I AM GAY

One typical weekday when I was 15, I cut class and spent the day at the local library. I loved books enjoyed spending the day there rather than at school. I guess you could say that I was sort of introverted. I hate admitting that. Anyway that was me back then and there's nothing I can do to change that fact. I went to use the restroom to take a dump(Sorry). While I was there taking my sweet time wiping my butt, I heard a noise go "plop" below me to my right. There was a piece of toilet paper attached to a pen. I picked it up without thinking. I nervously unfolded the sheet and started to read what was scribbled on it.

On it was this message
'Come on over to my stall and I'll suck you off'

My heart started to race and didn't know what to do so I decided to finish wiping my butt and get out of my stall. As I unlocked my stall door to get out, there he was standing there waiting for me. He gently took my hand to guide me back in my stall and for some reason, there seemed to be a force that was keeping me from running away. So I let him suck me. It was the best thing I've ever felt and he sucked me until I came! He swallowed my cum dry and I was shocked at what had happened and decided to block the incident out of my memory.

For almost 2 years, nothing else happened and I went back to my old boring life. When I was 17, I started working part time for a sushi shop in Honolulu. My manager was this guy who was about 6 years older with a really nice butt. He wasn't super handsome or anything but he was nice to me. He drove me home all the time and I liked being with him. To make a long story short, he seduced me and he became my first boyfriend. Naturally we had sex but what I didn't feel happy about was the fact that we weren't allowed to talk about our relationship. The sex was great. He taught me everything about giving head, ass fucking, the works! But he insisted that I keep my mouth shut about all things homo. I started thinking. Why did we have to keep it a secret unless it was something that we weren't supposed to do? Was this something to be ashamed of? Were the Christians right when they were saying that we were the devils and that we would go to hell for sinning? When I should've been happy, I was depressed about not being able to talk about it. I had to tell someone about what I was feeling.

I decided to tell a close friend of mine who worked with me. She was much older than I was and since she didn't know any of my straight friends, I decided that she was perfect.

'I have to tell you something and I don't know how to bring it up but I hope you don't hate me.'
'What is it S...just tell me...you can tell me anything.'
'Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sort of ....different.'
'Different? How so?'
'Umm...well...I different from other normal guys.'
'What? You have three penises? What tell me!'
'Uh...I'm not attracted to women. I'm attracted to men.'

I took a deep breath and waited for her response. I was ready for anything that came.

'S, why was it so difficult to tell me that? So what?'
'I didn't think you wanted to be my friend after I told you.'
'Why does it matter whether you're gay or straight? I like you because of you, not because you're straight or gay.'
'Oh'
'And besides, if a friend says they don't want to be friends with you anymore after telling them that you're gay...they're really not your friends, are they? You don't need bullshit friends like that S'

This conversation was life-changing for me. This became a turning point in my life. For the first time in my life, I felt something rising inside my soul. It was pride...pride of who I was...what I was.I started to feel proud of myself. Proud of being gay...