TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Trace's Tale
I grew up as a gaming nerd. I'm proud of it. This was early 1990s, and D&D wasn't all that popular. Not the 'fake dork' thing it has become recently. Back then only the real fans played.
In grade school it was just four of us. Yeah, sort of like Stranger Things. Sam was like Wil, the DM. I was like Mike, the taller even dorkier guy. Mark was like Dustin, the heavy dude. And Joey was like Lucas, except Joey was half Chinese.
Sam had a mostly finished basement at his house, and we played down there. He had two younger sisters who did their own thing and didn't bother us. One was barely two, the other six. His parents were urban professionals and made plenty of money, and didn't helicopter Sam at all. While we played in the basement they never came down, except his mom might do laundry in the other room. But the room we gamed in was separate, with a door of its own. There was even a bathroom down there. It was the best place to play we had. So Sam being our DM was just perfect.
From before I can remember up to sixth grade, it was the four of us, like the four Musketters or four Stooges, or whatever. Best friends and always together.
We didn't have a clue about sex or girls or anything like that.
For one thing, home computers were more often monochrome than true color, and there wasn't any kind of online or internet, and sure nothing like the adult content of today. I hadn't seen a naked girl or guy until well after this story happened. In freshman year in high school, a friend showed us his older brother's porno mag collection. That was exciting! I can still remember the frantic session of masturbation I had later that night! Wow! But that was after this story.
I was getting crushes on boys in sixth grade. Well, one in sixth grade. My first crush. Dennis. Very light blond hair, slightly curly, deep brown eyes, cute little nose, awesome red lips, long legs, and just dreamy. I didn't notice him until late in sixth grade, but once I noticed him, and other boys, oh boy! I fantasized about him before I knew what fantasizing was. But he wasn't a dork, didn't play fantasy games, but was instead a popular jock kid in our sixth-grade year.
I saw him over the summer. Damn! He got even hotter! So tan from playing ball with his jock friends. He was gorgeous! I knew I was a fag now. I went out of my way on my bike to watch him play ball with his friends in the field by our school. When he would wear shorts and no shirt... oh, gasp!
I have to tell you about the time I was riding home one evening for dinner. I had to be home because my grands were visiting. I'd played D&D all last night and again today. On my way home, the usual guys were playing ball in the school field as usual. I stopped to watch for a bit, sitting on my bike next to the drinking fountain. That way if they noticed me they'd think I was just getting a drink and not sitting there watching them. Anyway, I didn't see Dennis playing. I was there for maybe a minute or two. There were some other cute guys, so I watched and took a drink now and then. I decided it was time to get home, and turned my bike around, and there was Dennis on the bleachers. He was lying down with an arm over his eyes, his near foot on the lower level of bleacher seats. He was wearing dark-blue sports shorts. I could see the smooth, white skin where the shorts shaded his upper thigh and the start of the curve of his glorious ass. I rolled a bit forward, and I could see up the leg of his shorts! He wasn't wearing any underwear! I saw it! IT! It looked... I could see the top side of the head hanging downward. Pink and pointed and magnificent! I got wood like never before! I would have stayed and looked forever, but my boner was throbbing! I rode off at full tilt! The instant I got home I ran past my folks and grands, saying I was really sweaty from playing ball and needed a shower before I gave hugs. I beat one out in the shower that still ranks as one of the best ones ever!
That was the first time I'd ever seen a dick. Other than mine. Well, I'd seen a couple of my friend's tips when we'd pee outside, but that was rare and before I was so interested in such things. So they don't count.
I went past the ball field even more often after that, but I never got to see up Dennis' shorts again. Though one time I did get to see one of his friends taking a piss behind the bleachers. Just for a second as I rode up. I didn't see much in that instant, just his fingers holding his dickhead as he peed. He called me a fag for it. Hell, I'd just ridden around the corner of the bleachers of he was there taking a piss. What did he expect would happen? I didn't even stop.
So, anyway, that was my total exposure to male parts until the showers in seventh grade.
I knew I was gay after seeing Dennis' dick up his shorts. Well, I didn't KNOW know, but I knew. I kept thinking about it all summer long. I prayed he was in my gym class in seventh grade. I knew about showers. Who didn't?
