other friends, too. None of us came, of course, but we sure did have dry ones. Those were some great times!

Anyway, I was almost twelve, and one of my friends was staying over at my place. He spilled his pop on his lap while we were playing a video game. He needed some dry clothes, so I lent him a pair of my sweats. He got out of his pants, took off his briefs, and I saw an entire naked body in person for the first time.

I instantly knew I wanted to touch him. I wondered what his dick and balls felt like. I wondered what it looked like when it was hard, and how long it got.

Anyway, seeing his naked body, and his dick and balls so clear and out in the open, sure turned me on, and gave me a raging boner.

I knew I was gay.

After that I sometimes spilled something on his lap, and on the lap of other friends staying over. I got to see a lot of dicks before the showers in junior high. But those showers in junior high... oh, yeah.

I made a new friend in junior high. I can't remember how we became friends, we were so different, but soon we were always together and he was in with my group. Race wasn't like us, though. He was more a bad boy than us. By the end of the first quarter of seventh grade I was smoking weed with him. Most of my friends would have been shocked to find that out. They would be, too, when they did find out later. My friends and I would trade stuff a lot between us, and I traded Race a VHS tape of a movie I don't remember the name of for a little baggie of weed. His older brother lived on his own and was maybe the biggest weed dealer in town.

John, one of my best buds, found that first little baggie of weed I'd gotten from Race just a few days before. He was staying over for the weekend and went to get the porn mag I'd traded my TMNT cards for. I'd liked them when I was younger but now didn't, but Tracy still did and had gotten tired of the old Oui magazine he'd gotten from his older brother. So John got the magazine out of the hiding spot in my closet and found the weed I'd hidden to the side of it. I'd thought he wouldn't notice it, but he did. He was shocked, and then wanted to try it. So I got John high for the first time. We had a blast!

I hit puberty just before my thirteenth birthday. I was growing down there, and getting hairs down there, and I was even hornier than before. I started beating it off every day for sure - at least once. And I was starting to make fluids. Not squirting anything, just getting wet when I came. It was salty and sweet and I loved it.

When I turned thirteen, my secret wish as I blew out the candles was to have sex with a guy. Me, John, Jeff, Matt, and Race were all secretly stoned at the time. None of my other friends, not even the ones at the party at the time, knew about the weed. My folks would have freaked if they knew.

So, just after mid-terms in seventh grade. We had a week off for Easter break. John was staying over. He was in my gym class, so I knew he had pubes too. And boy, did he have a growing dick. One of the biggest in our grade. And about the biggest nuts, too. Hard to tell for sure in the showers - you know how it is.

John and I were playing video games, and I arranged to spill his soda in his lap when I won. All I had to do was swing my arms out as I won and knock his soda over off the little crate we kept them on between us as we sat on the floor at the foot of my bed. You'd think they'd learn, but good thing they didn't. Turns out, John was smarter than I knew.

"You wanna borrow dry sweatpants again?" I asked as he brushed his shorts with his hands.

"Sure," he answered nonchalantly.

I got up to get them, and he got up to get out of his wet shorts. He was wearing blue jogging shorts. As he pushed them down, I saw that he didn't have any underwear on. And he had a nice ass, too.

"Going commando?" I asked with a laugh.

"Too hot for underwear," he answered, tossing his wet shorts onto the floor, then reaching for the cut-off sweats I held out.

He held them for a few seconds, then said, "Do you care if I don't wear them? It's so fucking hot."

We didn't have the A/C in the window yet, just a box fan, and it was way warmer than usual for spring.

"No, go ahead," I said, hiding my smile. "Want another soda?"

"Nah."

So we played video games, him in just his t-shirt. I kept glancing over when I reached for my soda. His pubes were barely a complete circle around the base of his dick, but not much more than that. Straight and sparse. I had always thought pubes were 'short and curly', and had seen some naked men and women in a couple porn mags, and theirs were. Mine were pretty straight too.

But his pubes weren't the center of my attentions. His long, thin dick was. It had to be an inch longer than mine. Where I had a rounded, sort of blunt head, he had a longer, pointed head on his. It was the rosy color of his head that was the most interesting. My head was pretty much flesh colored, but his was a sort of soft pink. He also had more skin ruffles behind his head than I did.

I was busting to ask, so I did. It took me a few seconds, but I managed to do it. I asked, "So, you wanna do it?"

He looked at me, away from the game, without pausing it, and asked, "You serious? Just... do it? Right now?"

"Yeah. I'm horny as fuck," I said. "I'm dyin' to bust a nut."

He shrugged, then said, "Okay," and put down the controller. "But let's get a fresh buzz going first."

"Good idea!"

We secretly had sex all through our school years.

Our senior year, we agreed to tell our folks. It wasn't easy, or neat or tidy, but we did it.

We graduated and got good jobs. We got a house on the north side of town together. You know how it is after high school, how you lose touch with even the best of friends? So by the time we were twenty, only a handful of guys were still in touch. Those guys began to figure us out. So then we were down to just a few old high school friends. The fact that they stayed friends with us after figuring us out, and weren't married or didn't have a family to celebrate with like the other few friends from high school did, led to two of them coming over on the Fourth of July three years after high school for a few beers and a great view of our little town's fireworks. Which led to all of us finding out they were both gay too. They even hooked up together, but that only lasted a couple of years.

And since we're being totally honest here, yeah, we had more than a few foursomes those couple of years. Great couple of years!

Six years after high school, John and I got better jobs, working together at a place on the north side of Louisville and moved there.

We were still together when he died in 2014.

I'm too old to bother finding someone else, and I really don't think I would want to even if I wasn't this old. John was it. My one and only. And I'm more than just happy with that - I'm overjoyed with that fact.