I grew up living in a massive trailer court a couple of miles outside Lansing, Michigan. I'm not kidding, it was huge! It was just outside town, trees on three sides, and two interstate highways right nearby. There were a bunch of factories and a truckstop, and some small stores, but not much else. The trailer park was so big it had three septic ponds! Man, they stunk something awful in the summer! Our elementary school was a couple miles south on a mostly empty county road, so we had to ride a bus, and our high school was even further away past that. We were so out in the middle of nowhere. It sucked.

I'd known I was gay since the start of seventh grade, just about the time puberty started. My friends were good guys, mostly brains and gaming dorks, and you would think that at least a couple of them were possibly gay - but there was no way for shy little me to find out. I'd tried talking about sex with them, and maybe trying to see how they felt about gay guys, but no one wanted to talk about gay guys, or anything but girls.

On the first day of high school, I saw so many hot guys, it was almost painful. But there was this one... his name was Scott. He was in my Algebra and Physical Sciences classes. And, I found out on the way home on the bus, he lived in the trailer park across the main road! Almost next door, kind of!

Damn.

He was smallish and lean, with slightly curly blond hair, wide dark-green eyes, ruby lips, and a splash of freckles across his cheeks. His complexion was medium, as if slightly tanned, all over. He wore khaki slacks and a dress shirt in solid colors all the time. Tan loafer-style shoes with brown or tan socks. Always neat and tidy, always organized, and always smiling. Almost perfect teeth that were very white. His face was so perfect - a nice round face and head, full chin that was rounded as well, slightly sharp cheekbones. He spoke very clearly, used very little slang or profanity, and had a great sense of humor. He was smart, of course. And he played the same fantasy games I and most of my friends did.

He was so fucking perfect. So hot. So nice. It was torture becoming friends with him.

I had the hots for him from day one, and it only got worse as time went by. Especially as we got to be good enough friends we hung around with each other at the trailer park. By the end of ninth grade I hardly looked at other guys. Well, I did, I just always compared them to Scott, and they always came up short.  

Tenth grade was kind of worse. Scott only got hotter, and I only got more desperate and more lonely. A couple of guys - rumor had it - had been caught making out after a party. They weren't part of my clique, they were preppies and richies. They didn't deny it, and it sort of died down after a couple months. I would have talked to them and asked them if the rumors were true, but I was far too shy. And since they were my 'betters' and higher up the social ladder, that made it even more difficult.

Some of my friends made fun of them while the rumors were going around, and since more than one of them were guys I suspected might be gay, I sort of gave up on anyone I knew being like me. Or ever liking me in that way.

Another thing that made tenth grade worse than ninth, was that I now had Scott in my gym class.

Oh... God.

His naked body was everything I had imagined. For the most part.

He was lean, but fit. Not skinny and bony, just no extra weight anywhere. His legs were good. His chest and stomach were great. His ass was fantastic. His... front parts were... man... yeah.

Okay, we were both about to turn sixteen, and we both were about the same depth into puberty and development - which was further than most guys our ages. He had very little hair on his legs, arms, or chest, and nothing on his face, but downstairs, he had a nice patch of pubes. The hair on top of his head was nicely blond, with darker shades of honey and lighter shades of gold weaving through it. Downstairs, it was pretty much all a light golden-blond. His skin was the color of a light tan all over, except where it was slightly lighter beneath whatever he wore when he was outside and getting sun. It had to be Speedos or bikini trunks, judging by the shape and placement of the tan lines. That only made his excellent ass that much more... fucking awesome. It was one of those plump, round, juicy asses. The kind that made me scrunch up my shoulders and wiggle. Inside, anyway. You had to really look to see the slight blond fuzz on his butt, but I really looked in the showers when I could. And I always looked down. He was hung. Nothing exceptionally long, or fat, just so nicely shaped and sized. It was a hanger, not shrunken and shriveled. Maybe four inches just hanging limp. Pinkish head, perfectly shaped as if right out of a biology textbook. Straight shaft, slightly pink near the head, slightly tan on the rest of its length. And the way his pubes seemed to match his skin tone down there... it was almost as if he didn't have any pubes.

