WARNING: This story contains scenes depiction sexual relations between males. For a time one of those males won't exactly be of legal age in some parts of the country. If this type of material is offensive to your or is not legal in your place of residence DO NOT READ THIS STORY.


I had led an ordinary life until that day. I knew exactly who and what I was. I was happy if not a little lonely during that summer. There were no kids my age in the neighborhood. There were children, but most of them were either in grade school or not even old enough to go to school. My mother said that when we moved here there were children everywhere. I had a best friend from kindergarten until I was twelve. His name was Pete Santos. They lived two houses down from us and we were inseparable until his father got a promotion that moved the family to Chicago.

Pete and I were complete opposites yet we were like brothers. He was an average boy with curly blond hair and sea green eyes. His body was proportionate to his height and he loved sports. I was born with different genes and they weren't exactly kind to me. I was always a head taller than other kids my age. Add to that my rail thin body frame, long mop of mousy brown hair and indifference to sports and you come up with an outcast. That was me all right, the outcast.

Pete didn't care though. We did everything together. I mean everything. We discovered masturbation together. We were jack off buddies for a whole summer before he left for Chicago. It wasn't gay or anything; just two boys who were best friends who snuck off now and then so they could sit in secret with their hands wrapped around their dicks while looking at the nude magazines Pete had stolen from his father's dresser drawer.

We learned to ride our bikes together as well. Just about everything I learned while I was growing up I learned with Pete Santos. Pete got me over my grief when my father died. He was there for me when I needed someone to talk to; someone who understood that I'd lost my dad. I missed Pete like crazy. We still kept in touch with email and instant messaging, but it wasn't the same. I wanted Pete with me so we could hang out like old times.

His latest email came with a picture of him and his girlfriend, Carrie. She's a cute girl with long sun-colored hair and a great smile. Pete's lucky. Girls don't pay much of any attention to me. That was actually all right with me though. They made me nervous most of the time anyway.

With Pete gone I was the lone teen in the neighborhood. That's why I was hoping that when Mr. Wilson's family had to put him in a nursing home a family with kids my age would move into his house. It would have been perfect. The house was right across the street from mine. It sure would have been perfect.

It was two days after my fifteenth birthday and I was cutting the grass for my mom. I actually mowed just about every lawn in the neighborhood in the spring and summer. I shoveled walks and driveways all over the neighborhood in the winter. I was mowing the front yard when the truck full of furniture and boxes pulled into the driveway across the street. I watched as a guy that looked just a little older than me got out of the driver's side. Another guy the same age got out of the passenger's side and they started to lug boxes into the house.

I finished mowing and put the mower in the shed before I walked across the street and offered to help. Without introductions they put me to work. We carried boxes, trading little jokes back and forth like we'd known each other all our lives. We got the couch in the living room as well as the recliner and then they were off to get another load, asking me to sit on the porch and guard the house so they didn't have to lock the door.

They were gone for about an hour and then we were carrying in two twin beds, night stands and two sets of dressers. They had a small kitchen table with folding chairs and a charcoal grill that they put on the back deck. When we had everything in the house the driver of the truck produced three Mountain Dews from a cooler in the cab and handed me one.

"You've earned this," he said with a smile. "Thanks for your help."

"No worries," I replied, smiling back at him.

"My name's Rex Watson," he said, shaking my hand. He was just a bit taller than me with sandy-colored hair that was cut short and parted to the left. He had really intense eyes that were grey one minute, blue the next and then green the moment after that. He had a fit body and was wearing a Bryarwood University t-shirt. "That lug over there is Rob Paxton."

Rob was maybe a hair shorter than me with dark hair that he kept cut almost to the scalp. He had dark eyes that looked like onyx and he was almost as skinny as me.

"Josh Carson," I replied. "So you guys go to the university?"

"This'll be our first year," said Rob as he came to sit on the couch next to his roommate. "What about you?"

"Oh no," I laughed. "I'm about to start my sophomore year of high school."

"What I remember most about high school is that it sucked," said Rob. "Sorry man."

"It isn't so bad for me," I replied. "I pretty much stay to myself or my own little group of school friends and everyone usually ignores me."

"What about after school friends?" Rex asked. "You got a group around here that you hang out with?"

"Nope," I sighed. "After my best friend, Pete, moved to Chicago with his family there weren't any kids in the neighborhood my age or even a little older. Mostly grade school kids around here."

"Well then consider us friends, Josh," said Rex, shaking my hand again.

