A Boy Named Roy

I consider my first year of the high school as the moment when the little gay seed inside of me to started to sprout. I'm not saying that I didn't have a fondness for some of my male classmates in junior high, because I did. That's just where the seed was planted, high school is where it started to grow. By then, I could no longer consider my attraction to other guys as a phase, or confuse with simple curiosity.

I remember how scarry the first day of phys. ed. was in junior high school. As the clock counted down the minutes to my first high school shower experience, the fear that I remember from junior high was coming back to me as clear as if it where only yesturday. Then the bell rang bringing 2nd period P.E. to an end, and I knew what was coming next. Like cattle, we'd all make our way to the locker room to engage in that terrifying ritual of mass nudity. I could hear that old familiar sound that I hadn't heard all summer long. It was like no other sound that I had ever experienced before. The sound of teen voices bouncing off of tiled walls, muffled by a multitude of shower heads spraying water at a stinging velocity. It was the only mixture of sounds that could create an instantanious image in my mind. .

I had only imagined what I'd see on that first day, and even those images fell short of what I was seeing with my own two eyes. Many of my classmates had a resigned look of thier faces. As they looked around at some of our upper classmen, it was clear that we where once again, small fish in a big pond. My hands shook all day long, and didn't stop until I made it home and safely through my front door.

"Is that you Eric sweetie?" My mom called out from the kitchen.

"Yeah mom! - I made it home alive" I replied.

"So....... how was the first day of high school?" She asked.

"Pretty intimidating, especially 2nd period." I said 

"I'll bet it was one of those really hard subjects, wasn't it?" She said.

"No, but you're very close" I said, smiling at my mom's question..

I ran off to change clothes before she could ask what subject 2nd period actually was. I layed on my bed replaying the sights and sounds of those last 15 minutes of 2nd period. For the first time in my life, I couldn't wait to get to school in the morning. 

I started to make friends with other freshman who came from different junior high schools. Many of my longtime friends seemed to fade away as the school year progressed. It was sad, but necessary because it provided me with an opportunity to meet other guy's who didn't know me. I felt less obligated to hide the "real me." at any cost. By that, I mean a guy who really liked to look at other guy's. I had yet to developed a desire to touch. Well.....other then myself, I mean.

As I made these new aquaintances, I'd kept the friendship casual so that I could eaisly extract myself at the first sign of heterosexuality. My first year of high school was coming to an end, and I wasn't getting any younger. I'd secretly lust after some of the cutest boys, knowing that anything beyond friendship was a remote possibility. 

When the last day of school arrived, I was sad for the first time in my life. Usually the last day of school was cause for celebration, but this year I'd miss it terribly. Half way through the parking lot, I looked back over my shoulder at the locker room. I knew that it would be 3 whole months before I'd feel the joy of standing under the cool shower with so many other's. 

Summer had begun, and my first year of high school had come and gone so quickly. I suddenly found myself back in the old neighborhood with those friends who had drifted away and found new friends of thier own. Ususally I dreaded those last few day of summer when the new school year loomed just around the corner. Now, I couldn't wait for school to start. I couldn't wait to shed every stitch of clothing and place myself on display for anyone who cared to look. When the first day of my sophmore year arrived, I basically ran to fucking school. I filed into the gym looking for the table that handed out the schedules for those who's last names ended in I thru L. As usual, it was a short line. God! did I ever feel sorry for those A thru D, E thru H, and M thru P kids. The Q thru T kids had it as easy as we did. But no group was as lucky as the W thru Z kids. There was like a dozen of those fuckers at the most.

I waited patientaly in line knowing that I'd be ask for the first four letters of my last name, which are LUEV. My last name is very uncommon as far as Hispanic last names go. Infact, I've never met another person with my last name who was not related to me. Not that there aren't people with the same last name who are not related, because I'm sure there are. It's just not a common Hispanic last name like Gonzales, Martinez, or Sanchez, and it is mispronounced more often then not.

"First four letters of your last name?" The girl asked when I got to the front of the line.

"L.U.E.V" I replied, and watched as her fingers scan down the list.

"Wow! another Luevano (pronounced: Lew-ev-ah-no)" She said. -- "So is Roy your brother or something?" She asked.

