I was tall for my age at 5’6” and pretty thin, but was definitely a late bloomer when it came to sexual characteristics. I’m speechless and don’t know what to do. We got to talking and shooting baskets. After the first couple of strokes I’m already breathing heavy, with my mouth half open, stating back at him, and staring at his hard-on. After cleaning ourselves up Brad wipes up the mess on the floor as I watch. He must have noticed that I was spending far more time checking him out than shooting hoops, and that every time he raised the ball over his head I was pretty obviously trying to look down his armpits or at his waist. My own hard-on was about five inches long at the time, and a little thinner than Brad’s, with no curve to it at all. I’m speechless and don’t know what to do.
