Rodger noticed me just ogling it and looked over and smiled at me, 'come over here,' he said. Rodger noticed me staring at it and just smiled and left it hang out for a while and just stroked it back and fort until it was hard, he had his foreskin and it was awesome looking. I looked over and saw Rodger's cock, it was humongous, or at least to me it seemed that way. Then there was this one day we were there in the Garage and he wanted to piss, it was pouring down rain outside and he just opened the back door and pisses out, no one was around anyway and I loved it. Well truth was I wanted to see it and if I could even touch it, but I figured Rodger wasn't into that. I guess what I loved most was when he would wear his gym shorts and I would see the outline of this thick cock of his. Rodger was so good looking and sexy, and I had this crush on him, I would do anything to go up and just watch him work on his car or what ever he was doing in his garage.
Then it happened, at 16 I met Rodger, a young man of about 24 that lived up the back ally from our house. I had started doing the jerk-off thing with a few buddies of mine from school, but I wanted more. I knew as a young lad at the age of 15 I was into guys, I was gay.