Oh Denny…. We actually met at the behest of my parents, my fourth-grade homeroom teacher, and his parents. My parents and teacher noticed how depressed I was, and I guess somehow my parents new ahead of time that Denny was coming, and since he wouldn’t have any friends, they all set us up. It was a little awkward at first, we were both aware that we were forced into this, but we figured we’d talk and get to know each other, and wouldn’t you know it, we liked many of the same things; superheroes, Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Smash Bros, etc. We became best friends quickly, and he wasn’t that bad looking either, before I saw just how GOOD-looking he was (more on that soon), I could tell he was more attractive than my last best friend, so much so that I actually tried coming onto him, but, to my biggest disappointment ever, he made it very clear to me that he wasn’t into that at all. I should make it clear that by “coming onto him” I did so by mentioning that another friend and I (in my head I was referring to Carl) did some stuff, and Denny said to “please not do any of that to me”.
But, to my biggest surprise (and my biggest resentment to this day for not taking advantage of it), a few months later, when I was at his house again, he would tell me a rather kinky fantasy of his. He told me that, in addition to valuing a girl’s boobs over her ass, he would love to chain her up and do naughty things to her. I didn’t get the sense that he meant this in a rape-y way, he gave off the impression that it would be consensual, but man, that was his biggest fantasy at the time. Yet that wasn’t what surprised me; he then said that he wished I was a girl (or that I was the girl?) so that he could chain my hands to his bed and do stuff to me….. He didn’t seem like he was joking around with me either, at least not entirely. He seemed sincere, and at that point I could’ve obliged him, would’ve obliged him even, and I actually think I could’ve succeeded too, my conscience was at the wheel up to this point…. but unfortunately, his younger brother (who we had not too long ago forced out the room with the door locked) was listening in, or trying to, and he was threatening to kick the door down (he was Denny’s younger and somewhat shorter brother, but he was very strong for his age, and not bad-looking himself) or at least call their mom to let him in, that I don’t think I could’ve gotten very far in seducing Denny in his moment of weakness. But…. if his brother wasn’t there, and it was just me and Denny…. maybe……I mean, Denny was my best friend now, not just some crazy boy like Alex who I only hang with in class, and I was quite attracted to Denny, and I had told him a certain secret of my own…..
No, I won’t dwell on that anymore. I’m already pissed off I didn’t start things with Mark, Patrick, or even Alex, I can’t dwell on what-ifs with Denny either, but oh god…. When we were in the locker room….
Not long after that, Denny and I started to drift apart. No real reason, we just started making friends with other people, and we hung out with other people more. But one day, we were in the locker room getting ready for gym class, and I approached him and told him how we weren’t hanging out as much anymore, and that I missed him. He said it was all cool, and that if I wanted to, we could just hang out again sometime, like it was no big deal. I remember how happy I was, and offered for him to either come to my house or I go to his that upcoming weekend, to which he said “sure!” I realized that we didn’t have the same gym class before, I forget if it was on different days or at different times or something, I don’t know, but today we were changing together for the first time….. and then he took off his clothes, all of his clothes, and stood in front of me, and I saw him naked for the very first time…..
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOOOOOODDDDD!!!!
To Be Continued
To Be Continued