Seventh grade was wild. I had a bunch more nerdy friends to game with, for one thing. Another was hitting puberty. Well, I'd probably already started puberty. I mean, I was so turned on by Dennis, and seeing his dick that time was a regular thing as I beat off. I was beating off before seventh grade, oh yeah. I was hairless and all, but I jerked my little dick with my fingers almost every day. I think I started in the middle of sixth grade. Somewhere then. I know by the end of sixth grade I was doing it regular. Ben and I talked about it before sixth grade ended. He was doing it too. I sort of wanted to do it with him, or at least watch him do it. Or something. I know it was still sixth grade because I remember we were talking about it at his house, in the basement room we played D&D in, and I remember we were on the old couch down there. The one with the three individual cushions you could remove. Because I remember covering my boner with one of the cushions as we talked about it. He did too. We got all giggly and goofy and talked about how awesome it was to do it. Fun time! They got rid of that old couch before sixth grade ended. I remember, because I told my folks my friend's folks were tossing out an old couch and it would be good for our basement so I could have games at my house and my folks picked it up from them. So the end of sixth grade I sometimes had D&D at my house and the players sat on that couch that used to be in Ben's cooler basement.
I'm off track. I tend to do that. Sorry.
Seventh grade.
I was really aware that I was gay. The showers in seventh grade were all the proof I needed. It wasn't easy to be gay in the early 1990s, so I kept my secret. There were no gay support clubs in junior highs back then. Maybe high school, but I don't remember one at my high school. There is one there now. Even in the junior high. Lucky kids today.
Rambling. Sorry.
Seventh grade. I remember seeing Dennis in the gym the first day of seventh grade and wanting to die. I was standing in the gym with my three friends from grade school, one of which was Mark from D&D. And I see Dennis. Oh, God. He looked amazing! I could tell he was growing. For sure! Tanned and smiling and wearing a tight shirt and tight jeans. He was going to be giving me boners all year, I knew it.
There were a lot of sexy guys!
The first day we changed and showered is a memory I hope I always retain! I hope writing this helps do that.
Walking to the showers with my three friends. Naked. Mark was chubby, and had a short little wiener and a ball sack that looked like a tightly shriveled prune. Weird. Carl was super-small and skinny, but he had a decent dick hanging down. It looked longer than mine, and mine was growing nicely. I even had a few pubes to show off. But Carl had more. He almost had a full circle of hairs around the base of his dick. And his balls were dropped and hanging just a bit. I could see each one. Nice! If he wasn't so skinny and dorky he would have been hot. And Randy. He was smooth still too, but his balls were dropped. His dick was still small and short, but it had nice proportions.
Then... Dennis! Oh, God! He had blond pubes, more than Carl had. His dick looked like it was a foot long! I know. No way. I mean, it was growing great! He had an almost triangle of blond hairs above it, and his balls hung down below it. It hung maybe halfway down his sack. It was so pink and perfect and delicious looking! It swing side to side as he walked. And when I saw his round, firm, pale, glorious ass, I boned. It's hard to remember and admit it, but I popped major and total wood. I wasn't the only one, thank God. And it was so embarrassing that it went right back down. Thank God!
I learned not to look, just take quick glances after that. I took quick glances at Dennis every single day. Many, many quick glances. I'd look until I felt my dick stir, then I'd think about other things.
Dennis wasn't the only hottie in my gym class. It was a wonderful experience. But without doubt, Dennis was still my crush.
Anyway, the showers in seventh grade were all the proof I needed about my sexuality.
In junior high we met others and there was a D&D club.There were almost thirty of us. I made a lot of new friends, and there was now two or three or even more campaigns to play in every weekend. You could pick the campaign run by the DM who played the way you liked. It was awesome.
I liked playing in Sam's campaigns the most. He used the Greyhawk setting, which I liked the most too. For the most part, every campaign style had it's followers, so even though we were a huge club with around thirty members, we mostly played with the same gang every weekend.
Sam's group became seven of us instead of four. Bill liked playing with another DM, so there was still the three of us, with four new friends. That changed from time to time, but it was mostly the same seven of us.
We played all year long, and over the summer as well. It was a great time.
In eighth grade, Dennis wasn't in my gym class. I still had such a crush on him. I also had crushes on other guys by then. One was even in my D&D group now. Devon was blond too, with dreamy brown eyes and really sexy lips. Man, I loved gaming now! Sam, our DM, was in my gym class now. It was fantastic to see him naked! Finally. Sam was a bit stocky, but nothing near chubby. And boy, was he stocky down there! He had nice brown pubes, plenty, and nice hangers. But best of all, was his big, thick dick. Not very long. Not in the showers, anyway. I was kind of sure it wasn't long anyway. But it sure had girth!
