This story takes place many years ago. From the time of elementary school, Jake and I were as thick as thieves were. We did everything together growing up, from boy scouts to playing b-ball on the local playground. Often we would have dinner at each others house. I really did care about the food I could lust privately at jakes Dad. His name was Hank, he was 64, 220 lbs of stud, and the man was breathless to look at. I was caught many times starring at him but, nothing was ever said.
My name is Ted I am a skinny white boy with acne and curly hair. I was the class clown so I did have plenty of friends but Jake was my best friend of 18 years.
Often I would see hank working out on his weights with the garage doors opened. His built make him look like a Greek Adonis; he always worked out in shorts and a tank top unless he saw he and then me watching would take of the tank top to show is well-defined chest. I would sport a hard on. However, luckily I never really showed anything. Jake had to drag me away to play with him on several occasions. This went on until I reached my teenage years.
On my 18th birthday, by this time, my skin cleared up and my body grew out. My body is better than before but nothing compares to hanks build. It was supposed to be a day of fun but, sadly one of my relative died. My family had to go to the funeral on my birthday. I was furious about missing my birthday so I asked my parent if I could stay home. My mother was not about to let me stay on my own. Therefore, I asked Jake to ask his parents to let me stay with them for the weekend. Of course Jake did and they said sure no problem. Therefore, my mom agreed thinking that this is no way to spend my birthday. So Thursday evening I watched as my parents and sister jumped in the van to go to the airport. My mother told me to be good and kissed me on my forehead and left, she said I would see you on Sunday as the van speed away.
My name is Ted I am a skinny white boy with acne and curly hair. I was the class clown so I did have plenty of friends but Jake was my best friend of 18 years.
Often I would see hank working out on his weights with the garage doors opened. His built make him look like a Greek Adonis; he always worked out in shorts and a tank top unless he saw he and then me watching would take of the tank top to show is well-defined chest. I would sport a hard on. However, luckily I never really showed anything. Jake had to drag me away to play with him on several occasions. This went on until I reached my teenage years.
On my 18th birthday, by this time, my skin cleared up and my body grew out. My body is better than before but nothing compares to hanks build. It was supposed to be a day of fun but, sadly one of my relative died. My family had to go to the funeral on my birthday. I was furious about missing my birthday so I asked my parent if I could stay home. My mother was not about to let me stay on my own. Therefore, I asked Jake to ask his parents to let me stay with them for the weekend. Of course Jake did and they said sure no problem. Therefore, my mom agreed thinking that this is no way to spend my birthday. So Thursday evening I watched as my parents and sister jumped in the van to go to the airport. My mother told me to be good and kissed me on my forehead and left, she said I would see you on Sunday as the van speed away.