Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2018 23:25:01 -0500 From: Brandon M Subject: It Started in Sixth Grade, Chapter 1 The usual disclaimers apply. This is a story involving children discovering their sexuality. If it is illegal for you to read this story, then don't. If not, then please do. IT STARTED IN SIXTH GRADE Chapter 1: Labor Day Weekend Labor Day weekend meant the last of summer vacation. School would start on Tuesday and for me and my friends, Scott and Mark, it would be hell. We were at Scott's house, watching it rain and talking about what the change from elementary school to middle school was going to mean. We'd already complained about going from having one teacher to eight picking at us and were getting nowhere fast on the main problem we had. Middle school meant a locker room and showers and as eleven-year olds, we weren't ready to face that. "Why do we even have to take showers anyways?" Mark asked. "Gym's our last class of the day. Who cares how we smell?" "Steven says it's so we learn personal hygiene" Scott said. Steven was Scott's fourteen-year old brother and his go-to with every question he had. We lapsed into a momentary silence. I looked at my buddies. Scott, dark haired and brown-eyed, and Mark, reddish brown haired and green-eyed, and I had been friends since first grade. We'd had sleepovers all the time and, when we were little, took baths together, but we hadn't seen each other naked in a couple of years and who knew what changes were going on down there. As for me, the answer would be not much, but I didn't know about them and I was wondering. I was also wondering if they were wondering about me and about each other. Scott broke the silence. "Steven says we can't skip out on showers. The coach watches, makes sure you go in the shower room buck naked and come out of there wet." "That's stupid," Mark said. "Yeah," I said, though if I had to do it, at least everybody would be naked and on display too. I didn't want to be seen, but I definitely wanted to see. "I don't really like the idea of walking around naked in front of everybody." Scott looked around the room. "You know, Steven's at Jeremy's house and is going straight from there up to the lake with Jeremy's family and my parents won't be home until six. We could practice." "Practice what?" Mark asked. "Walking around naked. Getting used to it," Scott said. "If we can't do it in front of each other, no way we can do it at school." "That's true," I said, hoping he meant it. Mark looked at Scott. "You sure nobody's going to come walking in." "Positive." "Well, I—I guess we can. If you guys want to," Mark said. "I'm in," I said. "So, how do we do this?" Scott sat up a little straighter. "Well, in school we'd just take off our clothes with everybody else, but since it's just us, maybe it can be more like a game, make it a little easier." He went into his closet and came back with a deck of cards. "We'll each draw cards. Low card takes off one piece of his clothes. I've got two shoes, two socks, shirt, shorts and underwear. Either of you wearing anything more than that?" "You can see us, dumb butt," Mark said. "We're all the same." I wondered if that was true all the way down under our clothes. "Do shoes and socks count as two things or four?" I asked. "Let's do four," Scott said. "Make the suspense last." Suspense? Was Scott as curious as I was? I could feel my boner starting to come up and shifted a little where I was sitting. It might have been my imagination, but I thought the other guys did some rearranging too. "Ready?" Scott asked. Me and Mark said we were. We were sitting in a circle on the floor and I tried to tell if the other guys were popping boners too, but I couldn't. I just hoped I wouldn't be naked first, just in case. Scott dealt us each a card and on a count of three, we turned them over. Scott and Mark both drew fours and I had them beat with a five. One shoe off for each. After a few rounds, we were all barefooted and tied up. The next draw meant shirts. Somebody was three hands away from being the first one naked. "Now it's getting good," Mark said. Scott dealt the next three cards and we flipped them over. Three tens, which made us all laugh. "Shirts off, guys," Scott said. Shirts off was good, but we went swimming from time to time and I'd seen both of my friends without shirts. Still, I gave them a lookover and realized they were doing the same with me. I hoped I wouldn't be low man next. Underwear couldn't disguise a boner, even one that was just three inches like mine. I tried to keep myself from thinking about how long theirs would be and whether or not I'd even find out. Mark lost the next round and started to wiggle out of his shorts when Scott said, "Stand up and take them down." "What?" "You heard me. That's how we'll have to do it at school, so that's how we'll have to do it here." "But...um..." "No buts. Am I right, Brian?" "Makes sense to me," I said. Mark was blushing furiously and when he stood, it was obvious why. I wasn't the only one with an erection. He pulled his shorts down and sat quickly, but it was still obvious that there was a boner under his baby blue briefs. I didn't think Mark was better looking than Scott or vice-versa, but I hoped he lost the next round so he'd have to strip before his boner went down. As it turned out, Scott lost the next one and when he stood, he didn't hide the fact that he, too, was boned up. He slipped his shorts off, revealing