I didn't fully understand what she meant until she pointed to my name on the list. I saw her finger pointing to the line that read LUEVANO, ERIC - GRADE 9. Right below my name, I saw LUEVANO, ROY - GRADE 9 and a signature was aready signed there in blue ink. Who was this dude? - A cousin? - I don't ever racall hearing of a relative named Roy. I was filled with this sense of urgency and a need to find this guy and meet him. I wondered if this Roy-boy saw my name when he signed the list, and was he making as big of a deal out of it as I was?

Class after class, I looked around the room for unfamilar Hispanic guys. I'd listen carefully as my name was read during roll call. I know that Roy would follow right after me if he where in my class. By lunch time, I had all but given up trying to find this guy with my last name. Besides, P.E. would follow after lunch, and I couldn't waste a drop of energy on anything else.

With my new P.E. uniform on, I walked out to the basket ball courts where more then a hundred of us waited to see what activity would be assigned. The coach arrived and began barking out orders starting with the letter "A" and I waited patiently until he got closer to my last name.

"Mr Larson, James go to softball! -- Both Mr. Lee's, Joseph & Matthew go to the track! -- Mr. Lewis, Joe go to the tennis court! -- Both Mr. Luevano's Eric and Roy go to softball" The couch shouted. 

As I got to my feet, I spotted the mysterious Roy Luevano for the first time. God! did I ever hope he wasn't a relative because he was as cute as could be. We walked towards the softball field while moving closer to each other. He was about an arm's length to my right, and 7 or 8 steps ahead of me. I could see him staring at my shadow as it closed in next to his. As bad as I wanted to talk to him, I was too shy as usual, and I hated that about me. But Roy was much more outgoing, and he stopped and turned around as if he where waiting for me to catch up to him.

"Hey, are you Eric Luevano?" He asked.

"Yeah, you must be Roy." I said.

"Yeah I am dude! - What a trip, I've never met someone with my last name who wasn't related." He said.

"Same here." I said.

Like long lost brother's, we talked to each other non-stop during the entire class. Normally, I'd be too chicken to spark up a conversation like this, but I wanted to talk to him very much. We determined that we where not related but it didn't surprise me when Roy said that his family had just moved here from Texas. He was from El Paso, and my parents where from San Antonio. Now in Texas, Luevano's are as common as Gonzales' are in California. We where both surprised when the bell rang. It was hard to believe that 45 minutes had passed so quickly. I found myself hanging on his every word, and taking notice of his subtle beauty.

Sadly, Roy's P.E. locker was on the opposit end of the room, But it didn't stop me from looking in that direction. Eventually I did spot a very wet, and very naked Roy about 10 showerheads to my left. It wasn't close enough to make out the fine details, but it was close enough to see that Roy was remarkably similar to me in the nude. Aside from the fact that we're about the same height and weight, we had the same skin tone, and our penis' where so similar in appearance, they would have made a nice set of matching bookends.

I happened to be glancing at a guy over in Roy's direction just at the right time. He had donkey-dick for a cock, and I was surprised to see Roy staring at it in a not so covert manner. I saw Roy turn his head and carefully drop his eyes towards that massive meat, and then mouth the word "Damn!" as the guy strutted out of the shower. That was all that I could take, and I had to make a quick dash for my towel before my dick popped up to full mast.

For some reason, Roy and I didn't try to meet up after gym to kill a few minutes before our next class. I'd usually not see him again until the next day. It stayed like this for most of that semester. Nevertheless, I couldn't escape the fact that I was becoming very attracted to him. Day-after-day, Roy and I would become closer friends then the day before. He was letting his summer flat-top grow out and it changed his appearance dramatically. He was starting to look like a 18-year old Antonio Banderas, and it captivated me.

His straight teeth, smooth olive skin, warm smile, and our "Spanglish" conversations where the highlight of my day. Once the first half of the school year ended, Roy and I had completed our P.E. requirements for that year. Seeing him nude was temporarly on hold and I set out to change that as quickly as possible. Not all was lost because I now had him in 4th period art, and 5th period creative writing. That gave us the perfect opportunity to become closer. Both classes where taught in the same classroom, and by the same teacher. We shared a small desk together, and sometimes Roy's leg would brush up against mine and cause me to shiver. Once, I shivered and gasped at the same time. From the corner of my eye, I saw Roy glance over at me, and then he look down at the goose-pumps on my arm. No other person has ever caused me to feel the things that Roy did. 