And that's how our friendship began. I quickly figured out that Rex and I had many things in common. He wasn't sports oriented, loved old time horror films and had a passion for pepperoni pizza and Mountain Dew. I shared each of those traits. With Rob there was computers. He was interested in anything and everything that had to do with computers and the Internet. I was a fifteen year old boy, so of course I was interested in that as well. Plus Rob was a genius. He was a walking bank of knowledge and had agreed to help me with my school work if and when I needed it.

Once school started my Friday nights were spent at their house with Rex, sitting on the floor in over stuffed bean-bag chairs, eating pizza and watching what he called "Scare Fest". On Saturdays, after my yards were mowed, I was with Rob, surfing the Internet and playing computer games. It was a perfect arrangement.

My mother was a Registered Nurse at Mercy General Hospital and usually worked sixteen hour shifts. She was rarely home when I went to bed, but she was always there in the morning before I went to school. She learned about the time I was spending across the street with the college guys and she decided she needed to meet them. Lucky for me, she liked them and decided that a male influence was needed in my life. So the time spent across the street continued and even increased as one or both of them would invite me over to eat since they knew that my mother wasn't home to cook for me and I could only operate a microwave.

I've heard it said that when you're happy fate likes to throw a monkey in the wrench of your life. Well a few days after Christmas my life's wrench got a monkey thrown in it. I never believed that a growth spurt could happen overnight, but this one seemed to. I shot up three inches, got even more thin; almost to the point of looking sickly, and hair started to grow in places it had never been before. Under my arms, on top of my head and at my pubic bone is where the most of my hair had always been. The hair on my head grew faster, the hair on under and on my arms got thicker as did the hair on my pubic bone. I also now had hair on my chest, thicker hair on my legs and hair on my ass. So now I was a tall, thin hairy person.

As if that wasn't monkey enough the second part of that monkey hit me right in, well, the monkey. Now I'm a guy and naturally, like every other guy, I was concerned with the size of my sexual equipment at one time. I did research and learned with the help of a ruler that my equipment met the average endowment for young men of my age. Would I have liked for my equipment to have been bigger? Sure. The problem wasn't that it got bigger. The problem was that it got a lot bigger. My entire crotch got bigger. It got so big that I was embarrassed by it. My jeans, though they fit me in the waist were now too tight in the crotch. When I say they became too tight I'm talking about squeezing the testicles tight.

It got to the point that the only time I was completely pain free in the crotch department was when I was completely naked or wearing sweats without underwear. The underwear had become far too tight as well. Did I mention that it embarrassed me? I think I did. Well as you might have guessed with the fact that my mother rarely ever saw me, she didn't notice my predicament. I wasn't about to discuss it with her. What fifteen year old boy wants to discuss his dick size with his mother? So like a masochistic trouper I carried on.

Shoveling snow in the winter and mowing grass in the summer had put money in my pocket since I was old enough to push a mower or wield a shovel. I liked the mowing and shoveling, but with this new tight predicament it became a thin slice of hell on Earth for me. As mortification goes it also happened that Rex asked me to help him shovel the walk and driveway across the street. I'd been shoveling all day long, but he was my friend so I agreed to help him. Half way through our work I became so uncomfortable that my shoveling got really slow. It got so slow that Rex noticed.

"Josh, are you all right?" he asked, dropping his shovel and coming around the truck to where I was shoveling. "You're all stooped over. Is it your back?"

"I'm fine," I replied, but it was no use. I was sweating and out of breath. The pain in my crotch was almost more than I could stand.

"You're not fine," he said, putting an arm around my waist and helping me into the house. He sat me down on the couch and knelt down in front of me. That put his line of vision even with the source of my problem and I felt my face explode with heat.

"I'm OK," I said, trying to distract his attention away and end my embarrassment.

"Jesus," he breathed. "Why do you wear your jeans so tight?"

Now Rob was the one of the two that I usually went to with any sort of problem, but he wasn't there and this wasn't the sort of problem I'd have gone to him with to begin with. I was embarrassed enough with Rex having noticed the problem, but he kept staring at my crotch. It was making me more and more uncomfortable. I ended up telling him the whole story about how everything just seemed to grow over night and none of my jeans or underwear fit anymore.

"I think I have a solution," he said, getting up. I was thankful that he was no longer staring at my crotch. "Stay here."

He went into his bedroom and I sat there mortified. I couldn't believe that any of this was happening. I was more embarrassed than I'd ever been in my life. Then I thought about school starting again just after the new year and I really started to panic. Luckily I didn't have long to fester about it. He came back to the living room with a pair of his jeans and a belt.

