I had just begun to notice other guys. Of course I had male friends before then. I played with them, wrestled in the piles of leaves me and my brothers had raked up over the weekends and swam neaerly naked with them in summer camp..hell sometimes we did swim naked.
But I didnt notice then.
Even before I could milk myself I found myself staring at older boys, athletes on television and even my older brothers. The way their rounded shoulders looked, the thickness of their thighs the convolutions of their chests gracefully becoming flat stomachs and their butt.
Oh yes their round butts that were actually two separted round globes bunched together with a hint of the cleavage showing through their swim trunks, shorts, jeans.
And finally I began to compare the mound of male glands that some showed off more then others. I compared my own reflected image to the ones I saw in school or on the street and marveled how they differed.
Then there was Adrian. He was lean, about my height, freckled and had a bush of bright red hair that inspired teachers to call him "matchstick", "qtip", "red" and other names. He took it well. I suspected he'd been called these nicknames for years.
"Does it bother you?" I asked one day when I found him next to me in the locker room. He was pullin on his jockstrap covering the reddits pubic bush you can imagine.
He stopped mid way leaving me the ideal view of his thick cock.
"What?"
"those nicknames" I said looking into his face as kindly and earnestly as I could while still glancing at his red pubic hair.
"Naw, it is what it is" he said. He didn't smile. His hands pulled the white pouch up and over the area I had briefly imagined my own hands covering.
"I guess. But it would piss me off" I said. I couldn't imagine anyone picking on me for my brown hair, smooth skin or round butt.
"I've heard the guys calling you bubbles" He said.
I looked up at his face. His eyes were staring at my bare round buttocks. I was pulling up my gym shorts but stopped.
"Oh yea" I smiled realizing it might be the same with my so called bubble butt.
"Never thought of that" I added.
His smile got wider "you should, I wish I had a nice butt like yours"
"Well I wish I had your red hair sometimes" I said my eyes darting from his face to his crotch.
I didn't realize what we were both really sayinng.
Adrian walked with me down the hill to the housing development where we and many other kids lived.
"Well see ya tommorrow Bubbles" he said
"Yes bush" I said which made him look confused at first then he smiled.
I had accidentally confessed and he happily acknowledged our connection.
I must have jacked off day and nights thinking of Adrian after that day. Seeing him naked in the locker room only flamed my gut. I even snuck off to the boiys bathroom during classes to relieve myself.
We met before school at lunch and afterwards. Some of his friends became mine and mine became his.
We made sure that we were always in a group each of us not wanting to be singled out as fag friends I guess though sex of any kind wasn;t oart iof our friendship.
The day we graduated, we posed for photos...and the adults always asked Adrian to remove his cap. I did it too so he wouldn't look different. Of course he did, his bright red hair stood out even though he had long ago began to cut it short.,
It was my first weekend of freedom when Adrian came over.
"So you know what I'll miss most?" He asked as he lounged in my bedroom playing video games with me.
"Us getting dressed in gym" he added not looking at me at first "I mean we used to have talks and stuff"
I nodded. It was true. There in those minutes when we stripped naked and dressed again, we shared problems about home life, school pressure and even called attention to things we began to notice about ourselves.
We never shared a home room or classes except for gym.
"Hell I liked it when you stared at me all the time" he continued
I blushed. It was the first time he acknowledged my eyeing his crotch was actually a stare.
"And I'll miss that cute white butt of yours"
"Fuck man you can see my butt anytime" I added
He laughed then looked at me "well what about now?"
I laughed again but pulled my shorts off leaving the bottom half of me naked. I wiggled my butt at him and then froze when his hand touched it.
"Hey" I said then relented "lock he door"
I heard him slip the bolt lock on the door. Dad had installed it after Mom walked in on me one night when I was masturbating.
"Don't use it all the time" he said but I knew what he meant. I had brothers after all and between the three of us, I'm sure one of us was always masturbating.
Adrian's fingers touched my buttocks and outlined them. It felt good. My cock revealed my appreciation for his touch.
"Man I wanted to do this for years" he said in a breathy voice.
"It feels nice"
"I see" he answered touching my erection.
"What about you?" I asked and turned around.
He stood up. His shorts were tented. I reached out but Adrian took a step back.
He smiled as he stripped his shirt off.
I sat there watching him strip for me. His white smooth neck flowed into his shoulders. They were as round as my brothers. His smooth chest had two mini mountains of pink flesh. They both were erect. His stomach too was smooth and moved from a nearly caved in hollow to a full flat distention as he breathed heavily.
