Boy Story: The Road Taken - 1. It's a Boys World

Of course, since there were more students in high school than middle school, there were more boys who were worth discretely checking out; either from behind or with a sideways glance from the front. And occasionally I’d catch a boy with a tootsie roll in his pants. I don’t mean a full-on boner (that would put it out of tootsie roll range for most boys), but perhaps as a high school textbook might describe it: “A temporary mispositioning causing a more defined outline than is perhaps intended.”

And then some of my interactions with girls would somehow inexplicably lead me back to boys. You see, in Freshman year there was this girl who was in one of my classes and really peaked my interest. She had blond hair and blue eyes and she was very pretty, which is why I quickly noticed her. She was thin and hadn't fully developed yet since we were only about 14 at the time. And she was very innocent looking. You know, pure. Certainly a virgin at 14 years of age. Her name was Becky, and I would easily declare her one of the prettiest girls in our class. Of course, this placed her out of my league. But whenever I'd see her, I'd observe and watch with interest. She had a secret fan in me.

It didn't take long for the local good-looking bad boy in school, John, to become her boyfriend. Yes, I found him cute too. They certainly belonged together—the most beautiful girl and the best looking boy in our class (now that Joey was gone) managed to find each other. If you think the main plot in the movie Grease, you'd be on the right track. The pure girl meets the cute local juvenile delinquent. By Junior year, they had a spot against the wall at the intersection of two main hallways, where they would often make out between classes. Unabashedly, right out in the open. Deep, open mouth kissing with tongues down each other's throats. I knew by that point, he had certainly deflowered her. How did I know? Because if I were him, I would have. You don't suck face like that in public if there isn't more going on behind closed doors. While I would deride their public displays to my friends, I secretly wanted to be him. The hottest guy in the school, with the hottest girl, displaying his ownership of her for all of the other students to see. Revolting yet arousing. I often wondered what it would be like to make out with her, yet sometimes I wondered what it would be like to make out with him.

At the time, tight, broken-in jeans were the overwhelming fashion choice for the popular boys. Every day, John wore jeans that looked as if they were painted on. You could admire the structure and shape of his legs without getting to see everything. It was like he was throwing his admirers a bone. You get just a little taste. And speaking of "bone" is the whole point of this passage. You see, I'd generally pass them making out in the hall once or twice a day. And when they were breaking it off and heading to class, I'd glance at his crotch. Nothing! How can that be? How can he be engaging in what is pretty much foreplay in public with one of the hottest girls in our class and not get hard? I know I couldn't accomplish that in school with tight pants because I'd obviously be sporting wood. I checked his crotch as often as it was visible after a make-out session...and nothing. Did he have a small penis? That's probably it. Or was he stoned and unable to get it up? That could be it too. Or was he just not that into her? Unlikely based on their public displays. Regardless, I never understood it.

In the end, John took the sweetest, cutest, most innocent-looking girl and turned her into a slut. She was a bit naive and, of course, no girl would think of saying "no" to the hottest guy in the class. As a result, the die was cast and he ruined her. By Senior year, however, the love affair was over. I never heard the exact reason why. I figured he was visually attracted to her and she was visually attracted to him, which often led to sex. But beyond that, they really had nothing in common. I'm guessing she wanted a relationship with growth potential, and he was happy putting in the little effort he did.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I was horny so often during my high school years, I was sometimes masturbating two to three times a day. I figured I’d really have to get a girlfriend if I’m ever going to get any relief. At first, I was not so comfortable with girls, they seemed a bit peculiar. I mean, I was always playing sports with boys and hanging out with my friends at school, so I felt very comfortable in that environment. Fortunately, right before Senior year, the rest of my body caught up with my growth spurts. My face became handsome and my skinny body acquired some definition. That, coincidentally, was about the same time I began to like girls. Why? I wanted to have sex and that was the only accepted avenue, so I was following protocol. And I went on in life dating girls and successfully moving past the boy thing right up into college. Until one day when a chance encounter would drastically change my trajectory. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.

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