"I can't do anything about the underwear, but you can wear a pair of my jeans," he said. "They'll be about three sizes too big for your waist so use the belt. Go on into the bathroom and change."

I didn't argue. I took his offerings and hobbled to the bathroom. As soon as I got my jeans off I felt better. I took the underwear off too and then I felt almost human again. He was right about the pants. As soon as I pulled them up over my hips and buttoned the fly they slid right back down again. I quickly pulled them up and put the belt on. I had to put it all the way to the last setting and that was still a little big. I stuffed my underwear in the pocket of my own jeans and folded them up.

"Thanks, Rex," I said as I came out of the bathroom.

"No problem," he said. "You're going to have to tell your mother to get you some new pants and underwear."

"I can't," I sighed as I sat back down on the couch. "I can't talk to my mom about the size of my junk."

"Well we'll have to think of something creative," he said, his look softening with understanding.

"Do me a favor," I said, thinking fast. "Don't tell Rob about this."

"No problem, big guy," he said, making me smile and my face heat at the same time.

I thanked him again after we'd finished shoveling the walk and drive. I'd had to keep pulling the jeans back up every so often while we worked, but it was worth it not to have them squeeze my crotch. I was happier when I got home and in my room. I stripped naked and climbed into bed.

The next morning I got downstairs to find Rex sitting at the kitchen table with my mom. My first instinct was to run back upstairs but Rex smiled and winked at me so I grabbed a glass of juice and sat down across from him at the table. He and my mom had been talking until I came into the room and I wondered what he'd told her.

"I'll be damned," said my mother, looking at me. "You know I wouldn't have known you'd grown an inch until I saw you sitting down. You've been taller than me for a while now. Rex is going to take you shopping today to get some new clothes that fit. I'm sorry I didn't notice that your jeans were all too short, Josh."

"That's OK, mom," I said, grinning. I was so relieved that he'd told her the problem was that they were too short. They were too short, but that had been the least of my worries where the pants were concerned. Rex had become my hero.

That was it for mom. She gave me money to buy clothes with, kissed me on the forehead and then she was off to work. Rex and I had some time to kill before any of the stores would open so I showed him my room. Neither he nor Rob had ever been in my room before. I made sure it was clean really quick before opening the door for him.

"This looks cool," he said as he stood in the center of the room and looked around at everything.

There were movie posters from both modern and classic horror films on my walls. I had a huge selection of them on DVD as well. My most prized possessions were the horror dolls. I had Jason Vorhees, Chucky and Pinhead. They were still in their boxes, but I had them displayed on my headboard. Next to my dresser, across from the bed was my computer desk, computer and stereo. Rex stopped and looked at the wooden plaque above my bed. It read "NOSCE TE IPSUM".

"It means 'know thyself'," I told him when he asked. "It was my father's."

It was a six inch thick piece of wood with the Old English letters burned into the wood. It was stained with a deep red hue and had brass corner protectors at all four corners. There was a celtic border burned all the way around the edge of the plague. It was my favorite memento from my father's belongings.

To pass the time we watched a movie. I lounged on my bed while Rex sat in my computer chair. We talked back and forth throughout the movie. Both of us had seen the movie countless times before. Rex told me that Rob had been spending a lot of time with his friend, Kenny. I told him that if he was bored or lonely I was always just across the street.

After another movie and much friendly ribbing back and forth we headed for the mall. We were among the first to get there so it was basically empty. We went from clothing store to clothing store. I tried on so many different pairs of jeans I couldn't see straight. In the end I had to go two sizes larger than my waist size and my inseam had to go from a thirty-two to a thirty-four. I also bought a belt to hold the new jeans up.

When it came to underwear Rex suggested that I make the switch from briefs to boxers. He explained that boxers left more room for movement in the crotch department instead of smashing everything together. I bought four packages of boxers in a variety of colors and we headed to the food court to have lunch.

One other thing that had grown considerably along with my growth spurt was my appetite. I ate two double cheese burgers and two large orders of fries while I sucked down my large chocolate milkshake. Rex laughed at me and said he remembered eating like that when he was about my age too.

And life went on with yet another crisis solved. We had a great movie marathon on New Year's Eve. My mom had to work and Rob was with Kenny so it was just me and Rex. We had a great time and I spent the night on their couch for the first time. I went back to school and the second monkey was thrown into my wrench.

It was gym class and we had to shower afterward. The looks, pointing, laughing and name calling started right away. I was embarrassed all over again and took my shower as fast as I could so I could get dressed and get out of the locker room. I was humiliated for the rest of the day. Every time I saw one of the guys from my gym class the laughing would start again. When the day ended I was so happy to leave school.

