Or, well, you get used to doing things with someone that you're used to doing on your own. Being so close with someone, it's hard to do anything alone. He was honestly with me more than he was at his own home. Every weekend (and some week nights) he'd be at my house. Being the only children in the neighborhood, we were destined to be best friends. We've been friends since we were 10 years old, and I moved to the same cul de sac that he lives on. (He's the first baseman and I'm a starting pitcher.) He's 5'10, a skinny 140, with straight black hair and ice blue eyes. He's the same age as me, and also plays on the baseball team. I'm straight, but the feeling and look of being mostly hairless is what I prefer.
I keep myself clean shaven from my face to my cock and ass. My dick is just under 8 inches long, pretty thick, and cut. My hair is medium brown, average length, and my eyes are green. My name's Jake I'm 5'9, 150 pounds, and I play baseball for the school, so I'm in pretty good shape. Names have been changed (obviously) as well as ages to comply with site rules**Īt the time all of this happened I was 18, beginning my senior year of high school.
