I was fifteen the first time I did something with a guy. I had known I was gay for at least a year, and I hadn't figured out how to find out if any of my friends were yet. I lived in a small town, so there wasn't any big gay community or anything. The high school was so small it didn't even have a gay support club.

I had started puberty just before thirteen, and was the first among my friends to do so. Not all my friends were in puberty yet, some were still small, not interested in sex and girls yet, and totally bald down there. Jeff and Tony had hit puberty next, and Marcus was now starting to grow and get pubes and stuff. Just before high school started, I had more pubes than almost anyone in my eighth grade had, and my dick was growing a lot. It was over four inches by then, and my balls were getting to be bigger than DnD dice and hung down now instead of being tightly held up. I was also shooting a little sperm when I beat off. Not much yet of course, but at least it squirted something. Enough that I discovered how great it felt to rub it all around the head of my dick as it came out. And when I had a long wank, or I was really hot and bothered, or had seen something really hot that day, I squirted all the way up past my navel.

I was finding guys so attractive. The showers in seventh grade were only embarrassing, but in eighth grade they were huge turn-ons and proof I was gay. I was two weeks away from starting ninth grade now, and seeing lost more and even older boys in the showers was one of the things I was looking forward to. I had two good friends who were about as far into puberty as I was in my gym class, Jeff and Marcus. Marcus was still small, barely starting to grow, and was barely getting his pubes. He was kind of cute, but not very much. Jeff was more developed, had more than a few pubes, and was about as developed as I was. He was tall, with long legs and really long fingers. I was sure his dick was bigger than mine. And, boy, was he way cuter than Marcus. Most things about Jeff were hot. The way he walked, talked, moved, his body, his face, his hair, his eyes... yeah, I was kind of crushing on him big-time. But then I was crushing on a lot of guys. But Jeff was special.

If you want to know what Jeff looked like, there is this guy playing a bit part in "Married...With Children" who is the spitting image of him back then. I mean, they have to be related somehow. Season 3, Episode 18, "What Goes Around Came Around." About five minutes and twenty seconds in, when Bud and Kelly are talking at the lockers, two guys come running up and salute Bud and do a joke about the Pledge Of Allegiance. The guy on the right. I looked back at some pictures of us from those days, and that actor is just the fucking twin of Jeff back then. He even dressed like that - lots of cargo-pocket jeans, button-down shirts over white t-shirts. And his hairstyle wasn't far off at all either.

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Jeff got along with all our friends, but he clearly hung out with me the most, and I knew he didn't get along with everyone else as well as he did with me. Sometimes I wondered if he'd even have any friends if he didn't know me. He wasn't the outgoing type. We'd met because he dropped his book next to me in the hall early in seventh grade. I picked it up and went to hand it to him and dropped it. We laughed when we both bent down to pick it up and hit our heads together. We both said, "I'm clumsy," at the same time, and then we just became friends. He became friends with my friends, but not like we became friends. I'd never thought of him as my best bud at all, and still didn't. I didn't have a best bud. I had always thought it was stupid to like someone more than someone else and had liked all my friends pretty much the same.

 On the Saturday that my parents took my older brother off to college in the city, my parents allowed me to stay at home. Besides, my older brother's stuff pretty much filled up the car anyway, so me staying home meant they could take everything in one trip. They were going to be gone until Sunday evening. I was a good kid, a study-dork, and my parents trusted me enough to stay at home one night alone, and even to have one of my study-dork friends stay with me. I asked Jeff if he wanted to come stay over all weekend, and he did. Friday night we spent most of the time playing games with my brother. Saturday we had lunch with my folks and older brother, and then they left. Jeff and I had a great time alone, mostly playing video games and watching movies.

We were getting ready to watch Dazed And Confused, which Jeff had brought. I'd never seen it because I thought it was a druggie kind of movie. Most of my friends had seen it and said it was great, but I still hadn't seen it. Then he got something else out of his backpack and gave me his grin that meant he had an idea. It was a totally cute grin. I loved seeing it, until lately. Maybe I should point out that Jeff was starting to be more rebellious and daring lately. He held out his hand in a fist, and said...

"Three guesses what I've got."

His hand was closed tight, so it had to be small. I couldn't think of anything that would fit in his closed fist.

"Dunno, what?"

His grin meant it had to be something really wild.

"Remember how we said we didn't want to miss out on stuff? Like, how passing up on an opportunity to try something new is stupid?"

"Yeah..." I droned, wondering what he was up to.

His rebellious streak was growing a lot lately, and he'd surprised me and our other friends pretty often lately.

"Well, I got a chance to get something. Something we never tried. And I figured tonight was like a perfect chance to try it."

"What?"

I still had no clue. I was thinking maybe some kind of tool or toy.

