I stamered 'I'm sorry, please don't tell my parents I looked at these'. All of a sudden I heard a cough, it was my best friends dad Mr. I lost track of time as I stared at the pages of guys fucking these boys. My bathing suite I was wearing stuck out like a tent and had a big wet spot on I started to sweat looking at them, and got super hard. I never saw porn mags let alone guy ones. There were a girlie ones on top but as I look lower I saw guy ones. I knelt down and started to look through them. I was surprise to see they were all porn mags. I figured no one was home so I started looking through them. It was a stack of magazines, all tyed together. No one was home, but someting caught my eye. The side door was behind a high stockade fence that surrounded the the rear portion of the house from the side back. I knoxed on the front door but there was no answer, so, I went to the side door. It was July and I was hot and bored, so I cut through back yards to my friends house.
It was also a time when being gay or having gay thoughts was I lived in a suburban community in the late 60's where all the houses looked the same and we all my friends had pools. It was the summer before I went into high school, so I was about thirteen and a half.
