It was when I was just a couple of months from turning sixteen. For over a year I had been having feelings for guys, and being really interested in seeing the guys in the gym showers and in their skimpy gym shorts. Hell, I was interested in guys fully dressed, too.

I had a major crush on Jeremy, who was so cute it almost hurt to look at him. I liked guys with dark hair and fair skin, and Jeremy had both. He was also a bit athletic and in great shape. And in my gym class. I must have beat off thinking about him every day for over a year. But he was a jock and I was a nerd, so we didn't even talk to each other.

I wasn't very picky, but I was horny as hell. I would have messed around with anyone who tried to. Band dorks were all supposed to be gay, but it seemed like I was the only one. I even brought up the topic sometimes, but no one seemed interested in talking about it, let alone were actually gay. I guess they had to hide it too.

Some of my friends were the dark-haired type I liked so much, but I had no idea how to figure out if any of them were gay or anything. I was starting to think I was going to graduate a total virgin.

One day I was hanging out with some friends at Mike's garage - that was all fixed up as a rec room, with a pool table, a big screen and surround sound, a model-building workbench, and other neat stuff - when his friend Tom came over. Tom was in my algebra class and sat at the geek lunch table, and we had talked some, but he was Mike's buddy way more than mine. Today he came over and was wearing a pair of new jogging shorts. They were red with white piping around the leg holes and up the sides, and had very short legs. His mom had probably bought them kind of big, since he was growing a lot lately, like most of us were.

Anyway, Tom had black hair, which I loved, and a pale complexion, which I loved, and black eyes, too. He was on the skinny side of average, and on the short side, too. Thin red lips, nice smile, and almost no acne. Thin black eyebrows arched elegantly over his dark eyes. I'd seen him in the showers last year, and I knew he had pink nipples and no body hair except his pubes. Today I saw he was starting to grow hair under his arms because he was wearing a wife-beater with those baggy red shorts.

He was very Irish, with a last name that was probably straight from Ireland. I'd been paying attention to Tom for months now, but since he was Mike's friend, and I hadn't been good friends with him before, I was afraid of trying to get closer to him and tipping off him and the guy sabout how hot I thought he was. So I didn't talk to him any more than before, or act any different with him than I had for the years we'd known each other. That was hard to do. Tom was very hot now.

So he walked into MIke's garage wearing those baggy red jogging shorts and the bright white wife-beater t-shirt, white socks with two red stripes at the top, and black sneakers. The bright white shirt made his pale skin almost look tanned. His black hair was straight and neat, parted in the middle, and just long enough to be feathered back on both sides and cover his ears.

So the seven of us are sitting in Mike's garage, talking and laughing and having a good time, and I notice that Tom is just so hot. It's hard to keep my eyes off him. It has been for a couple of months or more. I guess I was extra horny that day, because I just couldn't stop looking at him. I had to force myself to look away a lot of times, and I had to be careful so that my boner wasn't showing. It was hell.

A couple of guys went home about six, so we all changed positions and locations, and that was when I saw that Tom's nut is just visible up the baggy leg of his red shorts. It was just sitting there in the shadow of his shorts, pink and wrinkled, and in danger of falling out further.  I instantly got hard again. I was the only one directly across from him, so I didn't think the other guys could see it. They didn't say anything or seem to, anyway.

Mike's parents ordered pizza for us, and as we ate, Tom was sitting with the plate on his lap, so his nut was hidden. I had a break from the boner for a while. We played pool again, and messed around, and at one point, Tom was sitting on the old car bench-seat along the wall, and as I eyed my shot on the pool table, I saw his nut was visible again. I figured the other guys were going to notice this time, and I felt sort of bad for him, and I really didn't want to have to be careful about looking, and all that, so I sat down next to him after I missed my shot, and whispered, "Your nut is poking out your shorts leg, dude."

He got so red-faced it was funny. He stood up and said he was going to the bathroom, and left. His butt looked good as he walked out of the garage. When he came back, he was still red-faced, and gave me a little nod and sat down.

James left about eight, and it was starting to get dark, so Mike closed the garage door and turned on the lights. There were four of us now, so we played teams in pool. Mike and Tom on one team, me and David on the other. Pretty soon, Mike and Tom were kicking our asses.

David was kind of hot too, with his sandy hair and brown eyes and nice lips, and an ass that was juicy and plump in his jeans. It was getting really humid and hot, and with the doors closed there was no breeze, so we all took off our shirts. Mike went inside and came back wearing black cut-off sweats. Nice legs, and his butt showed off nice.

