I was in the 6th grade and couldn't have been more than 12 years old when I first discovered I like boys. It seemed like a natural thing for me. I wasn't too bad to look at with my light blond hair that flung across my forehead, light completion and deep blue eyes. Most girls seemed to like me but I wasn't interested in them.
One of my first and most memorable experiences was right after baseball practice. I had gone into the boy's dressing room to shower and put on my street clothes. For some reason I was one of the last to remain and as I was setting on one of the benches in the locker area putting on my shoes Joe, one of the older 8th graders came into the locker room completely naked after his shower. I was surprised but remained calm. He didn't seem embarrassed; in fact he casually stood near and dried his head with a towel. He looked over at me and nodded and spoke.
"Hey there. How come you didn't get to bat today? I saw you setting on the bench all during practice."
"Awe I don't know. I don't think the coach likes me, but I don't care. I'm not much into sports anyway. "
"If you want I could practice with you so you could get the hang of it."
Joe was a hot looking guy with a smooth muscular body. He had dark hair and a firm square jaw with one of those dimples on his chin. After school and on the weekends he worked as a construction helper for his dad and kept physically fit. I couldn't help but notice he had an unusually large cock and low hanging balls. His cock hung down about 6 inches, even soft. I tried not to let him know I was looking at him but it must have been oblivious because right away he came closer to me.
One of my first and most memorable experiences was right after baseball practice. I had gone into the boy's dressing room to shower and put on my street clothes. For some reason I was one of the last to remain and as I was setting on one of the benches in the locker area putting on my shoes Joe, one of the older 8th graders came into the locker room completely naked after his shower. I was surprised but remained calm. He didn't seem embarrassed; in fact he casually stood near and dried his head with a towel. He looked over at me and nodded and spoke.
"Hey there. How come you didn't get to bat today? I saw you setting on the bench all during practice."
"Awe I don't know. I don't think the coach likes me, but I don't care. I'm not much into sports anyway. "
"If you want I could practice with you so you could get the hang of it."
Joe was a hot looking guy with a smooth muscular body. He had dark hair and a firm square jaw with one of those dimples on his chin. After school and on the weekends he worked as a construction helper for his dad and kept physically fit. I couldn't help but notice he had an unusually large cock and low hanging balls. His cock hung down about 6 inches, even soft. I tried not to let him know I was looking at him but it must have been oblivious because right away he came closer to me.