TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Nick's Tale
It was with my straight best friend. It just sort of happened.
I grew up living in a tall apartment building in a major city. I lived on the fourteenth floor. Most of my friends lived in the same building, and we went to the same school. Two other guys in the building were in my grade, but I didn't get along with Marcus at all. He was a total jerkwad. Jeff, though, was my best friend.
By the time I hit puberty at fourteen I knew I was gay. It was just after 2000 and there were some guys at school who were out about it. I was trying to be, but I was just too shy about it. I was pretty shy about everything. I guess that's why Jeff and I got along so well, he was pretty shy too.
We were both fairly geeky. We were into role-playing games and liked reading books. While we weren't studs, we weren't total dorks either. Jeff sure wasn't, not to me. He had the most awesome blond hair, a bit wavy, and his mom cut it for him and his little brother, so it was usually a sort of almost bowl-cut. Fluffy and wavy and so light a blond it was nearly yellow-white. Big blue eyes the color of a cold winter sky, a square face with bold, firm features, a fairly long nose, Cupid's bow lips the color of subdued red lipstick, and a fair, smooth, clear complexion. Oh, and braces. He was sturdy and solid, just a bit of love-handles on his sides, a bit of a bulge at his stomach, slight bulges over his pecs, and big, pinkish nipples. No skinny boy was Jeff, but he was far from being fat or sloppy. He also had a big, round, full butt, and a package that clearly proved he was well-endowed indeed. Oh, how I wished all through junior and senior high that I'd have him in a gym class, but not once.
We spent a lot of time at each other's apartments and had a lot of sleepovers. I'd gotten to see him in his tighty-whities more than a few times, but they were brief glimpses as he changed from his school clothes. But those glimpses! Man, he had a nice, big, round, full ass! And he absolutely stuffed the front of those white briefs! The jiggle as he stepped out of his jeans and into others... wow! I sometimes could just see a hint of his fat head. It looked... gigantic.
Anyway, when we were both seventeen, myself just barely, I was over at his apartment right after school on a Friday. We were going from his to my apartment, so I could change clothes, and then we were going down the block to the arcade for while, until we had to be back home for dinner. Then he was coming to my place to stay the night. His mom was pretty religious and insisted on family dinner together, even though her husband, Jeff and Joe's dad, had died a few years ago.
So, I got to watch Jeff step out of his jeans again. Man. I always looked down at my hands, apparently, though my eyes were craned to the side so I could see him.
Damn if he didn't have an almost boner! It was making a tent low down the front of his briefs, pushing out enough that I could make out the shape and contour and even a bit of the color of his head through the thin white material of his Fruit-of-the-Looms. It was big enough that it hid his balls.
I blew the hardest, fullest boner! I mean, it was just... throbbing!
Then he turned to the side to get jeans out of his dresser, and I saw a profile view of him, and got a good angle of his pert, full, round ass, but most interestingly, of how far outward his boner was pushing his briefs. I mean, it was really shoving its way out in front of him.
I can still remember the immense thrill that flashed through my body at that moment. The tingling excitement of seeing just how well built he was, even through his briefs.
When he stepped into his jeans, I saw how his boner tried to angle more upward, but ended up angled almost horizontally, shoving out a massive tent as he pulled his jeans up around his waist.
I was so hard! And thrilled.
I did my best to get my boner to go down, but it was probably still pretty obvious as I stood up to follow him to the front door. It was still hard when we got to my apartment. I was going to have to change in front of him with a boner. Well, he had. But... damnit, this was so embarrassing. I hoped he didn't look as I changed into my street clothes. I kept my back to him as much as I could. I was pretty sure he never even looked my way.
So we had a great time at the arcade, came home for dinner, and then he came to my place.
I wished I'd had time to beat one out, but we'd gotten home just at dinner time and he'd come right over. So there I was, still a bit excited and worked up.
The phone rang, Mom answered, and then she told us she was going to spend a few hours with her girlfriends. Dad wouldn't be home until just after ten. We had almost four hours.
We played video games and worked on DnD characters. We had a game tomorrow over at Benny's with the guys. We were sitting on my bed, working on our characters, when Jeff put his stuff aside and stood up to stretch.
Oh, God!
I clandestinely slid my eyes up and over and saw that nice big bulge, and I was sure he had another erection! It was making an almost pointed tent in his jeans, just to the right side of his fly.
"Want a soda?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
He went to get them and I admired his great ass. The jeans he was wearing sure contoured nicely to his round globes. He might be a dork, but man, did he have a great ass!
When he came back, I noticed that he'd rearranged his junk. He still had an erection, most likely, but now it was tucked lower and didn't make as much of a tent. Though it still was noticeable. Somewhat.
I was dying to see him naked. I knew that wasn't going to happen, but I got an idea. Like me, he slept in his underwear. If I got ready for bed early... but that would seem weird too.
"What'cha thinkin'?" he asked as he got his papers and book back in his lap.
I'd been sitting there holding my soda and thinking, and hadn't even opened the can yet. Duh.
Oh, just wondering how I could get you out of your pants.
"Nothin'."
"Yeah, right. What's up? Got an idea for the campaign tomorrow?"
"Um, no. Just thinkin', like ya do sometimes, ya know."
"Oh."
So we went back to work on our character sheets and began drawing our characters with colored pencils. Hey, I told you we were gaming geeks.
