My First Sleepover_(0)

This is the story of how we found out that eachother was gay and what happened that day.

As Derek was only three years older than me, 15, we got along pretty well. In fact, you could say that I looked up to him – both because of his supposed popularity with the girls and the fact that he didn’t seem to be bothered by the constant hassle that he recieved for hanging around with me (it was considered shameful to be seen with anyone in the class below). Derek was such a cool guy, at the age of 12 I still wasn’t really thinking about sex – He was though. One Sunday when I was at his house and we’d just finished playing some video games on his computer, he opened up the internet and showed me some pictures of naked girls, I found out later that it was to see how I reacted, I didn’t do anything at the time; just looked at him, said goodbye and walked home. Skip forward about two months.

Derek walked up to meet me in our usual spot under the stairs during mid-morning break on Friday the 2nd of April. Unsuprisingly, he started chatting about the lesson he just had and the lesson he had next; then out of the blue, he asked me if I wanted to have a sleepover at his house with a few of his friends – since I had gotten to know these friends and they didn’t bullie my like the other boys in his year, I decided that it might be fun as I’d never been to a sleepover before. So that night I went home and told my Mom that I was going to sleep at a friends house that night, because it was a Friday and I didn’t have school the next day she didn’t seem to mind – just told me not to stay up too late, be carefull etc.. all the normal motherly stuff. She wasn’t to know what would end up happening because of that one night…

After I had packed my bag and said bye to my parents I started walking towards Derek’s house, I had butterflies in my stomach. For some reason I was actually nervous about spending time with my best friend, I was so confused. I slowed almost to a stop as I reached the bottom of the path to his front door, I practically crawled to the door bell with my finger and I was just about to pull it away as it opened with a crash, knocking me off my feet. “Why the fuck would I do that?” Somebody I had never seen shouted back as he slammed the garden gate shut and stormed back along the road towards what I’m guessing was his house. I was about to jump up and join him when Derek came to close the door and noticed me lying there, dazed and confused on the grass beside the door.

“What are you doing down there?” He asked, grinning as he helped me up.

“That jerk just pushed me out the way when he left” I said whilst I picked up my belongings and hobbled into his house.

“Oh. Yeah, Jerry is an idiot. Doesn’t care about anything other than himself.” And that was that, we said nothing more about Jerry.

For being one of my best friends, I hadn’t been into Derek’s house very often.