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True Eighth Grade First Encounter - Pt 1

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My one and only same-sex partner

I moved to this state in the fourth grade, after attending schools on military bases. My new school was so backward and redneck. I became a social outcast for several years. When I got to eighth grade, somehow everything changed. We merged with another school, all the social dynamics shifted, and suddenly I had a fresh start. Plus I had matured early. I was tall, lean, getting a few muscles, and people started commenting how good-looking I was.

My first sexual fantasies were of certain boys-attraction to girls came later. I was only attracted to boys who were small and cute, but with a budding masculinity. One of my new classmates was Alan. He was beautiful. A little shorter than me, with dark, straight hair that came down over his eyes, very cute face, and always wearing a devilish smile. He was always flirting and making sex jokes with the girls, and they all lit up when he came around. This was the late 70's, and everyone wore tight, crotch-grabbing pants, and I was always catching glances of the outline of his balls or head poking out.

I can't remember exactly how we first became friends, but he liked me, and we hung out more and more. I got him to join my judo class after school. Being in such close contact was heaven. We had certain floor positions where you ran your arm through your opponent's crotch and grabbed his pants from the back while you held him down. I loved feeling the tightness of his butt as he struggled to get up. I made sure to position my hand so that my thumb was in his crack and I could cup one of his cheeks. His crotch would rub along the inside of my arm, and I could feel him bulging against me. He would do the same to me. I was 13, and the only thing stooping me from getting a hard-on was all the exertion of the class.

I had fantasies of getting naked and doing things with him, but I knew that would never happen. One weekend before summer, we camped out in my backyard. We had a pool, which of course we swam in half the night.

Continuing soon ...



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