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Let me start with a few basics. I was born in Missouri. My folks had six kids: three boys, three girls. I was the youngest boy and one sister was five years younger than me.

I discovered early on that I really liked looking at boys with no shirt on. Even when I was too young to understand why. A bare boy's chest just was so.. my older self wants to say; beautiful, sexy, hot. But at that young age I didn't know what any of those things were. I just knew I liked boys' chests. Don't get me wrong, when I got older I liked girls too, just not as much. If I'd ever had to choose between one or the other, boys would have won hands down.

I had started playing with myself around ten. Sliding down poles on swing sets, hovering over the water jet in pools, and eventually rubbing the front of my pants like crazy was just freaking amazing.

Why was I the only boy who knew about this? I wondered. Am I weird?

My brother, who caught me more than once, finally told me I wasn't a freak. He said I was a little young, but all boys figure out different ways to do 'it' in different ways and at different ages. What a relief!

My family moved around a lot when I was a kid. I remember living in five different houses before we moved to Florida when I was eight. Moving so much made it hard to make friends. I'd always try to pick one to be best friends with, but to the rest I was more like an outsider.

When I was eight, my father had gone to visit my oldest sister in Florida, found a great job there, and we packed up. All of us, except my oldest brother. He was old enough to live on his own and he wanted to stay. We moved to a central Florida town a few hours from Orlando. It was a great place to be a boy. You could wear just shorts and no shirt most of the year. There were times I played outside dressed that way on Christmas day. Funny thing about Florida ' almost nobody who lives there is really from there.

We lived in five more houses in Florida before I met Mark on the first day of eighth grade.

I was off in a corner by myself waiting for the bell and our teacher, when this guy just walked right up to me, arm stretched out, and said. 'Hi, I'm Mark.'

I didn't really feel like being bothered, but he seemed friendly, and he was totally cute. He had a huge smile. Clean face. Small kind of rounded nose. Light-red, thin lips. A hint of dimples as he smiled. He was pale for Florida, only a slight tan. Brown hair, kinda wavy and just a little curly, parted on the left, neat and tidy, cut shortish just above his ears. About 5'2", so a good four inches shorter than my 5'6". Not much muscle, but more than bony, lanky me. His eyes were the most beautiful light brown. Like cocoa. Ya know, he looked a lot like Albert from Little House on the Prairie, except his face was a little rounder.

He was wearing slightly tight jeans that showed he wasn't small and bald down there. No way! His button-front shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tennis shoes and low-top white socks. He mostly looked like your average guy, but he made my heart beat faster, my palms sweat, and my pants get tight in front.

He was hot! So I shook his hand before it got really sweaty, and said 'Hi, I'm Gordon.'

He looked at me with a puzzled grin, and said, 'You don't have any accent at all. You sound like you're from here.'

I probably had a 'what the fuck' look on my face as I asked, 'Accent? What were you expecting?'

He blushed! Oh so fucking cute.

He said 'Um, you're American.' Not a question, more an admission he had made a mistake.

He blushed even more! He was so cute! I thought I was going to bone up.

'What did you think I was?'

'I thought you were Mexican.'

I looked him right in those gorgeous eyes, and asked, 'Why?'

He said, 'You look like one. I mean, you're so dark.'

He was so red I almost made a joke about instant sunburn, but he actually looked terrified.

I was totally confused.

He said, 'Can we start over?' He smiled real big, those small dimples showing, held out his hand again, and said, 'Hi, I'm Mark.'

Cripes! He was so cute puppies would be jealous!

I shook his hand and said, 'Hi, I'm Jose.'

We both laughed. Okay. I had a new friend. At school anyway. His family had just moved from Michigan. Nobody in Florida is from Florida. He lived in pretty much the opposite direction from the school that I did, so no way we could be more than at-school friends.