I got home before Rob and Rex usually and that day was no different. I sat in my room and fed the cold river of my humiliation with countless memories of the taunting in the locker room. I'd been so happy to have the new clothes and no more squeezing of my crotch that I'd completely forgotten about showers after gym class. I wondered if I could just skip the class and be done with it. It was right before lunch. I could just hang out somewhere until the hour ended and then go straight to lunch.

And for the next few days that's exactly what I did. I sat in the auditorium and watched the Drama class instead of going to gym and then headed for the cafeteria with the rest of my class. It worked the first day and the second day. The shit hit the fan when I arrived at school on the third day. I was called down to the office right in the middle of my first class of the day.

What I got for my trouble was three days of after school detention. They were to start that very day and I had no way home. I couldn't call my mom at work because then she would know I had been skipping gym class. My best bet was to wait until after the hour was up and then call Rob or Rex to come and get me. I didn't want to go into great detail with Rob but Rex and I had sort of forged a bond over this already.

I was also back in gym class. The laughter and teasing started as soon as I entered the locker room. Fortunately Coach Miller was angry with me and had decided to make me run laps. I had plenty of time to contemplate my actions that day. Unfortunately boxers provide almost complete free movement. Add running shorts to that and you have a whole new problem. I could barely walk for the rest of the day.

"So why are you serving after school detention?" Rex asked when he arrived at the school to give me a ride home.

"I skipped gym class two days in a row so I wouldn't have to put up with the laughing and teasing," I sighed, slumping against the passenger door to sulk. "And to top it off Coach Miller made me run laps all hour long today. Boxers are a bitch to run in."

"That's simple enough to fix," said Rex. "You need a jock."

"I can buy one of those if we swing by the mall on the way home," I said.

"Done," he said, turning to head for the mall. "Now about this teasing and laughing."

"It's because of my dick," I sighed. "I'm bigger than anyone in the locker room now."

"That's not a cause to be upset, Josh," he laughed. "I'm sorry to make it sound so trivial, but those boys are all jealous. They can't let each other know that though so they laugh and tease."

"So I have to suffer because they're all jealous?" I asked. "That's not fair."

"Turn the tables then," he said. "Find the smallest guys in the locker room and turn the laughing and teasing at them. That'll get them all off your back."

It was a simple enough plan. Steve Olin and Ralph Whitaker were the ones that had started the teasing to begin with and they just happened to be the two with the smallest dicks in the locker room. This was going to be easy as pie. I was in a better mood already. Suddenly Rex seemed the more logical problem solver between him and Rob. He was helping a lot lately.

And his plan worked perfectly in the locker room. When they started laughing and teasing me I pointed out that Steve and Ralph were the "little guys" and if anything was funny that was it. Two things happened after that. The first was that the boys in the locker room had a whole new reason to laugh and point. They had two actually. The second thing that happened was that Steve and Ralph gave me dark looks all hour long.

Right after class they attacked me in the hall. Steve brought his knee up slammed it into my crotch with so much force that the wind exploded out of me. Ralph followed by a sucker punch to the side of my head. Then Steve rammed his fist into my stomach making me double over while Ralph delivered a second punch to the side of my face.

"You think it's funny to get people to laugh at us, freak?" Steve shouted at me. "We'll see who the funny one is now."

"I think that's quite enough, Mr. Olin," said Coach Miller from behind him. I was so busy trying to breathe and process the pain in my stomach, head and crotch that I didn't notice the man coming. "The three of you will come with me to the office and we'll discuss this with the dean."

Our discussion with the dean was quick and painful. The school had a no tolerance rule on violence and fighting. Mr. Pritcherd, the dean of students suspended all three of us for three days. What was worse was that a call was placed to each of our parents to come and pick us up and explain that we'd been suspended for fighting.

"What the hell has gotten into you, Josh?" demanded my mother when we were in the Volvo. "Fighting? Honestly I trusted that you were above that."

"Mom, I wasn't fighting," I replied quickly. "I was getting my butt kicked by two football players! I was only trying to get from gym class to lunch."

"Mr. Pritcherd told me you were serving after school detention for skipping gym class twice," she said. "What's that about?"

"It's about the same two boys who attacked me in the hall," I replied, thinking quickly. "They make fun of me because I'm so skinny. Gym class is a nightmare most of the time. I skipped so I wouldn't have to be teased. Then when I go back they jump me."

"Why didn't you talk to me about this?" she asked.

