I was a lonely kid. I was born in Alabama, but my folks moved to Florida when I was five, just before I started school. I had one friend while I grew up in the sunburn state. He lived around the corner in the sub-division where we lived. It was mostly old folks. Florida. Like we say, no one is from Florida, they retire here. So one friend up until we moved when I was eleven. To Wisconsin. Talk about culture shock! And wintertime! My first winter up there was a frozen hellscape. I was shy anyway, and having moved at eleven, I had a hard time making friends. I didn't really want to make friends. I figured we'd move again anyway.

But, one day in sixth grade, just a few months after we'd moved, I walked around a corner in school and collided with another kid. We both dropped our books and almost lost our balance and fell over each other. It was kind of funny, kind of scary. Thankfully, the guy laughed, and we picked up our books and stuff.

"You're the new kid, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"My name's Joe."

So I had to tell him mine. Steve. I was called Stonk back in Florida,  not of my own choosing, for a couple reasons.

Joe was golden-blond with honey highlights, green eyes, just a few freckles, slightly plump but not even close to fat, a little tall, and had the nicest smile. Maybe I was attracted to him right away. Hard to remember. I do remember thinking he seemed really nice.

So we went our own ways. I saw him a couple more times that day, and the next. He was in my class and sat alone. I saw him in the lunchroom sitting with three other guys. They were all normal kids, not athletic or brainy, just somewhere in the average I guess. Some girls sat on the other end of the table. I sat alone, until the next day, when Joe came up to me during class and asked me if I wanted to sit with him and his friends for lunch. I agreed, feeling worried. Like I said, I was shy and all. But I sat with him, Case, Dan, and Phil. They were decent guys. We got along.

Over the next couple of weeks, we all became friends. They had been friends for years, growing up together. Though Phil was new, only going to our school for two years now. They were just average guys, mostly into science and science-fiction stuff. I was a little interested in the that stuff, just not as much. I was more of a fantasy nerd. But our tastes overlapped enough that we could watch the same shows on TV and liked many of the same movies and books. So we were sort of natural friends.

Everything was fine, until between seventh and eighth grades, when I started liking seeing guys naked in the gym showers, and liking the naked pictures of guys on the fledgling internet of the late nineties. Oh, I had a computer. My dad was a graphic designer and I got his old computers when he upgraded. Mom did some taxes and finances for folks around the neighborhood, so she got the older computer I'd had when I got dad's old one.

So, yeah, there I was, thirteen, and looking at naked guys on the internet. Videos were difficult back then, because dial-up internet was so slow and videos were so huge. It took so long to download one video that I'd see dozens and dozens of pics and end up getting off on them before the video was downloaded, so I'd save the video for later, and likely start downloading another one. You kids today have no idea how good you have it in so many ways.

Anyway, yeah. I was figuring out I was a fag. That's another way you kids today have it so good. Back in the nineties, being gay wasn't nearly as 'nothing' as it is now. Back then, you'd lose friends and get picked on for even beings suspected of being gay. Actually admitting it would get you nothing but scorn and ridicule and loneliness. And beat up all the time. It meant you'd be alone, unless you did something risky and dangerous, and then you'd probably get sick with AIDS and die. So I hid it, of course.

I'd seen Phil and Dan in the gym showers in seventh grade. In eighth I watched Phil get pubes and grow down there, and I saw Case naked. Not to mention all the other guys. Yeah, I really enjoyed seeing them all naked, wet, walking around swaying and dangling. Case and Phil were developing, I was somewhere between them, and Dan was still small and smooth. I suspected Joe was the most developed of us, as he was the tallest, broadest, and had acne first. He was also becoming the most attractive of the guys. Aside from the guys I didn't hang out with and wasn't friends with. Joe was hot. Dan was kind of cute, but no puberty yet. He had nice blond hair, nice blue eyes, and a nice face and bod, just smooth and small still. Phil wasn't attractive, not with his black hair and brown eyes and really soft, fat bod. Case was definitely cute. Strawberry-blond hair, blue-gray eyes, just a few freckles, lean but not skinny, nice butt, and plump, red lips. His pubes were so light that they looked invisible. That was really interesting. Plus, well, he was hung nicely. It was never shrunken up and short. The pink tip hung just below his pink sack. Pink nipples, too. Everything pink and cute and... well, you know. Of all four of my friends, I'd seen those three naked, and Case was the hottest. But Joe was the hottest anyway, even though I'd never seen him out of his underwear or swim shorts.

