When i was a boy

When i was a boy i had a friend named K for the story's sake and he was so hot the little bastard had a 6 pack at 12 years old. We shared the same name and school and classes and girls would gush over him and overlook me. I thought i was jealous of the girls attention but really i just wanted him like everyone else. I would spend the night at his house an eventually we would wrestle around and oops i would grab his dick and it was hard. Hard like a vein lined rock. I pulled and squeezed it a bit but never really committed to jacking him off or sucking it. We had these encounters a couple of times but he eventually became bored and our friendship deteriorated.
Here, my friends is the point of this story: Do you want to look back at a memory from 30 years ago and regret not doing what you wanted because you were afraid of what your friends and family might think if you were caught? Or do you want that memory, good or bad, decided by only you and that friend who looked like a young Heath Ledger with a tan and a six-pack and a nice hard dick?