He turned his hand over and opened his fingers. In his palm was a small paper tube, about three inches long, and not much thicker than a nail or screw. It looked like a fat, blunt, paper-wrapped toothpick. It took my brain a second to process it. Then...

"Oh my god! Is that a joint?!" I gasped, low and quiet, as if everyone were home and might hear me.

"Yeah! James gave it to me. He said it's really good stuff, and we should only take a hit every half-hour or so until we were sure we could handle it."

His grin was really wide and still really cute, but I still got chills.

"I don't know..." I said, wondering if we were even going to stay friends any longer.

I hated the thought of not being friends, but he had brought drugs into my house! Yeah, I was that kid.

I was about to tell him to throw it away or leave with it.

"Come on! We talked about this stuff. You even said you might try it before college, so you know what it smells like and what it does, so you're not a total dork by then."

"Yeah, but I meant after high school. Not a couple weeks before it even starts."

"If we get a chance then. But we got a chance right now," he said, making a good point. Then he went on to make more good points. "We can give it a try tonight, alone, with no parents around, and no older brothers, and if we freak, we have all night and most of tomorrow to sober up. Besides, we'll just smoke a little, and see how it goes. Not like we'll smoke the whole thing and trip or something."

"What if we freak out and do something stupid?"

"Like what? It's only weed. We both know it's not like acid or mushrooms. No bad trips. And James is my bro. He wouldn't give me bad shit. He knows I've never done it. Hell, he even offered to smoke some with me and show me how."

When his face got that color of red, I knew.

"You already did some!" I gasped.

He laughed, then said, "Yeah. I didn't want to just tell you, or something. But, yeah, I smoked some with James a couple times."

I wasn't totally surprised. Like I said, Jeff was getting pretty rebellious and daring and shit.

"When?" I asked.

"First time was after my birthday a couple months ago. Then again for the fireworks show."

"I knew it!" I told him. "You were acting so weird!"

"I was not!"

"Yes you were! You seemed like you were half-asleep during the whole fireworks show."

"Because I was like mesmerized by the colors! This stuff makes colors and stuff so vibrant and awesome!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. And it makes funny shit even funnier. That's why I want to smoke it for this movie. Dazed And Confused is supposed to be so funny, and James said it would be a shame if we didn't see it stoned."

"I dunno know..." I said, still not sure at all. In fact, I was pretty sure I didn't want to. But then Jeff put on his begging face.

Man, there is almost nothing I won't do for Jeff when he does that face. Telling Jeff no when he's doing that face is like kicking a cute little puppy. Then he said...

"Come on, man. We might not get another chance to do this for years. And I really want to do this with you. Being stoned is so cool. It's like... freeing. It feels so fun. And I've been dying to share that feeling with you, man. You're like my best friend, and I want you to check this out with me. And watching Dazed And Confused is a perfect way to do it. Remember, freak-outs happen because someone is on a powerful drug and has a bad experience, or gets scared, or has a lot to deal with anyway. That's what they say. And pot doesn't make you freak out anyway. And we'll be watching a funny movie, not a horror flick, so you'll be fine."

He was really going to talk me into it. I knew it right then. I could tell by the way he was putting on that face, as well as the way he was talking. And he was making a lot of good points. I was more than enough of a nerd and and dork to have read about drugs and their reactions, and I knew as well as he did that pot was about as safe a drug as there was. Even less dangerous than alcohol. It didn't cause hallucinations, or emotional distress, or even physical distress. The biggest worry while using pot was that it might lead to high levels of anxiety or fright, if used in a frightening or dangerous situation. So watching a comedy was not going to make me freak out. Not even if I smoked far too much of it. The worst that would likely happen is I'd get hungry or fall asleep.

"You don't have to worry about anything. I've smoke enough that I know how much you should smoke, and I'll know if you're going to start acting weird or something. And James said I can call him if you start freaking and he'd come and help out, even if him and Karen are going at it."

James was a standup guy, and if he'd said that, I was sure he would even pull out of Karen's vag and come if Jeff called him. That got me thinking about how if James was such a decent guy and older brother to Jeff, and smoked pot, then how bad could pot be?

My stomach flipped over as I realized I was about to let James talk me into trying pot.

"Okay. But call James right now and make sure he'll come over if I go bonkers or something."

"Sure!"

He got out his phone and called his brother.

"Hey, Jimbo... No, he's not freaking out! We haven't even lit it up yet. He just wanted me to make sure you'd come over if I called if he did... okay."

He handed me the phone.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Hey, dorkus. Don't sweat it. That's some good weed. Nothing mixed in with it, and it's got a great body and head buzz. It'll make your body feel different, and your head will feel different, and you'll have changes in your thinking. It's all good. Whatever you feel will feel stronger, so stay happy and have a good time with it. Go with it and don't be afraid. If you let yourself be afraid, then you'll probably get more afraid. If you just relax and enjoy it, you'll enjoy it more. If you feel paranoid, like your folks are going to come back early, or the cops are outside waiting to bust in the door, it's the weed playing tricks. Trust my little bro and you'll be fine. Okay?"