By the summer between junior and senior high, The four of us were all developing along well. Poor Dan, though, was still short, lean, and totally smooth down there.

That summer, the five of us were spending the night in the woods behind Case's house, in his tent. When it was late, talk turned to girls and sex, and jacking off. And, well, boys are boys. We compared. We all shoved our hands down our shorts, got our dicks hard, and bet on who had the biggest one. Then we got into a small circle, pushed our shorts down, and shoved our hips forward. Well, there was no contest. Joe was huge! I had about four inches. Phil's was almost exactly the same size as mine. Case was long, at least five inches. But Joe... man, that thing looked like six inches already! And thick, too. Big, bulbous head on it with prominent upturned coronal edges and a deep cleft with a big slit in it on the end. And balls! Man, he had huge ones! They even hung down quite a bit. Big ones. All that blond hair around the base... I was so impressed! But Case wasn't anything less, not really. Not as big a dick, smaller balls than mine, but those awesome pale pubes, all that pink everywhere. Phil was the hairiest, with that black hair growing in densely, and even showing up on his upper thighs. Dan, though. Poor guy. If he had three inches it was barely. Thin, too. And that small little sack. At least his sack hung down, not like Phil's. He had bigger nuts, but his sack was still up high and tight, not to mention slightly darker than anywhere else.

Talk turned to how much we squirted, so, of course, we found out.

I have to say, that was the most intensely sexual thing I'd experienced yet. I shot off right away, and earned the nickname 'ol speedy'. I shot quite a bit, too. More than usual. Hell, I was so turned on it was hard to hide how intense and powerful it was. I nearly shot some onto Case's legs even though we were on our knees. Case got off next, and barely dribbled a couple times. Then Joe shot off a nice big first squirt, then dribbled quite a bit. I'd still shot the most by far. Phil squirted a sort of shower of droplets. Not a lot, but more than nothing, for sure. Poor Dan tried, and said he got off, but all that came out of his short little dick was some wetness.

So I won for distance, quantity, and speed. Geeze.

Joe won for dick size and biggest balls and most pubes.

I wish I had a long story about the entire event, but I can only remember doing it, and the sizes and results. I remember it felt fantastic, and was so much fun, but not much else. That might be my first sexual encounter of sorts, but it's not the focus of my story. That happened almost three years later.

Yeah, three years. During those three years, sometimes two of us would compare by pulling it out but not taking down our pants or underwear, but those were rare and very quick. No jacking it, no squirting to see who made the most or shot the furthest or anything like that. It was usually just dicks, balls kept tucked away out of sight. Joe dared to pull them out once, when we had just turned sixteen. We'd drank a couple beers he'd swiped from his old man, and we'd gotten a bit tipsy, and we pulled it all out and compared. He was huge! It was well over six inches then, and his balls were massive! I very badly wanted to have a jerk-off session and see how much he shot now, and how far. I can remember imaging seeing his balls sway to and fro as he jacked his long, thick dick. Right there as we compared. I actually envisioned that. Oh, man, how badly I wanted to reach out and give him a hand-job! Or lean over and suck that thing until I tasted his thick, gooey semen squirt into my mouth!

I was shocked that I even thought such things with him right there, his balls and dick hanging out, mine hanging out.

I almost asked if he wanted to repeat the 'how much and how far' contest, but I wasn't bold and daring enough. We put our junk away and talked girls. I kept daring myself to dare him to jack it off, right then, in his room, together, talking about boobs and pussy and having sex with girls. Oh, if only I had those kinds of guts.

But I didn't.

So we fell asleep.

I kept hiding how gay I was. At least I wasn't swishy, so it wasn't hard to hide.

Now, Matt, a guy I wasn't friends with, had that problem. He did his best to hide it, but he couldn't entirely. He was a grade behind me, going into eighth grade. I'd noticed he seemed girly. More than a bit. When I started high school with the guys, we heard that Matt had been called a fag and didn't deny it. He cried and ran home from school in the middle of the day. So, yeah, everyone around heard and knew about it.

I was intrigued. To say the least.