By the end of that school year, Roy had yet to mention a girl, or anything that would confirm heterosexuality. So I dropped my guard a little and allowed him into my life beyond the safety zone. He was no longer a casual aquaintance that I could cut loose at the drop of a hetero comment. For him to do so at this point in the game would be very painful, and I'm not sure that I could let go of Roy as eaisly as I had done with some of the other guys I tried to spark-up a friendship with.

We spent a great deal of the following Summer together waiting for our Junior year to begin. Our friendship had finally overcome any sense of modesty between us. That all stemed from a conversation we had out by the swimming pool at his house one day. We initially started talking about our varsity football team, and how bad they sucked this year. In particular, our star quarterback who had lost his love for the game, and wasn't as fast as he once was. 

"He can still run faster then me." Roy said.

"I'm amazed that anyone could run so fast with a dick that big between thier legs." I said.

"He is kind of big, isn't he?." Roy said.

"Kind of? - That cock is more then kind of big, it's fuckin' humoungous!" I said.

We talked openly about some of the other big dicks that could be seen around the locker room. We even agreed that looking at other dicks was natural, and that any guy who claims to never have taken a look around was most likely dishonest. Then I brought up a few other names and waited to see what Roy knew about them, if anything.

"Hey! - What about Matt Lee?" I said.

When Roy started to giggle, I knew that he had already seen the dick in question. Matt was a senior who was nearly 6-feet tall. He was in excellent shape and had a really mean 6-pack, and decent arms. But he had a dick that was beyond small. It was flat out tiny. Infact, I'm not sure how you could even refer to it as a penis sense no shaft was visable. If you stood directly infront of Matt, you'd see a less then average size dickhead peeking out of a small patch of pubes. His entire package could be hidden from view with a business card.

We both wondered what masturbation must be like with such a small penis, and the topic wondered from there. We touched lightly on some of our own personal masturbation secrets. Things that I'd never tell anyone else, but didn't feel hesitant to share them with Roy. Infact, the entire topic of conversation had me in a mood to tear down the last layer of modesty between us. I couldn't resist the urge to strip down naked and jump in the pool right in front of Roy. He'd either sit and watch, or join me. Either would be just fine with me.

"It's fuckin' hot! - I gotta get in that pool before I burn up!" I said. 

I started to kick off my shoes as I pulled my shirt up over me head. From the corner of my eye's, I watched Roy to see what his reaction would be. He seemed to be watching me very closely. I pulled each sock off one at a time, and that left me with just my jeans and boxers. I pulled my pants off and ran towards the pool in my boxers, and dove into the deep end. I knew before I even hit the water that my boxers would slide right off of me. I let Roy in on the embarrassing situation as soon as I surfaced.

"Roy! - My fucking boxers came all of the off." I said.

Roy got up from his chair and walked over to the edge of the pool. He started laughing when he spotted my boxers slowly decending to the bottom of the deep end. 

"Well.....dive down and go get them nature boy!" Roy said.

"I can't dive down that far, it makes my ears hurt. I'll fish them out with the skimmer?" I said, and headed towards the stairs in the shallow end of the pool. I walked right up onto the pool deck butt naked and grabbed the skimmer pole. Roy seemed intrigued by how casual I was about being maked in his back yard. It wasn't until Roy walked over to the deep end of the pool that he took notice of something oddly familiar.

"Eric - your dick looks just like mine" He said. "I mean like almost identical." 

When Roy grew tired of watching me try to get my boxers with the net, he took off all of his clothes, including his boxers and dove into the pool. He surfaced with my boxers and tossed them up onto the deck. I decided to dive back in and just swim around naked. 

"Aren't you gonna put your boxers back on?" Roy asked.

"Do I have to? I replied

"No- you don't have to?" He said.

"Cool" I said.

We sat on the edge of the pool amazed at the similarities in our dicks. They where the same size, shape, color, and even the circumscision scars looked similar. I began to fear that Roy and I where related some how. From the neck down, we could have passed for identical twins. I had always thought that dicks where like finger prints, and that no two where the same. But when you compared our dicks side-by-side, they where nearly identical. Soft, that is..............our erections remained to be seen.