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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 18
My Homosexual Agenda
I was in 6th grade when the rumors started, the ones that accused me of Homosexuality. They didn't have much traction, as there was no proof, not even an anecdote, and really didn't affect me much. It wasn't until a couple of weeks after summer vacation began that they became something more.
It began with the rumor that, while at a sleepover, I had tried to suck the other boy's cock, but he had woken up before I had the chance. All the other rumors were unsubstantiated vague whispers, but this one had some substance to it. Not a day later, two more rumors were added to that one. One was that I had suggested we shower together because it would be faster, and we'd be able to return to the movie we had been watching before the other boy's mom came in and told us to get ready for bed. The other was at yet another sleepover, camping out in the other boy's backyard, this time with me trying to get the other boy to zip our sleeping bags together to make one big one so we could share body heat as it was really cold. He had already suggested we sleep naked because his brother said you would be warmer, and we had both taken off our underwear, so my suggestion meant sleeping in the same bag naked together.
Once those were out, the first one was embellished with each telling, eventually having the other boy wake up to me sucking him off. The other two changed in the wake of this new version, which no one ever questioned. According to their versions, I had climbed into the shower with the other boy and tried to soap his dick up while the other one was now that the other boy was asleep and woke up because I had crawled into his sleeping bag naked and had pulled down his underwear. With these new versions, the rumors became more widespread and accepted by the majority of my classmates.
I knew I couldn't do anything about them due to the nature of rumors, which I have always said was instrumental in my decision to come out. Since everyone had already decided that I was a 'faggot' actually proving them true was a minor thing. I decided that there would be nothing to it, but after coming out to Daddy and Mommy and being told they already knew and that they were there for me, I lost any trepidation about being out. So, on the first day of 7th grade, I came out to everyone else, all my classmates, old and new, and the school.
The rumors were like a primer, preparing everyone for what was to come, my coming out. When I did, the transition wasn't so bad, not like it would have been without the rumors. Those students who had gone to another elementary and so had no experience with me were shocked. But the ones who did know me prior to Jr High mostly nodded at each with looks of 'I knew it!' From my perspective, they were integral to my plan.
The Plan: My decision to come out was made for a simple reason, one that was both selfish and shallow; I wanted to attract other boys, ones who, like me, were desirous of some naked boy-boy fun, which was all I was interested in. I didn't care about anything, not even who the other boy was or what he looked like or anything; as long as I got to have my first Homosexual experience, I was down. I was also dying to know the answer to the question that had been plaguing me since I was 10, rising up from the first time I masturbated and made myself ejaculate: Did other boys' semen taste as yummy as mine? Or was it better? (the answer, BTW, is better, much, much better)
The rumors boosted my reputation and made my coming out much easier, but what was funny was how no one questioned them. Besides the changing stories behind each one, another fact was totally glossed over. That was that all three incidents took place at sleepovers. No one ever questioned this or asked who the other boy was; each one involved was nameless and unidentifiable. The reason this was laughable was due to the simple fact that I had no friends.
I had been bullied and picked on all my life, rejected by my peers because of how I appeared. I have a form of Albinism that gives me my milk-white skin coloring but allows me my green eyes and bright orangish-red hair, which was not only the hair on my head and my eyebrows but also the ultra-fine hair we all have, which, in the right light, gives me a weird pinkish tinge. On top of that, I am chubby, with A-cup moobs, a slight belly with a thick middle, and a big butt. I am also effeminate in demeanor and mannerisms, I was always the freak no one wanted to be around or be associated with, so I was very lonely and friendless.
No one ever asked... but I never would have admitted the truth if they had. I don't think it would have mattered if they knew the truth... which was that I had been the one who started the rumors.
It began with the rumor that, while at a sleepover, I had tried to suck the other boy's cock, but he had woken up before I had the chance. All the other rumors were unsubstantiated vague whispers, but this one had some substance to it. Not a day later, two more rumors were added to that one. One was that I had suggested we shower together because it would be faster, and we'd be able to return to the movie we had been watching before the other boy's mom came in and told us to get ready for bed. The other was at yet another sleepover, camping out in the other boy's backyard, this time with me trying to get the other boy to zip our sleeping bags together to make one big one so we could share body heat as it was really cold. He had already suggested we sleep naked because his brother said you would be warmer, and we had both taken off our underwear, so my suggestion meant sleeping in the same bag naked together.
Once those were out, the first one was embellished with each telling, eventually having the other boy wake up to me sucking him off. The other two changed in the wake of this new version, which no one ever questioned. According to their versions, I had climbed into the shower with the other boy and tried to soap his dick up while the other one was now that the other boy was asleep and woke up because I had crawled into his sleeping bag naked and had pulled down his underwear. With these new versions, the rumors became more widespread and accepted by the majority of my classmates.
I knew I couldn't do anything about them due to the nature of rumors, which I have always said was instrumental in my decision to come out. Since everyone had already decided that I was a 'faggot' actually proving them true was a minor thing. I decided that there would be nothing to it, but after coming out to Daddy and Mommy and being told they already knew and that they were there for me, I lost any trepidation about being out. So, on the first day of 7th grade, I came out to everyone else, all my classmates, old and new, and the school.
The rumors were like a primer, preparing everyone for what was to come, my coming out. When I did, the transition wasn't so bad, not like it would have been without the rumors. Those students who had gone to another elementary and so had no experience with me were shocked. But the ones who did know me prior to Jr High mostly nodded at each with looks of 'I knew it!' From my perspective, they were integral to my plan.
The Plan: My decision to come out was made for a simple reason, one that was both selfish and shallow; I wanted to attract other boys, ones who, like me, were desirous of some naked boy-boy fun, which was all I was interested in. I didn't care about anything, not even who the other boy was or what he looked like or anything; as long as I got to have my first Homosexual experience, I was down. I was also dying to know the answer to the question that had been plaguing me since I was 10, rising up from the first time I masturbated and made myself ejaculate: Did other boys' semen taste as yummy as mine? Or was it better? (the answer, BTW, is better, much, much better)
The rumors boosted my reputation and made my coming out much easier, but what was funny was how no one questioned them. Besides the changing stories behind each one, another fact was totally glossed over. That was that all three incidents took place at sleepovers. No one ever questioned this or asked who the other boy was; each one involved was nameless and unidentifiable. The reason this was laughable was due to the simple fact that I had no friends.
I had been bullied and picked on all my life, rejected by my peers because of how I appeared. I have a form of Albinism that gives me my milk-white skin coloring but allows me my green eyes and bright orangish-red hair, which was not only the hair on my head and my eyebrows but also the ultra-fine hair we all have, which, in the right light, gives me a weird pinkish tinge. On top of that, I am chubby, with A-cup moobs, a slight belly with a thick middle, and a big butt. I am also effeminate in demeanor and mannerisms, I was always the freak no one wanted to be around or be associated with, so I was very lonely and friendless.
No one ever asked... but I never would have admitted the truth if they had. I don't think it would have mattered if they knew the truth... which was that I had been the one who started the rumors.
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