"I guess."

I gave Jeff the phone, and he talked to James a bit about the same kinds of things, and then Jeff hung up and looked at me.

"So, you ready to have the best time yet?" he asked.

"Uh, I guess so."

"No, don't guess so, know so. Believe me, if you relax and go with it, you'll see why so many people love this stuff. I could smoke it every day, but I know it makes you lazy when you smoke too much, so I only let myself when it's a special reason. And the most special reason is to show my best bud how much fun it is."

Man, he was making me feel really good talking about me like that. I'd known he kind of considered me his best bud, but now I knew I was.

"Okay."

"Great! Let's go watch it on the big screen, with the surround on!"

So we went downstairs, and by the time I had the movie started, he was sitting on the couch with the joint and a lighter, grinning that cute grin. Man, I had some butterflies in my stomach as I sat down next to him.

"What if my parents smell it when they get back?" I suddenly worried out loud.

"Don't worry! The pizza later will cover it up, and we can spray the air freshener every time we hit it," he said.

"I don't know..."

"Okay, tell ya what. We'll go smoke it on the patio, and then come in and watch the movie."

"Okay."

I felt better about that. My parents didn't smoke, and our house always smelled like different things in different rooms, due to whatever air freshener mom bought. We had one of those battery operated automatic ones in most rooms, including the bathrooms. Knowing the smell of pot, which I knew was potent, wouldn't be in the house was a big relief.

So we walked out to the back patio, sat down in the dark, and he told me how to hold it, then showed me. Then told me how to suck it gently and hold the smoke until I couldn't any longer. He told me how to get plenty of fresh air along with the smoke by not sucking just on the joint, but pulling in air around the end of the joint at the same time. Then he demonstrated. Then he lit it and showed me for real. Then he handed it to me.

My first hit of pot make me cough it out almost immediately. The second wasn't as bad, but I still didn't hold any in. By the time almost half of the joint was gone, I was holding in the smoke and fresh air, and starting to feel really weird. Jeff was making me laugh about any way he could, and I knew why. He kept reminding me to keep a light mood, and not to worry, and to have as good a time as I could. We were giggling and shit, and I felt pretty good.

"This is safer than beer. No seeing things that aren't there. No thoughts that you can fly. Just a feeling of happiness if you let it. Cotton-mouth if you don't drink something. And the munchies later. Don't worry. The worst thing you're likely to do on this stuff is get a sever case of the munchies and eat pickles and ice cream together and get a stomach ache."

"That sounds disgusting!"

"You'd be surprised what sounds good when you're stoned!"

"Yeah, but pickles and ice cream? It's not gonna make me pregnant, is it?"

We were cracking up and having a pretty good time.

"I see why people smoke this stuff," I said, taking the joint from him.

"Yeah, it's pretty good. This is the last hit, then we go watch the movie."

"Okay."

So I took a bigger hit, and held it until it felt like my face was going to explode. Once I had let that hit out, I got dizzy and felt tingly.

"Wow!" I moaned.

My head felt as if my brain had rotated one-hundred and eighty degrees in my skull. And my body felt about the same way. Then little waves seemed to move through me.

"Did the planet just move?" I asked.

"No," he laughed. "You're high!"

We laughed some more.

"Let's go watch the movie. I think you'll like it a lot," he said, standing up and putting the joint out on his tongue.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked.

"Not if your tongue is wet," he told me, then put the joint and lighter in his pocket.

We went inside, and to the kitchen, where we got sodas, and then to the living room. We sat down, and started the movie.

Oh - My - God!

The movie was fucking hilarious! And so good! And the sound track was amazing!  The songs! And all the little sounds in every direction! And the guys! Wow! So hot! I got such a boner at times!

We stopped the movie three times to go outside and take a hit or two. I had such a good time! I was so sad when it was over. I could almost have cried!

"So, good movie, right?" he asked, grinning at me.

"Hell yeah!"

"Pizza!"

I called, hardly able to order without laughing. Pot is fun! We played video games until the pizza came. Man, I suck when I'm high. I played so badly we laughed at it. He didn't play much better.

And the pizza! Oh, wow! Food is so good when you're stoned!

"Now for desert," he said as soon as we had the pizza tucked away inside ourselves. We went out to the patio and smoke almost the rest of the joint.

"Want to save some for a nightcap later," he said.

We more or less stumbled back inside, got fresh sodas, then headed up to my room for more games. But we ended up playing music instead. My stereo system isn't top of the line, but it's damned good, and on pot it's fucking amazing.

