6th Grade
My friend Scotty got kicked in the balls real bad during our Tae Kwon Do class. I mean real bad. He was crying buckets. It even hurt me watching him curled up on the ground, holding his balls. He was so bad; he couldn't even get up off the mat so that the class could go on.
Finally, Sensei basically dragged Scotty off the matt and had the assistant continue with the class. Scotty was my friend, and friends are more important than Tae Kwon Do, so I stayed with him on the side.
Sensei untied Scotty's belt (yellow like mine) and pulled open his pants. He looked down his pants at his underwear (white of course). Scotty didn't say anything or protest, just laid there still in pain.
"Get him water." I jumped up and ran across the mat to the water cooler, forgetting to bow properly stepping on and off the mat. Sensei didn't say anything when I came back, but he gave me `the look.' Scotty was finally able to sit up and drink the water. He told Sensei he was ok, but wanted to sit out the rest of class. I waited there with him to keep him company.
When my mom came to carpool us to his house, then mine, he said, "I'm quitting."
"Quitting what?" I ask.
"Class." I didn't say anything. Neither one of us was very good, but we had fun going.
He didn't go to class anymore. After a few more classes, I also dropped out.
It just wasn't fun without him.
Since Scotty wasn't taking Tae Kwon Do anymore he told me he had started tap dancing class.
"Tap dancing?" I ask.
"Yeah my sister takes it. It's cool."
"I thought it was for girls."
"No. It's for anyone. You want to take it with me?" Tap dancing? I don't think so.
"Is there any other boys in it?"
"No. Just me. But boys can take it."
I start baseball, he's in tap dancing, we kind of stop hanging with each other so much.
7th Grade
A bunch of us are playing in the park near our school. Scotty and I are still friends; we're just not best friends anymore. Anyway, this tough kid, Malcolm starts messing with Scotty.
"Heard you were too good for baseball. Heard you were too good for Tae Kwan Do. Heard you took dancing. With girls. Tap Dancing!" Malcolm starts dancing around like a sissy. Scotty doesn't say anything.
Malcolm pushes him. "Come on girl. You know how to fight?" He shoves him again. This time Scotty falls down. Most of the guys are circling up, preparing to watch a fight. Scotty gets up and tries to run away. Malcolm tackles him.
I've had enough and pounce on Malcolm pulling him off Scotty. Now Malcolm and I get into a fight. A real fight with hitting and everything. I basically get the shit beat out of me until a grown up comes over and breaks up the fight. I get a bloody nose. Even though Scotty and I weren't best friends anymore, we were still friends. Besides, Malcolm was being a bully.
8th Grade
I start liking boys. I'm gay I finally realize.
After school one day, I'm over at Alan's house. When he changes into shorts, he notices me looking at him.
"What are you staring at?" he asks me.
"Nothing."
"I saw you looking at my ass. Were you starting at my ass?"
"No," I say lying. My faces turns red. He knows I'm lying.
He looks down at my pants. "You got a boner. You fag. You got a boner from looking at my ass. Are you fag? Are you a fag?" I get scared. I run out of his house. Next day, it's all over school that I'm a fag.
It's the worst year of my life.
9th Grade
High school is a new start for me. Most people don't know me. I go through the first semester avoiding any major disasters. The bad things is when I have to take PE in the second semester.
I go for a few weeks, changing extra quick, so no one sees my boner. Then one day, I'm not so lucky. I change next to Rob. He's one of the guys who takes a shower after class. About half of the guys shower, half don't. He catches me looking at his naked body.
"You staring at me punk?" I turn away.
"I said are you looking at me faggot?" He pulls away my shirt, which I'm holding over my lap.
"You got a fucking boner, you pussy. Hey guys, Tommy here gets boners from watching other guys change. Tommy is a faggot."
He pushes me against the lockers. He's still naked and holding me against the lockers. It even makes my boner stick out more. He's about to pound me, when coach comes in.
"What's going on here?"
"Coach. This fag got a boner. He was staring at me changing and the little shit got a boner." Coach looks us both over.
"Put him down and get dressed Harrison. Miller (that's me), put your shirt on and come with me." Oh shit. I follow him into his office, pulling on my shirt along the way.
"Was Harrison telling the truth? Is that basically what happened?"
I can't answer.
"It's ok, you're not in trouble. I just need to know. Is that what happened?"
I nod.
"Would it be better if you took study hall?"
I nod again.
"All boys are supposed to take four semesters of PE, but exceptions can be made. I think this is time for an exception. Would you agree? Would you prefer to skip PE?"
"Yes." I'm glad he didn't ask me about being gay or anything. I guess he just figured it out.
Guys from PE class say `fag' in the halls every time I walk by one of them. It's humiliating. I stay late one day, to finish an art project and have to wait outside for my mom to come and pick me up. It's also when all the sports guys are getting picked up by their moms. I try to stay away from them all, but I can't.