One day he was semi-boned in the showers. Not for long, but long enough to give me a good look and to prove he wasn't long, but he sure was wide. Plump, wide head on that thing! Nice!
Well, not long after Easter break, when it was starting to get warm again, I was over at Sam's for a D&D weekend. We often played from Friday nights to Sundays during school. Way more on breaks. As much as we could get away with.
It was a regular weekend gaming session over at Sam's. It was me, Sam, Ben, Joey, Franky, Len, Jess, and Paul. We'd all been good friends since the start of seventh grade. We'd spent countless hours together doing homework, gaming, playing computer or video games, watching movies, and hanging out. As this group or mixed with other friends. We were all really good friends by now.
We'd game until we couldn't stay awake. Then we'd crash. Joey usually got the floor in Sam's room. They were best friends.
After our real game, we'd have a fast round of combat with generic identical characters to see who got to sleep where. First-level fighters with identical armor and weapons in paired combat. Each winner fought the winner of the other pairs, until there was one left. Last man standing chose where they slept first. Usually the bed in the guest room, duh. The second-to-last man standing chose next, usually couch. You got that alone if there weren't a lot of us staying over. Then the floor in the guest room. If there was a lot of us, which was rare, we had to share the couch and/or the floor in the guest room.
I ended up dying third, and Ben died fourth. We ended up sharing the couch.
I liked Ben. He liked me, too. I guess. We got along great, anyway. Ben was probably the most shy of us. But, to be honest, he was sort of really hot. I mean, yeah, dork, but dang. Ben was a good-looking dork. Nothing wrong with how he looked at all. Maybe too round a face? He wore glasses, too. Nice blue eyes, sandy-blond hair. Kind of a small mouth, but really red lips. Kind of big ears, but his hair hid them. Not skinny at all. Sort of stocky. Less so than Sam. Average with a couple extra pounds. Not flabby at all. Really, that helped his ass be all juicy and nice. Plus he had thighs that looked firm and juicy. And boy, did he have a bulge in front. He was taller than most of us, too. Probably further along in puberty. He was not bad at all.
So me and Ben went over to the couch as the other guys headed upstairs. I'd shared the couch before. I was pretty sure Ben had too. I always had sweatpants I slept in. Sleeping in my jeans wasn't comfortable at all, I pretty much couldn't. I'd been taking sweatpants on sleepovers for years. Lots of the guys did. I always wore tight briefs, so any boners wouldn't show up. But I didn't change into them until just before we went to bed. Sometimes while we played, if we were gaming really late. They were more comfortable.
Anyway, I went into the bathroom down there and got out of my jeans and into sweats. I went back, and Ben was already under the blanket on the couch, so I turned off the light and carefully walked to the couch and took my side of it.
We talked about the game and the fun things that happened and planned what we should do next. Exact same things the other guys were probably doing too.
After I fell asleep, I woke up with a hand on my lap. It wasn't the first time. I mean, who is all that used to sleeping next to somebody? You end up moving around when you sleep, and your hand ends up on their groin or stomach or leg or chest, or trapped between you. It happens. I once woke up with my hand on Mark's lap. I snatched it back in an instant. If I'd thought first, I might have left it there. I thought about putting it back, that's for sure. And one time I woke up to use the john and Jess's hand was really near my stuff. There were other times, too. It wasn't the first by far, and it really wasn't a big deal.
Anyway, I woke up, but I didn't have to use the can. I was boned up, though. I was thinking about moving Ben's hand. I mean, what if he woke up and wondered why I didn't. But why would he think I hadn't moved it? I was asleep, right? So I didn't move, and thought about what it would be like if I reached over and felt his lap. I wondered what I would feel through his jeans. Because if Ben was awake, he could feel a lot through my sweats and briefs. I was fully boned, and his hand was right on top of it.
Then I felt his fingers move a bit. Just his fingers, I think. It was really exciting. I mean, Ben's hand was on my boner, and moving. I felt him sort of feeling me up. I mean, sure, you can move your hand or fingers in your sleep, but his fingers were pretty much feeling out my boner. Just my boner. Then just the tip. Then the whole thing again.
He had to be awake! Right?