As the day went on I met more new people. It seemed that there had been an invasion of Yankees into our school. I also found out I had three classes with Mark: General math, Science, and ' OH HELL YEAH! ' gym, sixth-period, last of the day. We didn't dress our first day, so no changing and no showers. Damn. But Mark and me picked lockers together. I was more than just looking forward to tomorrow! I couldn't wait to see more of him!

Day two of eighth grade. So by last period, gym, I had built up a lot of, ummm' hopes? So Mark and I get to our lockers and start undressing. First thing I noticed was that not everyone was wearing white underwear. There were colors; red, blue, and something new, briefs that were longer but tighter ' boxer briefs, but I didn't know what they were called. Man there were bulges everywhere! No boners, but some looked, ummm fuller? More than soft, anyway. Like mine! It was so difficult to keep it from it boning!

He took off his shirt, and I was like, wow! He was beautiful. His chest was perfect. Not bulgy or all muscle, just perfectly shaped pecs. Small pink nipples with unusually small brown rings around them. A fucking six-pack! Dude had abs! Smooth skin all the way down. Then he dropped his pants! He wore tighty-whites, like me. I tried not to look, I didn't want caught looking, but I took a quick peek out of the corner of my eye, and saw a nice, big, full bulge! Yes! No baldy little peenie down there! He had almost no body hair. His legs and body were smooth, and looked oh so fucking soft.

I was shocked that I didn't blow a full woody! Must have been nerves.

We finished getting into our gym clothes and went out to the gymnasium. Shirts vs. skins touch football.

I thought, no way! I'm dead! How can I possibly not get hard?

Mark was on my team. We were shirts. Both good and bad. Good, I wouldn't totally bone up seeing him shirtless the entire class, but bad, because I wouldn't get to see him shirtless the entire class. Then shower time. I tried not to look as he took off his shorts, but for the second time in a day I was checking out his package. But this time, it got even better. Totally naked!

Okay this year it was going to be hard to not be hard.

His skin looked soft and smooth. His legs and body had almost no visible hair. His pubes were dark brown but not a full bush, thin and just at the base of his dick. It was about three inches, not thick, about average. His head stood out ' nice edges. Both balls hung a little but not far down. They were well defined. Like pecans. Definitely two of them there in that smooth sack with no visible hair at that distance. His legs were smooth and slightly tan. Nice calves. His thighs showed a little muscle but fit his body. His upper body was barely darker than his lily-white perfectly shaped buns. His ass was fucking perfect.

Everyone looked in the showers, but I noticed he looked a lot, and was pretty sure he checked me out more than a few times. He didn't hide at all. He faced front and didn't try to hide his dick. He did not seem shy at all. He was confident. Not at all ashamed. Hell he looked great, why be shy?

Time went on, and I got better at looking without looking. I actually noticed everybody looked. I mean not stares or like they wanted to more than look, but at one point or another everyone looked at everyone else.

Mark looked. He looked a lot. He looked at me. A lot. I was starting to think' maybe?

Whether he was or he wasn't, he was becoming the best friend I had at school. We really synced. And I really liked him. You know what I mean. He was hot, fun, and everything. I liked everything about him. His hair, his body, his smile, his laugh, his personality, and mostly his incredible eyes. Such cocoa eyes are so rare and so beautiful.

Everything about him screamed sex and sexy. I must have been in love. In lust at the very least. I was jerking off thinking about him pretty much every day. I nearly forgot about other guys.

Where we lived was a lot of orange groves, corn fields, and small hidden lakes great for skinny dipping. I had fallen in love with being naked outside. Yep I was hooked. I loved being in the sun. I loved being naked in the sun even more. I loved beating it off in the sun the most. So where we lived was perfect for getting off in the great outdoors.

Things were going great.

Then, right before first quarter ended, my mom and dad said we were moving. That week.

My heart sank.

Then they said it was closer to Dad's work, and to our schools.

The same school?

Yup!

My heart beat again.

It was back to our old neighborhood, where we'd lived when we first moved to Florida.