"Mom, you have enough to worry about," I said. "I can take care of myself."

"Apparently not when two of them jump you," she said and sighed. "I'm sorry, Josh. I didn't know."

Then instead of driving home she drove to the mall. I was confused until we entered the GNC store. She asked the sales associate about supplements that would promote weight gain and muscle gain. They talked for a while and then he asked me what kinds of work outs I was using. I told him that the most of a workout I got was gym class. He talked to mom a bit more about different kinds of work outs that I would benefit from and then she bought three extra large tubs of supplement shake mix.

The associate explained how to mix the shakes and how much to use as well as how often. He sold us energy bars that he said would give me more of a kick than a normal lunch. Mom bought six boxes of them and assured him that when they ran out she'd buy more. I was a little shocked by all of it.

"I don't want you lifting weights by yourself," she said when we were back in the car. "Talk to Rex or Rob about maybe working out with you."

"I don't have any weights to lift to begin with," I admitted.

"Well we'll have to get you some," she said.

"I could ask to switch to the weight room in gym class," I said. "If I can get Coach Kasson's permission I'll be in the weight room for the rest of the school year every day."

"That sounds good," she said as we pulled into our driveway. "I'll call and talk to Coach Kasson, but right now I have to get back to work. I love you, Josh. Please know that you can tell me about things like this. I worry."

"I love you too, Mom," I said, taking the bags and going in the house.

Rex and Rob were both in classes so I was alone. I decided to eat one of the energy bars for lunch since I didn't get that far at school. Then I went up to my room to do crunches and push-ups. I did fifty of each and then got in the shower to wash off the sweat. To kill time I watched a movie and heated up pizza in the microwave.

When Rob came home I asked him to take me back to the mall so I could shop for Rex's birthday present. His birthday was coming the following month and Rob told me that they'd be having a small party at the house. I was invited and he asked if I'd help set things up. I happily agreed and found a really cool watch for Rex while we were at the mall. I also went to Body Works to look at home gyms. Rob asked me if I was thinking about working out and I told him about the supplements and energy bars my mother had bought as well as talking to Coach Kasson about getting into the weight room at school during gym to work out.

And for the entire time I was suspended I had a supplement shake for breakfast, an energy bar for lunch and I did fifty crunches and push-ups every morning. When I went back to school I still did the fifty crunches and push-ups each morning, drank a supplement shake for breakfast and I even took two energy bars to school and ate one at lunch and one just before getting on the bus to come home each day.

Coach Kasson let me in the weight room as well. He had me signed up for the weight room for the rest of the semester and all of second semester. The problem with that was that the athletes were all in the weight room and that put me in there with Steve and Ralph. Coach Kasson made it clear that the three of us were not to talk to each other at all. He said that if he heard any taunting or teasing he'd kick the offender out of class for the rest of the semester.

It worked out. I got to work out on all of the machines in the weight room. The way it was set up the coach assigned us to a certain machine for a week in groups of three. There were twelve students in the class and nine different machines that specialized on specific muscle groups. For the first week I worked on my abs which was right up my ally with the crunches I did every morning.

By the time February rolled around I had worked on my abs, legs and biceps. I wasn't showing a vast improvement, but at least the soreness of the initial work outs had passed. I was happily adjusted to the machines and the work outs by the time I was helping Rob set up the house for Rex's birthday. I got another monkey thrown in my wrench that very day.

He'd bought a long folding table and a bunch of folding chairs and put them in the kitchen. On the counter he had the cake we'd picked up when he drove me home from school. I helped him put little cards on each of the party favor bags that he'd already filled and stapled shut while I was at school. I noticed right away that all of the cards had a different man on them. These weren't ordinary men though. They were body builders all dressed in bright red speedos and nothing else. I wondered about it, but I didn't ask any questions. I got my answer shortly after Kenny arrived to help us.

Kenny was about the same height as me with blond hair that was short and parted on the left like Rex's. He had blue eyes and a warm smile. When I was introduced to him and shook his hand I thought he was going to break every bone in my hand. I endured it as best as I could and hoped that he'd let go soon.

"Nice to meet you, Josh," he said. "Rob talks about you a lot."

"Nice to meet you, too," I said, holding back a sigh of relief when he let go of my hand.

We put the party favor bags on the table in groups of four and then I helped Rob make coleslaw while Kenny made potato salad. Rob had chicken in the oven and he basted it with some kind of dark sauce that he told me was Rex's favorite and I would love it. I supposed I'd find out soon. While I was pouring more ice over the soda in the cooler they went into the living room to finish wrapping presents.

