Hi, this is Mark! As promised, I will explain my first experience with a boy.
At the time, I was 14 and my brother was 15,and we went to the same
school. Of course, since we both were gay, we didn't mind whispering to
each other about the cutest boys there. But there was one that I liked
His name was Francis, and he was in most of my classes. Unlike most, he
was confident in his feminine features, with a cute slim waist, and a
noticeably plump rear and thighs. He had gentle caramel skin and the
most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen. I almost drooled sometimes
when I watched his bouncy and curly brown hair. He was slightly shorter
than me also. He was very smart, which is something I always sought for
in a boyfriend.
But the best part about him was that he loved to hug and be
touched.Sometimes in our Physical Education classes, when we played
games and his team would win, he would hug the boy closest to them. And
mostly, the boy he hugged would simply hug back.Most of his best friends
were girls, but there were two boys he enjoyed talking to: Me and my
One day, as my brother and I grabbed our lunch from the cafeteria and sat down, Francis had sat beside us and smiled, "Hi Mark!
Hey Sam!" He gave my older brother a big hug, then came to me. As he
wrapped his arms around my neck, I wrapped mine around his waist.
I started with the usual small talk between my brother and Francis, such
as how he was doing,if he did well on the recent test or quiz, or just
talking about the recent news.
Finally, I blurted out, somewhat loud and nervous, "Do you want to
sleepover with us this weekend? " I felt heat rise in my cheeks. Why did
I say that? I really did like him, and that made me nervous he would
So it came to my surprise and excitement when a chipper, "Sure! What
time?" came from Francis' soft voice. Sam and I silently high-fived
under the table. It was like we scored a date to us. We took the same
school bus home, and we lived in the same neighborhood, so it wasn't
hard. And similar to my parents, his parents didn't really care if he
hung out with other friends, as long as he got good grades, which he
told me a while back.
Sam replied for me, "What about after school, you go to your house and
get clothes, then come over as soon as you can?" He nodded at us both
and said, "Deal!"
Time to skip to after school and on the school bus, my brother and I
smiled to see Francis enter the school bus with his backpack, wanting to
sit beside us. The bus seat was big enough to have room for all three of
us. Sam scooted out and let Francis sit in the middle, between us. We
talked, laughed, and occasionally made jabs at each other. Once the bus
reached Francis' stop, he said, "I'll see you guys soon!" I was sad to
see him go, but happy I would see him later. My brother and I hugged him
and he left, jogging into his house. Sam and I then began discussing in
whispers as the bus rolled into motion again.
"He's cute, isn't he?"
"Yeah. You liiiiike hiiiim!"
"Shut up! You like him too!"
"Well, you've got me there.
Once we got to our house, we began planning snacks and movies for the weekend.
..To be continued! Also, Happy New Year!