Under the bleachers with Tony

I told earlier about some of my boyhood adventures, so will share an experience from my teen years.



At my school we had Jr. High and High school together in the same building, so younger and older boys mixed together more, unlike at a regular Jr. High, and I sometimes had crushes on older boys.

Tony was a basketball player on the High school team. He had black hair and dark brown eyes and I had a crush on him before I ever saw him play. Then when I saw him on the court, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his lean body and the black hair on his legs. My body was mostly smooth then and I was turned on by boys with some hair, but Tony’s was the best. Most of all I liked to see him shoot baskets and the flash of his underarms with just the perfect amount of short, black hair. Anyway, I used to do anything I could to talk to him or just be near him. I was starting to like girls some but I wasn’t attracted to them the same way I was to boys. I had gone through puberty by then and was more horny than ever. It seemed like I had a boner most of the time and sometimes between classes I would jack off in the boys bathroom, especially after seeing Tony in the hall.

My dick was about average in length, maybe a little thicker than most boys my age. But what was different was my nipples. I had large nipples, bigger than any other boys I’d seen and I used to be embarrassed by them. I was very slim and my chest flat and hard with a bit of muscle starting to show, only my nipples were big. A couple of times at the pool some boys made fun of them, so I finally jumped one of them and made his nose bleed, so that was that. Even when I was very young they were bigger than other boys’ but when I went through puberty it was like they swelled up more and stayed that way. Then they also got really sensitive. I could sometimes cum without even touching my dick but just by playing with my nipples, pulling on them and touching them just right.

Anyway, I had a couple of buddies my age I messed around with a lot (secretly for sure in those days) and it was great but I was really more attracted to boys older and more developed.

I never had trouble getting a date although I don’t remember ever approaching a girl first. At school different girls would pursue me, so I just sorta went along. At that age you have a lot of insecurities and quirks and one of mine was that I hated being called ‘cute’, which I got all the time. Boys would give me shit about it and I got into some fights and into trouble, because I wanted to be tough, not cute. I was never feminine at all and played some sports but I wasn’t as good at them as I had been as a kid. But I hated being ‘cute’ and probably made an idiot of myself acting up, trying to look and act tougher than I really was.

Anyway, Tony was in High School, 11th grade, and I was in Jr. High, 9th grade. That doesn’t seem like a big difference in age when you’re an adult, but at that age, and in school, its huge. But I found ways to run into him, and used any excuse to talk to or be around him. It could have been like a lot of boys do, just looking up to an older, popular boy, but I knew it was more than that for me. As for Tony, I don’t think he knew I existed most the time. I was just some brat kid that wanted attention or something. But he never made fun of me or gave me shit, like some of the other older boys did. Still, he didn’t ever say anything but like ‘oh yeah?’ to one of my boasts, or ‘see ya’ almost as soon as I caught up with him him in the hall or somewhere. I admit, I shot many hot teen loads thinking about Tony. Just thinking about the black hair on his legs and underarms got me hotter than hell.

The year passed into late fall and I was still taken with him, but I backed off some, I don’t know why.