My first gay summer
The summer that I was 15, I stayed home alone. Both parents worked, and my younger sister (who was 9) stayed with our grandmother. A few houses over was my friend Jeff. He was also 15, and we hung out all the time, since his parents worked too. We would go back and forth between our houses, usually trading baseball cards, or playing Nintendo.I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but pretty quickly we were showing each other our parents’ stashed porno mags - my parents’ were in my dad’s...