God, I still remember that first day of changing and showering in gym class. We'd been friends since the start of the previous school year, exactly a year, so when we found out we had gym together, we were looking forward to having lockers next to each other - along with our other friends.

I was looking forward to it more than any of them were, I was sure. And for very different reasons. It was going to be nice to have friends at the start of the class and all, but having Scott there was the icing on the cake.

And it did wonders for my masturbation sessions. Wow!

Seeing that thing hanging and swinging as we walked to and from the showers... and as he dressed and undressed... wow! His balls were nice, too. Big and full, and a really nice sack with fuzzy blond hairs. Not too wrinkly, not all smooth and shiny. And it let his balls hang nicely, and sway side to side as he walked. And that butt!

Damn, he was perfect from hair to toes. And not just physically. He was a great guy, smart, funny, honest, caring, giving, forgiving, just about every good 'ing' there was.

Yeah, it was love at first sight, and it only became deeper over the year.

We both turned sixteen in November - me before Thanksgiving, him right after. We both had parties with our friends, playing games and watching movies. When he had his party, I had my license and an old car, so I drove some of my friends to his party. It wasn't my first time at his trailer. We'd been to each other's places quite a bit since we'd became friends just over a year ago. We could even walk to each other's trailers if we wanted to. We'd done a few sleepovers as well, usually with other friends at the same time.

The few times it was just the two of us were almost painfully hot. It was so tempting to try something. But Scott was as shy than I was. Some of our friends would make comments about girls, like, "I'd sure like to put my face between those tits and go phtpthpt!" Some didn't. Scott didn't, but he'd agree or smile, or join in the laughs, like the rest of us... but he'd also blush. Oh, shit, the way he'd blush! His cheeks would go red, his dark-green eyes would squint a bit, and he'd get that cute lop-sided grin. Fuck, was he so adorable when he was all embarrassed and blushed and grinning!

So, a month after we'd turned sixteen, on the last day of school before the start of Christmas break, as we left the lunch line together, he asked me if I wanted to stay over at his place the upcoming weekend after school let out.

"My folks and I are going to visit relatives in Florida for a week on Sunday. Want to come over on Saturday and stay the night? You can stay until about noon on Sunday."

Sounded good to me. Some of our friends were doing sleepovers for the weekend, and we'd both been invited to more than one. The big gaming sessions would be during the week, though, after the weekend. Scott and a couple of others were going to miss it.

I remember asking, "Anyone else?"

And I remember him looking at me, and saying, "No. Just you and me."

My other friends would have added, 'dude,' or 'man' at the end of that sentence. Or would have said, "No, dude. Just you and me, man." Not Scott. So cool.

And I remember how I thought at that moment... that there was something hidden in his answer. It was the way he looked at me, or the way he looked, or the way he inflected something he'd said. There was just something...

It made me feel special. It was like a cable connecting us for a moment. It felt as if there was just me and him.

I remember feeling like I was about to blush as I said, "Okay, cool," as cool as I could.

"Great. Come over as early as you can on Saturday."

"Okay. See ya then."

"Great," he said, with one of his soft, half-laughs.

He blushed. Not a lot, and nothing like he could when he was totally embarrassed. Just a flush of red on his cheeks, and a little bit of that lop-sided grin.

I asked, "You going to Mark's Friday night for the adventure?"

"Yeah." That's about as close to slang as he ever used. "It should be an awesome little adventure." Unless you count 'awesome' used properly as slang, which it isn't, as Scott would gladly inform you. He was in Honors English. I was nearly in Remedial English.

"We could go straight from his place over to mine," he pointed out.

"Sure," I agreed.

So, the Friday night short adventure was awesome. It went four hours and a half, and nearly all of us nearly died at least once. But we all gained levels and treasure and items. Then we redid our character sheets as we listened to music, then messed around on the video game system, and then eventually hit the rack.