He pulled his shorts over his erection and down his legs. Adrian hadn't word underwear that day.
Adrian stood there naked in front of me allowing me the freedome to examing him the way I wished I could hfve in the locker room.
"You two fags coming ot what?" The coach yelled at us as we lingered talking and dressing. The other guys laughed at us. We hurried after that.
I made the sign for him to turn around and he did.
His back displayed his shoulder blades, two lines of muscles that traveled down and seemingly expanded into his own buttocks that rose and then fell into his thighs.
I moved and traced the path. He shivered a bit but then relaxed enjoying the attention of my hands as I had his.
"Nice" I said and he nodded that head of red hair.
I moved my hands to his head and buried my fingers in the red hair.
He turned to face me and took my wrists in his fingers. Then he put them on his chest and I ran my fingers across his flesh, gently pulled each pointed nipple and slid my fingers until they were burined his his red hair again but this timne the hair was above his erection.
I shivered a bit realizing I had always wanted to be there doign what I was doing.
I looked up just in time to meet his lips and we kissed. There was nobody there to call us fags. My brothers and parents couldnt' enter my bedroom, besides they were out of the house.
We, Adrian and I, were alone, naked and alone, graduated and alone.
I put my mouth around his cock. I hadn't planned it or even thought about it. I hd fantasized about touching him and he me. But my own cock would explode long before my thoughts explored other possibilities.
He sighed adn I touched more of his cock with my tongue and fingers. He moaned. I kept toucing and tonguing to get him to make more noises.
Adrian bent over and touched my bare buttocks. I liked it. His finger pet my butthole. I had shoved a finger in there when I jacked off many times. But his finger in me was different. I thought my gut was going to make me explode.
"I want to put my cock in here" he said in the same whisperiy voice used earlier. "ever done it?"
I shook my head "no". I'm not sure why I didn't speak. Perhaps I didn't want to disrupt the secrecy of silence.
"Come on" he said and his hands moved me towards my bed. He looked in my bed table drawer. I don't know how he knew I kept lotions in there. Maybe he did too. Mine were sun tan lotions. "Great for jacking" Brad, one of my brothers said throwing the tube at me long ago.
"This will work" he said and it was being rubbed on my butthole and inside. Again I had done the same thing but his fingers made it feel different.
"This will hurt a bit at first" he said.
It hurt like hell "Hey go easy red": I said and he slapped my bare butt.
I wondered if I should not call him that when we were doing this stuff. But his impaling cock seemed to slide into me easier after he slapped me.
I wondered too how he knew about this stuff. Had he fucked a guy before? Had someone fucked him? He had a nice butt too.
"You ok?" he asked as his belly touched my back and his hands found my own softening cock.
Again I nodded.
His fingers stimulated my cock to full size again.
"You can do me later" he promised as he began to fuck me.
I turned my head breathing deep as sensations I had never imagined machine gunned throughout me.
I saw the reflected image of his naked body curled over mine and my own in the big mirror on the wall. I sometime watched my naked self jacking off there.
The image and the actual sensatikons happening at the same time often made my self pleasuring even more fantastic.
This time I could only describe as strange and dangerous. His smooth freckled hips moved and I felt him move inside me. His hands felt good pulling my ball sac and stroking my cock and I would see them doing it.
"Shit" I kept saying
"beg me to fuck you" he gasped "always wanted you to do that"
I said the words at first just to please him but soon I began to really beg him. His cock moved inside me each time I begged..and I was cursing adn begging.
He pulled out of me dtuptly and pushed me on the bed.
"Turn over quick" he ordered in a full voice and I obeyed.
There he was kneelign on my bed, his white body above me, his eyes closed and his face contorted and changing expressions. His hand held his balls and his other hand was strokign his thick cock which glistened. His curly patch of red pubic hair stared back at me.
My own hands went to my cock and I jacked it as I watched him chnge from my gym locker room buddy into something else.
He yelled something, I don't remember what. But I do remember his cock spitting out streams of cum all over me, again and again. Then he stopped but kept stroking.
My own body contorted and I added my sperm to the wetness on my body.
His cock began to shoot again and again and somethere deep inside me something clicked and more of my own cum escaped.
"Christ when was the last time you came?" I asked him. His cock was still spurting out.
"Never like this" he said. Adrian's face reshaped into a smile. His face was wet with persperation as was the edges of his hed of redhair.
He lay on top of me and my arms moved around him, feeling the back bone, the muscles and the buttocks that had transitioned from something I watched to somethings I could worship a differenht way.
"Never like this" he added. We kissed.
And we tried to make up for years of lost time that summer.