ABSTRACT
When I was 9 years old, my best friend in the world was Ronnie. We did everything together and spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. One day, we were at Ronnie’s house playing in the pool. After swimming we were taking separate showers in the outhouse by his pool, when Ronnie asked if he could step into my shower because he didn’t have any soap in his. I wondered why I couldn’t just pass him the soap, but all of a sudden I found myself excited at the idea of showering together. I had always been attracted to other boys, but didn’t know what that attraction was and had never had the nerve or opportunity to act on it. At that moment I knew that I really wanted him to come over into my shower and that I wanted to see his body. I told him to come over.