We were kept out of school on that Friday to move. My other brother had graduated and joined the Marines at the end of that summer before eighth grade. I missed him. But because I was the only boy still at home, I had my own room for the first time in my life. In the new house, I would have my very own room that I had never had to share!

We got up early on Friday after being up late Thursday packing, then moved in several trips. Man I wished my brother had been there. I didn't even get my bed set up until like ten that night. I was beat. So I skipped my usual' okay, I hadn't beaten off.

Then, Saturday, I woke up hard as hell. But I had to pee, so I went, then everyone was up. Damn it. I missed my chance.

By noon I was done helping unpack, and Dad said I could take some time to learn my way around again. I wanted to set up my first room of my own the way I wanted, but the need to take care of a certain business was too strong to wait. So when Dad said go, I went. I was hard the second my foot hit the pedal. I took off on my bike pedaling as fast as I could. By the end of our street my shirt was off and over the seat. I remembered some small woods, and I wanted to whack off in the sun, so I made a left and took off, getting harder just thinking about it.

I had been only nine when we'd moved away from that neighborhood. Now I was back, and I was fourteen. I was old enough now that I was free to ride my bike wherever I wanted as long as I made it home on time. Now I stood about 5'6" and I was skinny, and I don't mean thin, I was skinny. No chest, noodle arms, and stick legs. If my shirt was tight enough or I was shirtless you could count my ribs from a block away. But I was tan as hell. I had sandy-brown hair that was really wavy, almost curly, especially when it got a little long before I was made to cut it, which parted on the left and swept across my forehead. If you saw me on the street back then you'd think I was maybe a surfer dude. I wore a lot of cut-off jeans. Really short cut-off cut-offs. I liked showing what I had, you know? And I liked not having pale upper legs. I didn't look like the semi-brain I was.

So now we were mostly moved in and I'd been given the green light to take off. So take off I did. I found those woods I remembered, got in a good hidden spot, and took off everything. Well, I kept my shoes on. If you've never lived in Florida, there are sand spurs and stinger needles. Shoes are highly recommended when off the beaten path.

It was fantastic. I walked around naked and took my time. I stroked then stopped, and dared myself to go further from my clothes. The sun felt so good on my bare skin. When I finally shot it was powerful. I pointed it at myself. I wanted it all over me. I wish I could say I thought about Mark, but I only thought about how the sun felt on my naked body. How good my dick felt in my hand. I shot all over my chest and stomach. I so wanted to leave it there, but' well I had to clean up. I was going looking for old friends, I didn't want to smell like dried splooge. I only had one option. I had never done that before. I only sort of tried at first, but then I wanted it all. I discovered I really liked my cum.

Okay, I'd taken care of one task, now I needed to find some kids my age to hang out with. My two friends from back then were out of the question. I still wasn't allowed to hang out with them.

Long story made short, the law was involved and I'd rather not get into details. Wasn't my fault, and my parents were right to do it. Let's just leave it at that.

So first I went to the bowling alley. Bunch of little kids and dads. So I headed back the other way, passed by our new street, and kept going. Past the old field. Nobody my age, so nobody to recognize from when I had lived there five years ago. I was getting discouraged, and hungry, so I turned my bike around and started home. I was halfway back when I saw a boy riding toward me. I sped up a little. We got closer. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. It was Mark!

We talked, and he took me to meet some of his friends. All younger than us. His little brother was there. Man they looked like different aged versions of each other. It was like a time mirror or something.

Now that we lived close to each other, we became inseparable. If I was there, he was. If he was there, I'd be there soon.

I couldn't have been happier.

A few weeks into the second quarter, Mark got grounded. His grades were bad. I knew he was struggling with science, but he had Ds in English and Civics. I had both of those classes too, just not the same period. I needed to do something, so I headed over to his place and knocked on the door. He answered and told he couldn't have company. I told him I was there to talk to his mom or dad.