I managed to get the floor next to Scott. Just being that close to him as he slept... fucking wow. Mark left a small light on so we could get up and use the can at night and see where we were going, so I was able to watch him sleep. He always slept on his back, usually with his hands behind his head. Before I finally fell asleep myself, I was sure I saw a boner change the shape of his crotch at one point. Totally sure of it. It was so difficult not sitting up to have a closer look, but I was so worried someone else would wake up and catch me. That was also the reason I didn't go to the can and jack one out. I was hard when I fell asleep, and so very hard when I woke up.

We had breakfast, messed around with things our characters needed to do for levels and other things in-game, and played some video games and listened to some music. We watched "Brazil" for the thousandth time, and then some of us had other things to do, some went to stay over at other's houses, and some stayed there for the next night as well.

Scott and I left to go to his place just after two.

I parked in front of his trailer and walked in behind him. The trailer was quiet.

"Folks not home?" I asked as we got drinks from the fridge.

"No. They went to see my uncle and his new wife downstate for the day," he said, handing me my bottle of juice. He was wearing that cute half-grin and a nice blush. "They won't be back until just before we leave for Indiana tomorrow."

Oh?

I nearly said that aloud. Nearly. Instead, I sort of stood there and stared, meeting his grin and blush with my own. Then he gave one of those soft half-laughs, too. The trifecta of cuteness.

God it was hard to breathe in that moment. The juice felt so very cold in my hand. I remember how cold it felt. And how the little shivers in my guts weren't from that.

He turned and headed toward the hallway. I followed, almost scared. I watched his perfect butt as he walked in front of me.

"You can sleep in the extra room, as usual," he said as we got halfway down the hallway. "Or not."

 Or not? I thought. Sleep where else? Usually, if I were the only one staying over, I slept in the extra room. If more than just me were staying over, we all used the floor, except whomever wanted the bed in the extra room.

When we got to his room, we tossed our packs on the bed, as usual.

"I need to change clothes and take a shower," he said, opening a drawer in his dresser.

"Yeah, I could use a shower, too," I said.

I'd been boned almost all night, and hadn't showered since yesterday morning. A shower sounded great. I'd showered at his and other friends' houses before, and they'd showered at mine. This was nothing new. I'd even gotten off in everyone's showers a few times. Scott's in particular. I was looking forward to a good session after the all-night boner last night. The dreams I'd had were full of Scott and some of the other guys.

He pulled underwear out of the dresser, then turned to look at me while still holding them. I found my eyes latching on them in his hand, thinking about how they had caressed and supported his so very nice privates so many times.

"I have an idea," he said, looking at me.

"What's that?"

"Well, I don't want to waste any water, so how about we take a shower together?"

I can remember how I blinked, over and over, for several seconds, before I gasped out, "Are you serious?"

"Sure. We shower at school every day. No big deal. We can save time and water and have more time to work on the characters and do other things."

He spoke quickly and without it sounding like his usual self. He almost sounded rushed or hurried. He was hardly ever rushed. And even when he was, he didn't sound like it.

There was a water shortage at the time. Nothing major, no big drought, just a dry spell. Water rates were way up, and requests to conserve water were on the news, in the papers, at school.

I don't have to tell you what I was thinking. The very idea of taking a shower with him, alone, at his place, with no one home...

I'd be boned, and I knew it. For a moment, I thought that might be a good thing. It would make the topic of sex be an almost certainty. It might lead to his getting boned, too. It could lead to...

Nothing. I knew, nothing. We'd laugh, joke about it, and then finish showering and get out and dry off and get dressed.

Do I dare shower with him? He asked. Not like I asked and he said no, which I was sure he would have. But, instead, he'd asked.

To save water and time.

Uh, sure.

No, he's got to be... something. Thinking the same thing.

Scott's gay?

He sure doesn't talk about girls like most of the guys do. He's the most shy about those girl-sex jokes. He offered to shower together. Alone.

Oh, man, I gotta take this chance.

Play it cool.

I put on my best, 'it's all cool' face, shrugged, and said, "Sure. We'll have more time for games and stuff."

"Great," he said, grinning a bit wider. "Get your stuff out."

A brief word from Scott and Eric.