I'm Jamie, a 13-year-old boy and a member of my school's soccer and baseball teams. I've recently entered puberty, which I find challenging due to being detrimentally horny all the time. On the bright side, my penis has grown bigger and I have a whole three wisps of pubic hair now. Being an athlete in the making, I had a slim, toned body and due to my youth my skin was unblemished and supple.
I was constantly battling my raging hormones that demanded I engage in non-stop sex, which I obviously couldn't. In maths class, in English class, and especially in gym class. Now, I certainly wasn't gay—I think—but it's just natural for boys my age and in my stage of development to get curious about the anatomy of my peers. Gym showers had become exciting and awkward at the same time, and it took great willpower on my part to focus on just scrubbing myself free of sweat from the exercise instead of looking at the bodies of the other boys.
Much of my free time was now spent releasing all my pubescent sexual energy in the form of spanking the monkey, chocking the chicken, beating the meat, or wrangling the snake. I had masturbated to every conceivable fantasy involving the girls in my class or the hot, female teachers we had. I took great care not to let my thoughts wander off to the other boys in my class or teams, or our coach Michael, because I didn't want to be gay.