I don't really remember my first time. I remember how my best friend Shawn and I used to play with each other's dicks when I slept over at his house. His mom had something wrong with her leg, and couldn't use the stairs, so she slept in the room downstairs that was turned into her bedroom. That left me and Shawn the whole upstairs alone. I don't remember when it started, only that one night he said he knew something fun to do that Zack showed him. Zack was the teenaged son of one of Shawn's mom's boyfriends who used to live with them. They had just moved out, and I was sleeping over one night, and Shawn wanted to show me this fun thing he had learned from Zack.

I was about six or seven, and Shawn was about seven or eight. He was a almost exactly a year older than me, and the only other boy who lived anywhere near me. We lived around Salt Lake City, as in outside of the city and its suburbs. We were closer to Utah Lake than Great Salt Lake. Beautiful area. But there weren't many houses around.

So that night, Shawn showed me how to play with my dick. It was a lot of fun, that's all I can remember about it. We did that when I slept over at his house for a long time. Several years.

I remember when I was twelve, and Shawn had his thirteenth birthday party, and he had a sleepover that night. We were all twelve and thirteen, and some of us were getting pubes and growing bigger all over. We all showed our dicks and balls, and our hairs if we had any. I had only a couple long ones that were far apart, but I was pretty proud of them. Shawn had a fuzzy patch at the base of his dick. Tom had the most hairs, and the biggest dick and balls of all of us. Mike had some fuzz and the next biggest dick and balls. Then Jason had a few fuzzy hairs and a big dick and balls. The rest of us still had small dicks and small balls, and no real hairs at all.

We got boners and jerked off in front of each other. It was really fun. Especially when Tom made sperm come out of his dick. I'd seen Shawn make a sort of sticky drop of it the last few times we had jerked each other off, but Tom actually made a bunch of drops shoot out of his dick. Mike made a couple drops at the tip, like Shawn could do, and Jason just made the tip of his dick kind of wet.

I wondered that night if I was gay. Most of my friends talked about girls now, and I did when they did, but I preferred looking at guys. I wasn't all that sexually interested in guys, but girls were just not interesting at all. When I did think sexually about anything, it was about boys. I liked looking at boys' butts. I liked guessing at what was making those bulges in boys' pants. Girls' breasts were jiggly and gross. Girls seemed weird and boring. I wasn't sure yet, but I was sure worried about it.

The next weekend I slept over at Shawn's like usual, and no other guys came over, almost like usual, and Shawn and me jerked each other off, like usual. And like was usual now, Shawn made a couple drops of sticky and slippery jizz when he grunted and groaned, and then his dick got soft. Mine stayed hard, as usual, and as usual I kept jerking myself off once Shawn had his sprinkles.

We went to junior high school, and I saw boys in the showers. Wow. Now I had no doubts I was gay. Seeing boys naked, and wet, and sometimes bent over, I knew what I wanted to do with my dick. I loved gym class. I wasn't particularly sporting or a jock, but I loved changing clothes with the other boys, and watching them in their gym shorts, getting peeks up the short legs of those shorts, seeing them walk to the showers, and shower, and walk back to their lockers. Asses, chests, legs, dicks, balls... I loved seeing naked boys. When I jerked off alone, I thought of the boys at school, and my friends, and boys on television and in movies.

Shawn and I kept doing it when I slept over and no one else did, all through seventh grade. Shawn's pubes grew out more, and his dick got bigger and longer, and his balls grew, and he squirted more and more as the months went by. I got real pubes, and my dick and balls started really growing, and I even began to shoot a bit of white stuff instead of just dribble clear sticky stuff.

And then summer break came, and I sort of lived at Shawn's house. We did it during the day too. Sometimes we did it three or four times a day. A couple or three weeks into summer, we were doing it in his room when Mike came over. We didn't know he was there until he was at Shawn's bedroom door. We didn't even know then, because we were on our backs on his bed and jerking each other off.

I still wasn't sure I was gay, but tonight I was going to become very sure of it.

"How long you guys been jerking each other off?" Mike asked.

We sat up instantly and covered our boners. I didn't know what to say at all. I looked at Shawn and he looked at me, and we both were silent, and then we looked at Mike.