Matt lived just a few blocks away from me. He was kind of cute. I had odd taste, yeah. Matt had really red hair, like copper or a bad sunburn. Intensely blue-gray eyes. Not a single freckle on his pale, smooth face. Nice lips, mostly plump, though his upper lip rarely met his generous lower lip and left his white front teeth exposed most of the time. Long, lean, narrow face. Almost kind of Elven. He was thin, for sure, almost skinny. And slightly tall, but not very. Just about an inch taller than me, and I was pretty average. Mostly I noticed how long his fingers were. And his arms and legs. And his nose. Long, lean, narrow - that was Matt.

So, yes, I suspected he was long and lean down below, too.

And now he was pretty much outed as gay.

He missed two days of school. We heard that the school made a big deal about how anyone teasing or pestering Matt would be expelled. We also head that when he went back to school, that he sat alone in the cafeteria, and his friends moved to a different row of gym lockers and didn't even talk to him in class now.

I felt really bad for him. And I knew I had work harder to hide what I was or face the same fate.

I didn't dare go talk to him at his house. What if I was spotted? No way. Though I wished I could do it. If for no other reason, to let him know he wasn't alone. If I could even tell even him.

So three years go by. I'm seventeen, starting eleventh grade, a junior in high school, and hiding how gay I was pretty well. None of the guys had dated yet, though most of the other guys in our grade was or had. Some had done it with a girl, or even more than one. But not any of the five of us.

I hadn't seen any of the guys' dick in person for over a year. We didn't compare anymore. I still got to see Dan and Phil in gym class. Phil was growing nicely, and hairy as fuck. Ewww. Dan was finally developing. He had nice pubes now, though not nearly as much as most guys our age. He was still a little behind. But at least now he had decent balls and a nice, long, narrow dick growing down there. It looked like it was going to get over six inches for sure. His ass, though, was magnificent. Rounded and plump and nearly perfect.

I'd had Joe in gym last year, and man, he had at least seven inches down there. All plump and bulbous and juicy. His balls too. Big, heavy, pendulous. And his nice bush. Nice ass, too. Not as perfect as Dan's, but almost.

Case was hot. I hadn't seen him naked, or even his junk, since freshman year when we were fourteen. High, narrow butt. Kind of... not so great. Nice dick and balls, though. I often wondered what it looked like now.

I had a crush on a guy named Kyle. He was in Matt's grade. Slim but not skinny, and red hair too. Sparkling gray eyes. Narrow lips, narrow frame, pointy nose and chin. Kind of dorky. Still, pretty attractive to me. He was in my gym class, so I say everything. Not bad at all! Nothing special, but everything was nice indeed! I so wanted him! Pink everywhere, like Case - nipples, sack, head of his dick. Pink and pretty.

And Matt. Now he was a sophomore, so I saw him every day at school. I wished he was in my gym class. In my fantasies, I put his face on Kyle's body. They were enough alike it seemed entirely likely. Pink, pink, pink. Red hair, red pubes. Long and lean everywhere. Yeah, it was easy to imagine Matt's body using Kyle's.

That first day of junior year, I walked into Chemistry Two and there was Matt and Kyle. What a treat! I already knew none of my four friends was in the class with me, so seeing two hot guys in there at least made it bearable. Kyle had a couple friends in the class, so their four-person lab table was easily filled. I, however, didn't, so I was put together with the other dorks and dweebs - Matt included. In fact, he became my lab partner, across the table from two brainy, dorky chicks. It was heaven!

It was sort of like fate. But, hell, two dorks in the same class, no friends in the class, what else was going to happen?

It was hard to get Matt to open up. He was well-set in his ways by now. He didn't want to talk or interact at all, just what was needed for the class. The girls seemed okay with his being gay. They even got him to laugh and talk a bit after a couple of weeks. The four of us were actually becoming a bit friendly.

Boy, did I get the works over being a lab partner with the school homo. I explained that I had no choice. But what did that matter to high school kids?

 So, of course, I was sort of really happy in the class. I got to meet and get friendly with the other gay guy, and had the perfect excuse for it.

And, let me tell you, sitting next to him at that lab table was pure eye candy. Matt was adorable. His blue-gray eyes were soft, but complicated. They had grains of blue and gray mixed, with a dark ring around the outside. His face was so smooth and clear. Pale and almost alabaster. Narrow face with narrow chin and high, sharp cheekbones. Nice lush, red lips. His upper had a strong Cupid's Bow to it, and was usually up high exposing his strong, white front teeth. His lower lip was also plump and red, and almost pouty.

