Ok, a little background information on how I came to this point in my life: Ever since 7th grade, I had started to become slightly jealous of hot looking guys and their perfect bodies. And… well… since then, I bet you can guess where I went from there 😉 .

But this is the story of my first gay experience, and this happened not that long ago and I remember it vividly and smile while thinking about it.

Anyways, so back in high school during my senior year I had dropped roughly 70lbs because honestly, I really wanted to get fucked out of my mind by a girl. And being my senior year, my golf coach had me promoted to Captain and I had to work with all the incoming freshmen who joined the team.
Some were cute to me, but one kid stood out amongst all the others. We called him Scooby, I don’t know how he got that nickname, but it was cute and when you called him Scooby and he smiles at ya, your heart melt and your cock felt good.

Scooby was different because he was a hockey player. Now, in golf, having a person who plays hockey is great because they have the body for it. And Oh My God… did he have a body… nice defined 6 pack on some days, 8 on others (Ha, I bet you’re wondering “How did he see this kid’s bod?” 😉 ). He was roughly 5’ 11” and I’m 6’ even and just lean and muscular. His eyes were an amazing dark blue color that went along perfectly with his sandly mopped and short cut hair. His smile was to die for, but alas I only thought about him when I would masturbate at home sometimes because I thought he was straight (And boy do I LOVE straight guys).

Then that all changed

Golf season came, so did the practice.