Boys Of Summer #8: After-School Special - Sex Stories

Boys Of Summer #8: After-School Special

Just ten days after our camping trip, I picked up Bo for our first day back to school.

He immediately began complaining about how much he was going to miss seeing me so much – and so much of me – since we wouldn’t be able to spend our days lying around naked.

“We still have lunch and gym together,” I told him. “You’ll get to see me naked for a few minutes in the locker room.”

My best friend and I had spent as much of our summer vacation as possible hanging out naked at his house and in his pool after he confessed he’d had a crush on me for years. I knew he was gay. But never imagined he was interested in me. I wasn’t gay, but was willing to help him out that summer. We discovered that, not only were we nudists at heart, but also that I’m at least bisexual and love being with my friend.

“And we’ll have a couple hours alone after school almost every day,” I continued. “We can do our homework naked. Remember, Bobby is away at school. We’ve got your house to ourselves until your mom gets home.”

Bo perked up a little at that. I parked as far away from other cars as possible so we could kiss and grope each other for a minute or two before going about our day. We passed each other in the hall between classes a couple times before lunch. Each time Bo smiled and his eyes lit up. I winked at him.

We went straight to the gym after lunch.

I realized that year I no longer paid attention to other guys to compare bodies and dick shapes and sizes. Bo and I both admitted ...

... that we’d always stolen quick glances at the other guys in the locker room. In my case, it was to see how my body, especially my dick and balls, measured up to my peers. Bo was interested more in admiring other boys’ bodies. But, as curious as I’d been about other guys, once Bo and I were sharing “benefits,” I found I had lost interest. Eventually, I realized it was because Bo’s admiration of my body built my confidence and all but eliminated my insecurity about my body.

At some point, I considered that might be one of the reasons no one ever questioned my sexuality. They never caught me checking anyone out. I didn’t seem nervous. Bo and I were the only truly nonchalant boys in the locker room. Being naked in a group of guys just didn’t affect us at all any more.

Not only had my nudism apparently fully kicked in, but I just had no interest in checking out any other boy except Bo.

He also seemed to have eyes only for me. I didn’t stop him from looking any more. I used to try to prevent him from staring at other guys for fear of being caught and branded a fag. He wasn’t ready for anyone to know except me. It had become my sacred duty to watch out for him even when he didn’t watch out for himself. That year, he appeared as nonchalant as I’d become and didn’t seem to pay any more attention to the other guys than I did.

While we were in the shower, he leaned in to whisper something in my ear.

“Lookin’ good, Daddy,” was all he said.

“Stop that!” I whispered back, ...