Hi, my name is Jack, and this is my story. I am 18 now, but this is about me growing up.
I just turned 14, ready for the 8th grade. I was very excited to start school. I never considered myself a really smart guy, but I got good grades in subjects that I liked, and bad grades in subjects that I didn't like. I played almost every sport, I wasn't really gifted in any particular one, but I wasn't bad either. I played them mostly because all of my friends did, and we had a good time playing them. I guess the only sport I was any good at was soccer. Mainly because I was pretty fast. I was about 5' 6", just starting another growth spurt. I have dark blond hair that turns brighter in the summer. I was in good shape, but I had some baby fat on me. I had never really thought about my sexuality or anything like that, until 8th grade health class. That is when all the pieces to the puzzle finally came together for me.
My family was your stereotypical suburban family. My dad was a pilot and my mom was a nurse. I have an older sister who was 18 at the time who had just left for college. We always got along except for the normal squabbles of a brother and sister. We weren't rich, and we weren't poor as far as I knew. My dad was out of town a lot being a pilot, and my mom worked weird hours, so I basically had to learn things out on my own. Don't get me wrong, I was never mad at them for not being around, I just didn't learn things like some kids do. Especially about sex. My friends would always make jokes about jackin off, or the 69 position, but I didn't have a clue what they were talking about. I just laughed along figuring that someday I would figure out what they were talking about.
During the summer, me and David, who I would consider my best friend would have the normal sleepovers. Alternating houses every other weekend. We would always watch a movie or SNL, then retreat up to his room and listen to music and go to sleep. One night we decided to wrestle each other, so we went down to his family room and moved the furniture out of the way. We grinded away trying to pin each other, and we always got a hard-on. Eventually throughout our `match', we would always end up belly to belly and grinding each other, then eventually our hands would make their way inside each others shorts, and we would grab onto each others cocks. I was pretty average at the time, at least I thought so from my comparisons of the other guys in the showers, 5" solid at the time. Brand new pubes too, which I was proud of. David was much bigger than me down there. I never saw it in the light, but it was really thick and long. I don't think at the time either one of us thought of what we were doing was sexual, just something that felt good. And it did feel good, but neither one of us ever came. We would end it after a while and go to bed. This went on for the summer. Then School Started.
Myself and my gang of friends walked to school together the first day. We all tried to act like we weren't nervous starting at the big school, but we were. Unlike some high schools ours started out with 8th grade. So we put on our brave faces and entered the school. It was buzzing big time. Everything seemed like it was going 100 mph. I was used to laid back middle school. The school was two big circles that were connected with a big lunch room, and where all the lockers were. They gave us maps that showed where our classes were, but the circles were confusing, plus there were three floors of classrooms. None of my friends had the same homeroom together, so we found our lockers and scattered out trying to find our home room. I got lost instantly. I had no idea what I was doing. I looked at my watch and there was only 2 minutes to homeroom and the halls were almost empty.
Crap! I put together myself and cursed whoever built this high school. I put down my pack and studied the map. I discovered I was on the wrong floor in the wrong circle. I instantly panicked and started running. I knew I wasn't alone in this, as I saw a bunch of my friends in the same grade running around as well. Unfortunately, I wasn't looking and ran right into some guy who was at least at 10th grader, probably older. I think he saw me coming and lowered his shoulder because I got knocked on my ass. And the wind knocked out of me. I was like a flopping fish on the ground trying to catch my breath, and some other people came around and somehow got me to the nurse's office.
Great, my first day, I thought while I was laying on the bed. Luckily, I had caught my breath.
"Are you ok?" The guy who ran me over asked.
"Yeah, I think so." "Sorry about running into you like that, I was late and lost". I replied.
"I figured. My name is Jim. Just wanted to make sure you were ok." He said.
"I'm ok. I hope I won't get in trouble for missing the first class." I felt really embarrassed. "First day and everybody probably thinks I am an idiot." I said.
He laughed and gave me a pat on the head and said not to worry.
I got up and looked at him. He was really good looking. He had a smile that would just kill people. I looked away, embarrassed even more that I was looking at another guy like this. We shook hands and Jim told the nurse that he would take me to my next class, which she said was fine. She gave us a couple of notes and sent us on our way.
Luckily, the first day is nothing more than a bunch of bs, so I didn't miss anything for the class I missed. I told the tale to my buds at the lunch table, who had a great laugh at my expense. It felt nice to be around people I knew, because I spent the day with a bunch of people I didn't know, and that always makes me nervous for some reason.
Here is some background on my friends. This is a long story, so you should get to know them, and my relationship with them so far.
David -- You know already. Best friends since we were super little. His mom and dad are divorced and he has two older brothers. All around good guy. We had our wrestling matches, but nothing else sexual.
Jamie -- Lives two houses down. Also a very good guy. He is kindoff chunky, and gets picked on sometimes. But he is too nice to do anything about it. Either that or he depends on his friends to stick up for him. Either way, it is cool. He is really smart though, probably the smartest person I know. He plays football, but doesn't really like it I don't think. I think his dad pushed him into it. We showed off our pubes once to each other, but that was it.
Cary and Corey -- Twin brothers. Inseparable. They are both about 6' and really good looking. Dark red hair. Fun to be around. Their dad was always the coach of tee ball, the scout master, all that stuff. Super nice guy. From what I could tell, their mom was a drunk. I asked them once if they were really identical, and they dropped their shorts to show me that, indeed they were identical. I showed them mine as well.
Nick -- The super popular one of our gang. There isn't a person who met him that didn't instantly love him. This guy could charm anybody. He just had something about him that made you want to be around him. He gave me a kiss once, but that was on a dare.
Heidi -- The girl of our little gang. We started to call her Bumps in the 6th grade because she started getting boobs. But she kicked the crap out of Corey once, so we stopped calling her that. We played doctor when we were like 8, but that is it.
We all lived on a sleepy cull de sac in a sleepy suburban town. But we were all buds and would stick up for each other anytime needed.