Crush: Ryan
Ryan and I were computer geeks together. While I was in the Amiga camp, he was into the early Apple/Macs. There was not adversarial nature to it. We just would show off what each of our computers could do, and what we were programming at that time. Again, we were altar boys together, and his family had the coolest stuff. He had a zipline in his backyard, and he taught me archery in his backyard.
Ryan wasn’t exactly a crush per se, but his dick was the first one that I had seen that wasn’t my own. I was staying over at his house, just him and me, and we decided to play truth or dare. I dared him to be naked for the rest of the night, so he stripped, but laid on his stomach. We continued to play, and I ended up daring him to sit up for the rest of the night. When he sat up, he was rock hard and huge. He was a short guy, and even at 15, he was packing at least 9” hard. He was definitely bigger that I was, and not very shy about him being hard. He just shrugged and tried to make up some excuse, but it never got soft, for the rest of the night. But, we were teenagers, and I really didn’t mind. At this point, I had never thought I was gay, never really put two and two together (I was naïve).
Nothing really happened between Ryan and I, but we did jack off together a couple of times, under the presence of additional truth and dare games. We never admitted anything to each other, and we never really talked about it outside of the hushed confines of late night games.
Ryan and I drifted away when I was sent to boarding school, and he has since gotten married also. No kids last I heard from him, and I get updates from my mom occasionally when she runs into him at Church.
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