It was one of those moments when you just ache to tell your best friend you're gay. It was almost... palpable, that desire to tell him.
I settled for a slow approach, even though I knew I'd never get around to actually telling him. So I asked, "What do ya think about Bryce Henderson? Coming out like that?"
He was the most recent guy at our school to publicly come out. It had been less than a month. So far he seemed unmolested and not being abused or threatened. I had asked all my friends about the other gay guys that had come out. Not that there were many, but I wanted to know what they thought of it, ya know? This was the first time I'd asked Jeff about Bryce.
"Pretty gutsy," he answered.
"Ya think he lost any friends?"
Jeff shrugged, then said, "Maybe. Some guys are assholes."
Oh? Really. That's encouraging.
"If he was your friend, what would you do?"
"Nothing. I couldn't care less," he said cooly, then added with a laugh, "So long as he didn't try to convert me or something."
I joined his laugh, then asked, "So you'd stay his friend?"
"Sure. If one of the guys said he was a rump ranger, I'd be okay with it. So long as he didn't make a big deal about or something. Get all militant, like Mike Walker."
Mike Walker was now the LGB Club president and so outrageously flamingly gay that he turned me off even thinking about joining the LGB Club or hanging out with them at all. Everything he did, everything he talked about, was gay rights this and gay rights that and how oppressed gays were and how horrible homophobes were and on and on and on. Yet every gay guy and gal at school that was out was just fine and not being beaten up or threatened or anything. Most just went about their day and seemed perfectly fine. Except Mike Walker and his crony hag Jessica Bentley. They were always protesting and dressing wild and just pushing everyone away that wasn't as militant and outrageous as they were.
I had to agree.
"Yeah, that guy gives me the creeps," I said honestly.
"No shit. I mean, yeah, be gay, be as gay as you want, but don't be shoving it in my face every hour and every day, day after day. I don't shove my being straight in his face."
"So, I know you're not a homophobe or anything, but you'd really be fine with one of our friends coming out?"
"Yup."
He looked right at me, and for a second I thought he was going to tell me that he knew I was gay, or was going to ask me if I was.
Then he said, "My cousin Jenny is."
"Really?" I barked, shocked.
She was cool. Somewhere in her mid-twenties. Funny, a riot to be around, outgoing, and just one of the nicest people I'd ever met. She was over at Jeff's place at least once a month to visit. I really liked her. Now I might like her even more.
"Yeah. She told us about a year ago. So, yeah, I really don't care if someone's gay or lesbian or bi or whatever. Just so long as they don't bother me about it and act like I owe them something."
This was awesome! I almost felt like I could tell him!
Almost.
No, I didn't.
"Yeah, I think I'd be okay with one of the guys being gay or whatever," I said. "Especially knowing Jen is."
"Kent Peters is in my Social Studies class. He sits right next to me. He's a pretty cool guy."
One of the out gay guys. Kind of cute, but not my type. Too skinny and beanpole. And I didn't like his boring brown hair and eyes.
"Cool," I grunted.
The phone rang. Damnit. It was Benny, the DM we were playing DnD with tomorrow, checking to make sure I was going to be there. I told him I was, and that Jeff was too.
"Benny checking in to make sure we'd be there," I told Jeff when I got back to my room.
"Cool. Tell him I was too?"
"Yup."
"Cool. Hey, should I make my cloak blue or black?"
And that was the end of our interesting conversation. For a while I forgot the gay thing and was just a guy again.
Then Jeff's guts gurgled. Loudly. Comically. Enough so that we both laughed. Then he got sort of serious and said, "I think..." Then he leaned toward me, aiming his ass the other way, and let out a fart that was close to record breaking. Geeze, we cracked up! I'll never forget that one! Then he said, "I think I gotta go destroy your toilet now."
As he walked through my door, he stopped, lifted a leg, and let out another ripper. Geeze!
He was gone for like twenty minutes. I was seriously considering going to check on him when he finally came back, looking a bit pale.
"I'm gonna go home and get some clean underwear," he laughed.
"Oh, man!" I laughed, then asked, "You really dropped tracks?"
"Man, something in the lunch at school today gave me the trots. I laid down a skid mark that would make a race car jealous!"
"Geeze. Fine."
Want me to come with? If you're changing your underwear, I'd love to watch that!
Then I noticed a small white bundle in his hand.
"That them?" I asked, nodding toward his hand.
"Yeah. Gonna toss 'em."
"Well, go ahead. You can go commando for a while."
"And what do I sleep in?"
"I can lend you some new ones," I thought aloud.
I got up and went to my dresser and pulled out the open package of new briefs. I yanked out a pair and tossed them at him. He held them up and against his front side, checking size.
"I think they're kinda small," he said slowly.
"Try 'em on and see. If they don't fit, then you can head home for a pair. And you can toss yours in the kitchen trash can. The bags from Poppa's will cover 'em up later."
"Huh," he thought for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Then he walked out my bedroom door to trash his briefs and try on mine. Just a couple of moments later, to my utter shock, he stepped into my room, laid the new underwear on the top of my dresser, and dropped his jeans.
His t-shirt almost covered the view, but it was just short enough that everything from his pubes downward were fully exposed. And he didn't turn away, either. I saw everything! I got so hard so fast! It was painfully compressed in my underwear.