[This is a real story of an experience from my time in Jr. High. All though I did in face masturbate with another male, he touched me and I touched him. I do not think that I'm gay, nor was I trying to be gay. There was no kissing, we weren't dating, he wasn't a boyfriend and we never did it to be gay. It was two male adolescences experimenting.]
I think it was in eight grade when I lived in Glendale UT, my friend Hamilton Porter or Ham as he was always called told me about him and another friend masturbating together in a tree house. He said the friend has stolen a nudie mag from the store and they had gone up to the tree house to look at it.
Ham was a shorter and fatter kid in my grade. He was often picked on because of his glasses. His mom was a strict lady that today I think had some kind of sick views.