We were sitting on my bed, listening to some awesome tunes, when I gestured to the music too big and spilled a ton of soda on Jeff's lap. We laughed, of course.

"Man, now I gotta wear my clothes for tomorrow, tonight," he sighed once we stopped laughing.

"Meh, just wear your boxers. I've seen your junk in the showers anyway, not like seeing you in your boxers is any big deal."

Boy, did I get several hot, sexy ideas right then.

"Yeah, good point," he said, standing up.

To my surprise, he took his jeans off right there in front of me, facing the other way, and I got a good, close look at his butt as he did so. Nice! Nice legs, too.

"Soaked into my boxers," he said, then started slipping them down his legs.

I got so hard so fast it was shocking. The view from behind as he took off his boxers was amazing. He was wearing blue briefs under them, and his ass in them was a sight I will never forget. Ever!

"Got some on my shirt," he said, and then took that off too.

He threw his clothes over at his backpack, and then sat down.

"I need a new soda. You?" I asked, wanting to get away before he saw my boner through my jeans.

"Sure."

I waited a moment as he finished his can, and then I went downstairs. Man, I was hard and throbbing. It was not going to go down. Not unless I beat one out. I figured I'd get our sodas and stop in the bathroom on the way and take care of that. Then he walked into the kitchen, in just those tight blue briefs. Man, what a sight!

"Need munchies, too," he said, going to the cabinet.

Watching him stretch up to reach the chips was breath-taking. The way his legs moved and tensed, and the way his butt cheeks tightened in those briefs...

Then he turned around. Man, there was no mistaking he was a growing boy. I was sure I could see the head of his dick one his left side, and his balls on his right. They all filled the blue material of his briefs so admirably.

"Come on," he said, waving me to follow him.

I watched his ass every step of the way back to my room. Damn it, was I hard! I had to take care of it soon. So as soon as I got to my room, I said I had to piss.

"Good idea. Then we can go out on the patio and take a couple more hits."

Damn it.

We'd pissed at the same time more than once, usually when we were just getting home from school. I had started that, hoping to get a look at his dick, even though I'd seen it in the showers in gym. Now that was biting me on the ass. I tried to think of a reason I could come up with to take a piss alone, but couldn't. So I found myself standing at the toilet as he pulled his briefs down and started pissing. I was slowly undoing my jeans.

"Hurry up," he said.

I did, a little. It was so hard to get my boner out of my fly without making it obvious it was hard. I managed, I guess, because he didn't make any jokes about it. But it was mostly soft from embarrassment by then anyway. And then we went onto the back patio and took two more hits from the joint.

Back in my room, and in the light, I saw his almost-naked body again, and got boned again. The pot was making me super horny. Super-duper-ultra horny. It was like crazy levels of intense horniness.

We sat on the end of my bed and looked at the computer, the video game system, and the cable box, not knowing what to do next.

He looked at me and asked, "So, what do you wann do now?"

One thing popped into my mind. What, with him sitting there in his briefs...

I guess I blushed. Or my expression gave it away. He laughed kind of cute and differently, and blushed.

"What?" I asked, knowing he was thinking something.

"One of the times I got high with my bro, he asked me that. Man, I was so stoned, and it made me so horny, the only thing I could think of was beating off."

That made me laugh, and probably blush darker. I could feel the heat of the blush on my cheeks. And I couldn't stop smiling. And I couldn't stop thinking about his naked body in the showers in school. And I couldn't stop myself from glancing down at his lap.

I saw his dick getting bigger. I saw it. As I looked, it pushed out against that blue material more and more.

"You're getting boned," I said, before I thought about it. I was instantly horrified.

He said, "Man, you gotta jerk one off on this stuff!"

I looked up at his face, and he had that grin of his going again. And he was blushed. Damn it, was he cute like that!

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah! It's like the music and the movie. It's way better on pot."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah! Come on. We'll beat one out, then go finish the joint and listen to some more music."

I looked down and saw his full-on boner pushing his briefs way out. It was almost aimed right at me. It pulled the material tighter, and I could see his balls below it, almost as if they weren't covered up at all. He reached down and grabbed the end of it. I realized he intended to jerk off together. My dick went ballistic in my underwear. I felt tingles in my gut. My balls began to vibrate, or something. I could feel the horniness inside me, as if it were a solid mass.

"Go get some paper towels."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Go get some paper towels."

"Uh, okay."

It was like I was in a daze. Hypnotized. I walked to the bathroom and got a new roll from under the sink and walked back to my room, all in a state of non-thinking zombiefication. When I got back to my room, Jeff was laying on his back on my bed, grinning kind of goofily, with absolutely nothing on, and was holding his dick in one hand and his balls in the other.

He said, "Come lay down and whack one out. Tell me it's not the best one ever."