navy blue briefs and a pole that looked about the size of mine, and then sat down. I guess after he saw that Mark was hard, he didn't see reason to pretend he wasn't. Scott shuffled the deck and, as he did, he said, "We should make this more interesting." "How?" I asked. "When a guy loses his underwear, he has to be blindfolded and lay down on the floor and let the other two look him over for a full minute. Deal?" My dick was as hard as it had ever been and I agreed to his idea, as did Mark. I figured I was two items away from naked and they were one, so the odds were in my favor. Scott dealt the three cards. It was my turn to flip first. Seven of spades. Right in the middle. Odds weren't in my favor or not in my favor. Mark was next. Eight of clubs. Scott tapped his card. "Seven or less, I'm naked. Eight or more, we're all tied up." He turned it over. Nine of hearts. Nervously, I stood and decided I would try to be casual about my erection, but once I started to slide my shorts off, I picked up my pace in a hurry and sat back down. "Well," Scott said, "next hand somebody gets naked. Since it's all even, I think we should make it even more interesting. Whoever gets naked first has to do what we said, but with one guy at a time. Low card gets naked, high card gets to do the minute look at him first." We agreed to the new terms and Scott dealt the cards. He turned his over first. Six of diamonds. Mark was next and revealed the four of clubs. I flipped my card. Three of spades. "Okay, blond boy," Scott said. "Stand up and pull `em down." "What about you guys?" I asked. "We're supposed to be practicing naked." "Well, we'll keep playing until all of us are naked," Scott said. "If you lose again, then we'll get to figure out a punishment for you. But right now, you need to stand up and strip." For the first time, I was going to intentionally let not one, but two people see me naked. Not only naked, but my three inch hairless boner would be there for all to see. I quick looked at the other two. Mark was sitting forward, so it was hard to tell if he had an erection or not. Scott was sitting with his arms braced behind him, so there was no secret there. He was hard. I stood, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my red Fruit of the Looms, and let them fall to the floor. "Go out in the hall," Scott said to Mark. "I'll tie Brian's shirt around his eyes and then get my minute to look at his skinny little...body." Mark left and Scott blindfolded me and helped me lay down on the floor. For about ten seconds, there was no sound and I wondered if Scott was standing and looking at me or if he was down on the ground getting a close up look at my boyhood. I thought I felt him breathing on my thigh, but I wasn't sure. I waited out the long fifty seconds and then Scott and Mark switched places. Again I wondered how I was being looked at—up close or from a distance. I'd never know. A minute later, Scott was back in the room and the blindfold was off my eyes. It felt funny sitting there stark naked, knowing I was just being checked out, and going back to the game. Scott dealt three more cards and it was his turn to be naked. Like before, he wasn't shy and his dick was exposed to us both. Mark had the first look so I waited in the hall. When my turn came to go in and see Scott, I decided I was going to look at him as close up as I could. So I did. Like me, he was about three inches, circumcised and totally hairless. His legs were spread and I could see his butthole. That was weird but really cool. I wondered if Scott and Mark looked at mine. When Mark came back, he said, "Why don't I just get naked now so it's all even?" I could see his boner pushing to get out of his briefs. We both agreed and Scott and me drew cards to see who looked first. Scott one and, after Mark was naked, I went out to the hall. The door didn't close behind me so I peeked in to see what Scott was doing. His butt was in the air toward me and his face was in real close to Mark's dick. So he was doing up close and personal. On my turn, I did the same. Mark's dick looked just like mine and Scott's—about three inches, hairless, and circumcised. I guess we didn't have reason to worry. "Now what do we do?" Mark asked. "Well, we're supposed to be practicing being naked in front of other guys, so I guess we stay naked until Scott's parents get home," I said, not wanting the flesh parade to end. "Let's play Truth or Dare," Scott said. "Mark, you can go first since you were naked last." "Truth," Mark said. "Who do you think had the better body?" Scott asked. "Me or Brian." Mark shrugged. "A tie, I guess." "Who has the better looking dick?" I asked. Mark shrugged again. "They kinda looked the same." Scott said, "Give me a dare. Both of you." "Feel both our dicks," I said, surprised at how bold I said it. "For a full minute. Both at the same time." "I got a better one," Mark said. "A dare for all of us." "What's that?" Scott asked. "We go in your closet and turn off the light. Until somebody wants to stop, we can all do whatever we want without knowing who we're doing it to or who's doing it to us. We can feel each other's dicks and find out what that's like without being seen or nothing." We all agreed and headed for the closet. A little bit of a slow start, I suppose, just like real life. What's going to happen in that closet? What's going to happen afterward? We'll find out in Part 2, if there's enough interest to get me to write it.