After they beat us badly again, David said he was going home to change into something cooler. Mike, Tom, and I played three-way while he was gone. We heard some thunder, and then the rain came down pretty hard. David came in totally soaked, in blue swimming shorts and carrying his blue t-shirt. He took off his shoes and socks because they were totally soaked.

"That rain is cold!" he said.

So we went outside to get wet and cool off. It worked. The rain was sure cold, and it felt great. We got soaked, and when it stopped raining we went back into the garage, cooled down and soaking wet. We all had taken off our shoes and socks before going outside, and we kept them off as we played teams again.

Soaked, Tom's thin red shorts proved he wasn't wearing any underwear. Mike teased him about it, and his blush was so cute. You could even see the dark shadow of his pubes through the shorts. And they clung to his ass when he bent over to make his shots. Damn!

I got so hard it was embarrassing. They couldn't tell through my baggy shorts because I was wearing tighty-whities and the baggy shorts were kind of thick. When Creature Features came on, Mike put the old blanket on the couch so we didn't get it wet, and we watched the movie. I ended up sitting right next to Tom. He smelled like rain-soaked hair and laundry detergent. His thin shorts were still damp, and I could see the dark shadow of his pubes as well as the light, rounded lump of his head. I got a bonerus maximus!  I sort of held my hands in my lap to make sure they couldn't tell.

There was a part in the movie where the girl was running through the woods with her boyfriend, both of them in their underwear, being chased by the monster. Tom got a boner! I could see it growing and pushing up against his thin shorts. He covered it with his hands, and I looked up at his face out of instinct, and I knew he knew I had been looking. He got red-faced and I felt my face go red too. We both sort of grinned and looked back at the movie.

When the movie was over, David and I got ready to go home. So did Tom. Mike seemed kind of surprised, and asked Tom, "I thought you were staying over?"

"I feel all kind of gross from the rain. I want to take a shower and get into some dry clothes. I'll see ya tomorrow."

Mike said, "Oh," and started turning everything off.

We all walked outside and said goodnight, and the three of us got on our bikes. I saw that Tom's nut was hanging almost out of his shorts leg as he straddled his bike seat. Man, those shorts were magic. Baggy but with really short legs, and really thin.

We rode together to Maple Street, where David turned right to go home, and Tom and I went straight.

"I thought you lived that way," I said as we crossed the next block, nodding to the left.

"Kind of just want to ride with you a while. Is that okay?"

"Sure," I replied, kind of glad for the company.

And kind of glad for the view. Every time his leg went down on the side toward me, I could see his nut dangling out his shorts leg. Well, when we were under a street light, anyway. I got an idea.

"Hey, you wanna ride over to the Brazier and get a cone?"

"Sure. If they're still open."

I checked my red LED watch and said, "For another twenty minutes."

The lights were brighter and closer together that way, and the parking lot at the Brazier was brightly lit. We rode our bikes up to the order window and placed our orders, paid for them, then waddled our bikes to the pick-up window.

Man, Tom's nut was pretty much hanging out his shorts leg now. The bike seat had pushed the shorts way up. Man. It was all pink and wrinkly, and there a few short black hairs here and there. I could see it really clear in the bright lights. I was so hard it was kind of painful to stay on my bike seat.

We waddled our bikes to the corner of the parking lot and ate our ice cream, not saying a word. I kept looking at Tom's nut over my cone as often as I could, secretly imagining what the rest of his junk looked like now. I had seen it in the gym showers last year. I figured he would have grown a little, since he'd grown taller and broader since last year. I knew from the thin shorts that he had more pubes now. Last year he'd only had a kind of ring around his dick. It looked like now he had a patch about like I did.

We finished our cones just as the Brazier shut off the outside lights on the building and in the parking lot. I put my foot on the pedal to kick off, when Tom said, "Hey, Dill?"

"Yeah?" I asked, looking at his face.

He tugged the leg of his shorts over a bit, and let his nut show really well, and asked, "Wanna see more?"

I felt my heart skip a beat, or race, or something. And my breath caught. And my face went flaming hot.

His nut hung out in clear view. I could see the pale skin around the side of his sack.

"Huh?" I grunted.

I think I wanted to look away from his nut, but I didn't really think to. I was sort of mesmerized. I just thought, 'He knows I'm a fag! He's gonna tell!'

"I saw you looking all the time at Mike's," he told me.

He looked serious, but was sort of smiling too. He didn't look mad or upset or grossed out.

 "No I didn't," I lied. "I just noticed it that time I told you."

"No. You looked all night. I saw you."