Mike comes over. He starts messing with me. I don't want to go into the details, but he basically just beats the shit out of me. I end up with a bloody nose and a broken arm. He ends up getting expelled.
I'm out of school for a few days and Scotty comes over to visit. It's the first time he's been to my house since we started high school. We don't have any classes together, so never see each other.
"Heard about what happened. Sorry I wasn't there to help you."
"That's ok." How could he have known?
"No, it's not ok. You were there for me in middle school, I should have been there for you."
"It's ok. It's my fault anyway."
"Your fault? You started a fight with Mike?"
"No."
"So why is it your fault?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, dude. Tell me."
"He says I was looking at him after a shower in PE. He says I'm a fag."
"Fuck him. How is that your fault?"
"Well, I was looking at him. I had a boner."
Silence. Shit, why did I tell him the truth?
"So, that doesn't make it your fault."
"Yes it does. I am a fag."
He looks at me for a long time.
"So?"
"So, that's why he beat me up."
"So that doesn't make it your fault."
We sit in silence.
"Why do you think you're gay?"
What? "I just know."
"You ever fucked a guy?" I shake my head. "You ever sucked a guy?" I shake my head. "You ever even kissed a guy?"
"No. I never did anything with a guy."
"So how do you know you're gay?"
"I just am. Ok?"
"Do gay guys jack off as much as normal, I mean non-gay guys?"
"How would I know?"
"Can you ever jack off with the cast?"
"No."
He laughs. "Oh man, total torture."
I don't know why, but I laugh too.
"I'll do it for you. If you want." Do what?
"Huh?"
"I'll jack you. Just promise you won't tell any body." He gets up and shuts my door in my room.
"So you want me to do it?"
I nod.
He undoes my pants. I lay back on my bed. He pulls them down to my knees as I raise my butt up. My boner is already hard. It's been hard the whole time.
"Nice wood!" Did he just compliment my dick?
He grabs it and starts jacking it, like it was no big deal. I guess I am in shock or something. I have no idea how long it took, but soon, my sperms was gushing out, like it never had before. All over me, my shirt, even on my cast.
"Jesus man. How long has it been?"
"Three days."
He grabs a t-shirt off the floor. "This ok?" I nod as he wipes all my sperm off me.
"Are you gay?" I ask.
He laughs! "No."
"Then...why did you...."
"I don't know. You liked it didn't you?"
"Yes!"
"Ok. No big deal. Just helping out a friend. Where's a marker?" I point to my desk.
"What for?"
"To sign your cast." He finds a big gob of sperm on my cast and circles it with the marker, then cleans it up with the shirt. He turns the circled sperm spot into a happy face and signs his name. Every time I looked at that spot, I thought of him and what he had done for me.
I went to school the next day. He would always say `hi' and stuff, but we never started being best friends or anything.
10th Grade
Scotty and I had three classes together, so we started hanging out together more. I mean we never got to best friend level or anything, but definitely good friends. He had a serious girl friend for most of the year. Then right before the spring dance, she dumped him. He ended up over at my house the night of the dance because I sure wasn't going.
I tried to cheer him up, but he was totally bummed.
"Everybody's getting fucked, or at least blow jobs tonight and I'm getting nothing."
"You were hoping for a blowjob tonight?" I ask.
"Hell yes."
I smile at him. He looks at me, then busts up.
"You still gay?" he asks.
"Yeah. It's not like it goes away or anything."
"You ever given a blow job?"
"No. Never done anything. The only time I ever had any experience is when a very good friend jacked me off once when my arm was broken."
He laughs realizing that I'm talking about him. "You know, you still owe me for that."
"I owe you?" I says.
"Yeah. I did you. Now you can do me." He laughs.
I smile. "Ok."
"You're still a virgin gay?"
"Yeah. I can't promise it will be good. But I will try."
He is thinking about it. I open my mouth as wide as I can. He busts up.
"Ok." He undoes his jeans and pulls them off. He pulls his boxers down and lays on my bed. I look, no stare, at his dick. It's just sitting there, all shrivelled up."
"It's not a boner." I say.
"No shit. That's your job."
I lick my lips, and put his floppy dick in my mouth. I suck on it and move it around. It slowly grows. I put my hand on it to jack it and give it encouragement. It's a boner! I suck as good as I can. I guess it's good enough because he starts to moan.
I'm not sure if I should pull away and jack or keep sucking when he comes. As I am deciding, he comes. It chokes me. I pull back as he jacks himself the rest of the way. I hand him tissues.
"Thanks man."
"Your first blow job?"
"Yeah."
"Mine too."
He laughs. "Yeah, I know. I bet you're horny now."
"Definitely." He totally dressed by now.
"Ok, pull it out. I guess I owe you."
"You're going to suck me?
"No." He laughs. "I'll jack you if you want."
I strip naked to get full enjoyment as he jacks me off the best jack off in my life.
Friends are great!