I was heading back to the living room to help them when I was stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw. They were kissing, and from the looks of it they were enjoying it. Suddenly all of the little clues fell into place and I understood them. There were the fitness magazines that were always lying around the house. They never talked about girls or girlfriends and I'd never heard them talk about any friend that was a girl. Rob spent an awful lot of time with Kenny, but they'd always left out what Rob and Kenny might be doing. Now I understood. Rex and Rob were gay!

Did it matter? Not really. Rex and Rob were my friends and they were the same friends they'd been before I figured it out. The only thing that had changed was that I knew about their sexuality now. They weren't a couple. That much was obvious. I'd just never known gay men before. At least I didn't think I knew any other than Rob, Rex and now Kenny.

I didn't have time to ponder this because people started knocking on the door. The guests were arriving and everyone wanted to help. I noticed right away that all of them were guys and a few of them were obviously gay. I didn't mind though as long as they didn't make any advances I would be just fine.

I was introduced to everyone and can't even remember a single name. I found most of them to be funny and likeable and we all began to decorate the house. We were just finished when Rex arrived with a girl named April from one of his classes. She was introduced to everyone, smiling widely at a few that she already knew and then Rex introduced her to me.

"It's nice to meet you, Josh," she said, smiling. "Rex talks about you so much I feel like I know you already."

"Nice to meet you, too," I said, smiling back. She was a pretty girl with long red hair and green eyes. She had just a spattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose.

We all sat down to eat with me next to Rex. Kenny and Rob sat across from us and everyone talked about this and that. I just smiled and nodded only saying something when one of them asked me a direct question. It was fun though. When we had cake everyone started getting into the party favor bags. I was shocked to find a condom on a stick like a sucker in mine along with little penis shaped mints and a little packet of something called Wet. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that was so I just put it all back in the bag. Rex noticed and smiled at me.

"Sorry about that, Josh," he said. "I know that's not your thing. Just be a sport."

"It's no big deal," I replied. "Happy birthday, Rex."

"Thanks, big guy," he said, making me blush again.

He opened his presents next. He got a lot of DVDs and gift cards for video stores. When he opened the watch his smile widened and thanked me. He surprised me by hugging me tightly. I hugged back though. Rex was my friend so it wasn't a big deal. I was just happy that he liked the watch. He took it out of the box and put it on after setting the right time.

"Thanks," he said again.

"You're welcome," I replied, smiling at him.

Rex went around hugging everyone who'd showed up while I helped Rob and Kenny clean up. They poked and tickled each other the entire time and had a great time. I couldn't help laughing at them as we worked. Once everyone but April was gone, she and Rex started to help us. We got everything put away and cleaned up fairly quickly. Rex took his gifts to his room while Rob and Kenny took the table down and folded all of the chairs. Kenny took them to the basement.

When we were all sitting in the living room, Rex asked me if I'd had a good time. I told him that I'd had a good time. I admitted that it was strange at first being around so many gay people and that I hadn't known until that night that I even knew any gay people. They were all shocked to hear me say that.

"You didn't know about us?" Rex asked with wide eyes.

"Nope," I said, smiling. "But it's all right. You're still Rex and Rob. You're my friends and this doesn't change that."

"Thanks, big guy," he said, smiling. "I'm sorry that it was such a shock for you though. I thought you knew. We both did."

"It's all right," I assured him. "You just might not want to let my mom find out."

"Your mom already knows," said Rob, shocking me. "We told her the first time we met her. She was fine with it."

And life went on as it had before I found out. I was a little shocked that my mom knew about them and hadn't said anything to me about it. I knew that she was an open minded person, but I'd thought it was one thing to be friends with gay people and quite another to let your fifteen year old son hang out with two gay men almost all the time.

It was a few days before she said anything about it at all. She said that April had told her that I hadn't known that Rex and Rob were gay. I was shocked to know that she even knew April. As far as I knew she was a college student just like Rex and Rob. Mom explained that April was in the Registered Nurse program and taking her clinical class at the hospital.

"Does it bother you now that you know about them?" she asked while we ate breakfast one morning.

"No," I said. "It was strange for me at first. I didn't even know I knew any gay people until that night. They're still the same guys they were before I found out though so nothing is different."

"That's good to hear," she said. "I'd hoped I'd taught you to be open minded enough to accept them for who they are instead of what they are. I honestly thought you knew though. I guess if I was going to be worried about what they might have done with or to you this would have calmed that worry. If you didn't know about them that means they'd done nothing to even suggest that they were gay."