I knew I was caught. I wanted to ride away as fast as I could and hope that he just forgot it. But I knew he wouldn't just forget it. He would tell Mark and the guys. I would be figured out. I'd lose all my friends. What could I do?

"If you wanna see, I'll show you," he said, and tugged his shorts leg over further.

Now I could see both his nuts and his entire sack and it all fell out. And I could see the soft, white flesh next to his sack.

I felt my dick twitch, and my heart racing. And my face felt like it was glowing in the dark. And I suddenly realized we were in the parking lot of the Brazier and anyone could see. I looked around frantically.

"No windows in the Brazier back here," he told me. "And no one can see us back here. The fence is between us and those houses, and no one is driving by."

"But..."

"We can go back to MIke's. He'll be in his room by now, and we can use the garage. I know where the key is hidden."

"What?"

I was so dumbfounded I couldn't make sense of what he was saying. I was just... totally freaked out.

"The windows are blocked so they can watch the big screen during the day, so no lights will show," he said, and tugged his nuts with his other hand.

I was so mesmerized that I hardly heard him. He sort of tugged and cradled his nuts as I watched.

"We can show each other what we got. And maybe do some stuff," he said.

"What?" I asked in shock.

"Whatever you want," he said, grinning. "If you want."

I hadn't meant what we could do, I had meant what the hell are you saying.

"If you don't want to, that's okay. Just, please, don't tell anyone about this. Okay? Or I'll tell how you kept looking all night."

"But..."

"I just thought you were... interested. Sorry. Forget it."

He pulled his shorts leg back down in place and tucked his nuts away. It was like the spell was broken. I looked up at his face and saw that he was kind of worried.

"Ummm," I stammered, trying to figure out something to say. "Uhhh..."

He looked right at me for a while, and then the back door of the Brazier opened. A guy was dragging out the trash.

"Forget it, okay?" Tom said, and put his foot on a pedal to ride off.

"No, wait!" I said quickly, and then didn't know what to say.

We looked at each other as the guy threw the trash in the dumpster and went back inside. He didn't even notice us.

When the door clanged shut, I blurted, "Let's go to Mike's."

He smiled really big then, and asked, "Serious?"

I felt like I was proposing robbing the Brazier as I said, "Yeah. Let's do it."

"Let's go!" he said happily, and kicked off.

We raced to Mike's. We rode up the alley and saw the house was dark. We put our bikes were they couldn't be seen from the house, and Tom got the key from under a fake rock and let us in. He locked the door with the bolt, we made sure the windows were covered, then turned on one light. We stood there for what felt like an hour, just looking at each other and sort of snickering and acting like little kids.

Then Tom said, "Why'd you tell me my nut was showing if you liked seeing it?"

"Because I didn't want the guys to notice," I told him. Then I thought for a second, and added, "And because it was giving me a mean boner."

Wow! Saying that really surprised myself. I didn't know I was that daring.

"So, you wanna see more?" he asked, slowly pulling the leg of his shorts up.

I had no idea he was so bold. I knew he wasn't the shy type, but this was way more than I expected from him.

I nodded and snickered.

"I'll show as much as you do," he said, his hand holding the leg of his shorts up just short of showing anything.

I swallowed hard. I remember how difficult it was to do that. And how my body felt like it was shaking all over. And how fucking hard my dick was.

I was tingling all over as I reached down and slid my fingers up the leg of my shorts and into the leg of my tighty-whities, and tugged them down, then up, and let my nuts fall out.

Tom moved his shorts leg and let both of his fall out. He stepped closer. I was looking down at his nuts hanging out of his shorts, and mine hanging out of mine, and thought, 'Is this real?'

"You boned?" he asked.

I looked up at his face and nodded, barely able not to laugh.

"Show me?" he asked.

Damn, he was so cute up close and embarrassed and turned on and everything.

I swallowed again. So hard to do. And then used my other hand to push the top of my shorts and underwear down. Tom did too.

We stood there with our boners poking out at each other. He had more pubes now, but they were still sparse and ragged. Mine weren't exactly much thicker. My dick was shorter than his, but his was thinner than mine. His balls looked to be about the same size as mine, but hung down a bit more.

He stepped up closer, and the tips of our dicks were almost touching as they bobbed and bounced. He pushed his shorts down far enough so that they were well below his hanging balls, so I did too. Then he reached out and grabbed my dick! Just like it was nothing! His hand was warm and soft as he moved it up and down a bit, taking the loose skin with it. I sighed without meaning to, it just felt so amazing to have someone else touching it.

"You can do it to mine. If you want," he said.