He had such elegant hands. Long, lean fingers, quite dexterous, with long, rounded cuticles and nails. He kept them trimmed short, I mean they were very oval and elongated. The knuckles weren't prominent, instead, almost soft. Lean arms, flat chest, flat tummy. Long legs. And, well, how could I not notice that he wore boxers? Sometimes there was a nice, long, definite bulge on one side along his lean thigh. Sometimes there was a nice, full, plump, rounded bulge on one side when one or both of his balls were bunched upward. On rare occasions, there was no mistaking he had an erection. It was clearly visible running down along his thigh in his jeans. Oh, wow, I loved that rare sight!

He always smelled like soap and Stetson. Nice.

Things were good, except the times I'd hear about or see someone giving Matt a hard time. I hated that.

I think I sort of loved Matt. I mean, he was the only other gay guy I knew, or even knew of. And I got to sit next to him for an hour every school day. But that wasn't enough.

As our first quarter wound down, I asked Matt if we could study at his house after school. He seemed really shocked. I think he almost said no, but instead, he said, "You sure you wanna risk being seen at the homo's house?"

"I sit with him every day already. What's the big diff?"

"That's at school."

He had a point. But so did I.

"We need to study, right? I do, anyway. I do with a couple friends who have Chem Two too, but it would be kind of cool if I could study with my lab partner. Besides, what about later in the year when we have to work up a lab experiment together?"

So he gave me his address and wrote it down. It wasn't all that far, and in a really nice neighborhood. The girls across the lab table giggled, and one said, "Don't worry, we won't tease you boys about your date and we won't tell anyone."

"Oh, ha-ha," I mock-laughed.

But I was pretty sure they weren't kidding. They were nice. Dorky girls can be either really nice or really mean.

So, on Saturday morning, I got all fixed up. I mean, I didn't think I was going on a date or anything was going to happen, but I was going to spend some time at a gay guy's place. I didn't want to ruin any chance I might have, you know?

I found his place easy enough. Really nice! His folks had money. When I knocked on the door, his mom answered it.

"So you must be Matt's lab partner, Steve."

I said, "Yes, ma'am."

She was kind of pretty. She had that red hair and blue-gray eyes and slim build. I wondered what his dad looked like. She took me upstairs and to Matt's room and left us alone. Holy crap. He had everything. His room was like a fever dream of prosperity and wealth. His computer made my dad's obsolete. Not to mention his huge big-screen television and stereo system. Posters of planets and constellations and nebulae. He was way into space!

And he was gorgeous! I could tell he'd fixed up too. Perfect hair, nice jeans that showed off things, tight t-shirt. He smiled all nice and cute as I walked in and said, "Hey."

"Hi. So, welcome to my house."

He was super nice, and extra friendly, and really hot. He had a nice desk that we sat at, and had already brought in a spare chair. We worked on memorization and formulas and such for over two hours before his mom stopped by and said she was going out for a while.

Did he know she was going to be gone? What about his dad? Did he have a sister or brother at the house? Were we going to be totally alone?

Turned out, yeah. His mom went shopping with his two younger sisters, and his dad was out playing golf and then was going to do things with his friends until even later.

And, damned if Matt didn't get right to the point. His mom and sisters hadn't been gone ten minutes when he asked, "So, Steve. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What?'

"You know I'm gay. So, are you?"

"Uh, what?"

"I mean, you almost have to be to come over like this. And all dressed up. And looking down at my lap."

I felt my face go hot and red. I felt like I'd been exposed. I was scared.

When I didn't say anything, mostly because I was petrified, he leaned in close, kind of slow, and then planted a kiss on my lips. I was frozen as he leaned back and asked, "Do you want me to do that again? Or do you want to leave now?"

I had to force myself to say, "Again. Please."

I felt my chest get tight and warm as he leaned in again. My heart fluttered something weird as our lips met again.

This time, they stayed together, and moved together. In a matter of seconds, we had our hands up under each other's shirts and were rubbing and stroking and kissing and I was almost out of my chair.

"My bed," he said between kisses, and I followed him there, never taking our lips apart.