That was all she had to say about the matter. Life continued and Rob started to spend more and more time with Kenny while Rex and I got closer and closer. I thought of Rob as the older brother I never had. Rob told me many times that I reminded him of his younger brother and he considered me to be another brother. Rex was the closest friend I'd ever had.

He talked to me about things that were going on in my life. He shared things about his life as well. I learned that his mother and father wanted nothing to do with him because he was gay. We talked about the fact that being gay wasn't a choice. You either were or you weren't and he couldn't control what he was. It was sad that his parents didn't accept him because of his sexuality. There was so much more to Rex than just that little piece of him.

Rob always made sure he was home on Sundays so that he could help me with my school work if I needed it. So far I hadn't really run into any problems, but it was nice to know that the brain was there if I needed him. It wasn't the same though because Kenny was always there with him. I understood that he and Kenny were a couple and that they wanted to spend time together, but I missed the times when it was just me, Rex and Rob. I never said anything about it though. The last thing I wanted was to come between Rob and Kenny in any way.

Winter turned to spring and with it came Rob's birthday. We had a quiet dinner at the house for Rob's birthday. He didn't invite friends from school and I wondered if he had friends at school. Rex told me not to question it so I left it alone. I had gotten Rob an external hard drive for his computer. He thanked me for it and hugged me, but there was something wrong. I didn't know what it was though. Rob was different somehow and I couldn't put my finger on how.

I also noticed that Kenny didn't seem to like me very much. I didn't know why that was either. He never went out of his way to let me know that he didn't like me but then he rarely ever talked to me. He wouldn't spend any time alone in a room with me either. If we were left alone in a room he would get up and leave. I asked Rex about it and he told me not to worry about it so I let that go as well.

On the personal front, my body was toning up fairly nicely. When I lifted my shirt I could definitely see the beginnings of a six pack in my abdomen. It was also lightly covered with dark hair as well. That was the other development in my body. The hair growth that had started with the last growth spurt had continued. My chest now had a thick thatch of hair across it but now there was a thin trail of hair that extended from my pecs to my abs where it flared out and then tapered again to a thin line that extended down to my pubic hair. I knew that this was called the "treasure trail" and after a while I started to like the way my chest and stomach looked with hair growing on them.

With spring came the end of the school year. That meant the end of my daily work outs in the gym's weight room. I started to gear up to ask Mom to buy me a weight machine, but as luck would have it Rex was already a step ahead of me. He was once again seated at the kitchen table talking with my mom when I came down to breakfast that morning. I hadn't yet adjusted to the fact that I didn't have to be at school by six forty-five so I was up in plenty of time to have breakfast with my mom. I'd hoped to discuss the home gym with her that morning.

"Good morning, Josh," Rex said, smiling at me. "I was just talking to your mother about something."

"Morning," I said to both of them as I crossed the kitchen to get a glass of juice.

"Rex tells me that you'll need to continue working out," said my mother. "He's made an interesting proposition."

"What's that?" I asked, sitting across from Rex at the table.

"Well you know that I refuse to let you work out with weights unless there is someone with you," she said. "Rex says that if I get you a membership to the YMCA he'll go work out with you three times per week this summer."

"So you're going to do it?" I asked.

"He's got the money to purchase the membership," she said. "We talked about this yesterday when he came to see me at work so that I could call the YMCA to give them permission. Turned out I had to sign a form. Rex was kind enough to take me to lunch yesterday so we could stop and I could sign the form."

"Thanks, Rex," I said, smiling at him. "Why didn't you say anything about this to me?"

"Surprise," he said, smiling.

"Well you boys have fun and be safe," said my mom as she got up and put her coffee cup in the sink. "Kiddo, I'll see you tomorrow morning if you're up."

"Love you, Mom," I said as she kissed my forehead.

"Love you, too," she said, smiling at me.

I had my supplement shake while Rex washed my juice glass and Mom's coffee cup. He called me a glutton for punishment as he watched me drink down my shake. I told him that after drinking them for so long they actually tasted good. He laughed at that. We headed upstairs to watch a movie while we waited for the YMCA to open. Of course we watched a cult classic horror film and talked all the way through it.

At the YMCA we quickly got registered for our memberships. They said they'd mail the cards to our homes, but issued us temporary cards so that we could get started right away. Rex had bought combination locks for our lockers and we quickly changed out of our street clothes and into shorts and t-shirts. I was a little embarrassed to get naked beside him, but he didn't look at me anyway. I had my jock on before he had even said a word.