He was totally shocked. After a bit I convinced him to call his mom to the door. I stood up straight, looked her in the eyes, and asked if I could tutor Mark. I told her what my grades were like and that I knew all Mark needed was some study tips. I even said if his grades didn't improve she could ground me too. By the way, by now I had only met Mark's mom twice. She asked if she could call my mom. I gave her the number. After they talked a bit, I was in his room and we hit the books.

Two tests later mark had a solid C+ and a note from one teacher saying the turn around was incredible.

Yeah, I totally impressed his mom.

The rest of the school year we did homework together, and by finals he was a B- to B+ in everything but English. He got a C in that.

Now I was his mom's favorite.

Mark kept sneaking looks in gym. Not just at me, which were harder for me to catch ' though I sure did ' but at all the guys. I was almost sure he was gay too. I just didn't know how to find out.

I was so deep into him by the time school ended. I thought about him all the time we weren't together. I pretty much only thought about him when I took care of business. I wanted him so badly it almost hurt.

I knew I was in love.

Summer. In Florida. Hot, humid, often stormy.

My soul was wracked with a storm of lust and love ' named Mark. I ached. Yearned. My desire for him was almost my entire being.

Then Heaven opened up and shined down on my unsuspecting and undeserving soul with its light of pity.

One day his folks and little brother went to Orlando for a day-trip. As a reward for his better grades he got to stay home instead of taking a boring trip.

We hung out all day, mostly around the neighborhood with other friends. We rode to his house to get some drinks and because the sky was getting dark really fast. A storm was coming. Common enough in Florida, especially in the summer. I didn't want to leave, but it looked like a bad one. I finally had to head home. Only I had waited too late. I wasn't a hundred yards from his house when they sky opened up and it fucking poured. I was instantly soaked and I could barely see. I turned around, and as fast as I could, raced back to Mark's.

I banged on the door yelling 'It's me! Let me in!'

He opened the door and I dashed in. I was soaked to the bone and dripping like a sprinkler all over the floor. I looked up and Mark was in only his underwear. And not the usual tighty-whites, but tight blue briefs. They showed off his package really well! So hot! I stared and started sprouting wood right away.

He told me, 'Strip and I'll get you a towel,' and went to get one.

I watched that great butt walk away.

I was shocked. He was almost naked, we were alone, and he told me to strip? And I was still getting harder and harder. No way!

Okay, I could see why, I was making a pretty good mess on the floor. But seeing him in those tight blue briefs, and then walking away, I was hard as hell!

The phone rang. I could hear him talking, but not everything he said, but soon I heard him say, 'Gordon's here. He got caught in the storm. Can he stay over?'

Stay over?

He leaned around the corner of a wall and said to me, 'Do you want to?'

Do I want to?

Y E S !

Be cool.

'I have to call my mom and ask,' I replied.

He told his mom that, said we would be okay, then, 'Love you too,' then hung up.

He came around that corner holding the phone and he held it out to me. He was still hard in those tight blue briefs!

I was almost too stunned at the sight of him to even think. I felt like I was in a trance. Maybe all my blood was down below and my brain was on low idle.

I called home, unable to take my eyes off of him. Mom was so relieved I wasn't out in that storm. She said yes, I could stay there, then I hung up.

He took the phone from me, took it back around that corner, then came back with a laundry basket with a towel draped over the side of it. And still in those briefs and nothing else! He hadn't pulled on some shorts or anything. Not that I minded one fucking bit! Damn he was hot!

He looked at me and said, 'Get stripped, damn it. You're making a mess.'

I was terrified. I was totally hard! I looked at the floor, at the mess I was making, and out of sheer shyness, then back at him. I looked down. His bulge was bigger than before. No way to miss that! I looked at the mess I was making on the floor again.

What choice did I have?

I started taking off my wet clothes.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. His dick was moving in his underwear. By the time I was naked it was just barely not poking out of the top of the waistband. He didn't even try to hide he was getting hard! He didn't look away from mine either. Which was out and exposed and fully hard. So embarrassing!

Part Two is in the works. Check back!