We discussed the weight machines at the high school and what muscle groups I'd usually worked on. I explained to him that I worked almost all of my muscle groups and told him about the one week assignments for each machine in the weight room. We both decided to work on our delts and biceps for a while. We spent three hours in the gym and by the time we decided to hit the showers my muscles were sore from the work out. I'd told Rex that since I wouldn't be working out every day I probably needed to lift more than usual. I sure felt it.

In the showers I was acutely aware of being so naked right next to Rex. I couldn't help looking at him and I saw him looking at me. I think he looked at me a bit longer than I looked at him, but after a few minutes of that I no longer felt uncomfortable. Rex was a fit guy. I was a little shocked to see that I had the bigger dick between the two of us though. Even soft I could tell.

And the summer went on. I mowed lawns to make cash. Rex worked four evenings a week and Rob continued to spend most of his time with Kenny. I rarely saw Rob that summer. I missed him and so did Rex, but that was the way it was. Rex and I amused ourselves when he wasn't working. We worked out three times a week for about three hours each time. I continued to drink my supplement shakes for breakfast and eat my energy bars for lunch.

The only thing that broke our routine was driver's training. My birthday fell at the end of the summer, so I wasn't allowed to take driver's training during the school year. I had to wait for the summer session. Rex took me driving as soon as I had my permit. He usually let me drive to and from the YMCA. I took my driver's test for my license in my mom's Volvo, but all of the practice driving was done in Rex's Chevy pick-up.

When my birthday rolled around Rex went to the DMV with us and waited with my mom while I took my driver's test. When we returned to the house I had my license. I was excited about that, but getting there to find Rob waiting for us made my excitement peak a little higher. Kenny was with him, but I didn't let that phase me.

Rex cooked chicken and pork chops on the grill while my mom made potato salad and baked beans. I sat in the living room with Rob and Kenny and told them about my driver's test and how much Rex and I had been working out at the YMCA. Rob informed me that he could see the effects of our work outs. I noticed that Kenny looked at him with a funny look on his face when he said it.

It was true though. My body had definitely gotten a bit more muscular over that summer. I no longer needed the belt to hold up my jeans. Thankfully I hadn't grown much over the school year or summer and the jeans from the year before still fit. Rex had to go up a size over the summer though. He was happy with the cause though.

While we ate, Mom told us about her work and all about a doctor she was fond of. His name was Curtis Birch and he was an Oncologist. Mom said that I'd be meeting him eventually. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Rob told us about his new job. Rex and I were both surprised to learn that he was no longer working at the video store. He had taken a job at the Wentworth Swim Club as an assistant manager. Realization dawned on both of us when Kenny told us that he was the manager of the club.

After slices of chocolate cake it was time for me to open presents. I got a two hundred dollar gift card from Mom which she told me was for clothes. She also gave me a fifty dollar gift card for Suncoast, my favorite video store in the mall. Rex's eyes lit up when he saw that. From Rex I got a portable DVD player. I loved it, but wondered when I would use it. I never went anywhere really. Rob's gift was marked from Rob and Kenny and it was two DVDs. I thanked them for the gift, but I didn't hug either of them. I did hug Mom and Rex when I thanked them though.

Three days before school started I got my answer as to where I would use the portable DVD player. Rex had talked my mom into letting me go on a little road trip to Six Flags in Chicago, Illinois. We had a great time riding roller coasters and acting like children. We watched movies in the portable DVD player in the truck both to the park and back to Bryarwood. We bought souvenirs and all kinds of foods that we'd have to work out extra hard to work off after we ate it. I had the time of my life and couldn't wait to do it again.

Back in Bryarwood Rob was home. When we got there we found him sitting on the couch in the dark. He was crying and we sat on either side of him. He told us that Kenny had broken up with him because he wouldn't move in with him. He'd accused Rob of being interested in me as well. That shocked me. Kenny had to know that I was straight. Rob was like a big brother. I felt sick for him and I hated Kenny. I hadn't ever liked the guy, but now I really hated him.

"You know that's not true right, Josh?" he asked, turning to look at me.

"Of course I know that's not true," I said quickly. "Rob, you're like a big brother to me. I know you're not interested in anything more than friendship with me. Don't worry about it. Kenny's just a jerk."

Rob moped for days and Rex and I didn't know what to do for him. He spent a lot of time in his room and only came out when we made him. I was about to talk to my mom about him, but then he just seemed to snap out of it. Not completely though. He still had biting comments about Kenny to get off his chest. In the end we all had the start of the new school year to think about. I continued to worry about Rob though.

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