Confused Hearts and Forbidden Desires: A Gay Teens Journey to Self Discovery and Love

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I have always been confused of my sexuality. It was one of those things I used to lie in bed and think about, wondering if there was something wrong with me. I grew up in a small town right in the track of what people call, "The Bible Belt." I was taught from an early age that homosexuality was a sin, and throughout my 18 years of life, I was always right in front of the crowd bashing any queer that walked into our towns clutches. But through it all, there was that voice in the back of my mind saying...'What are you doing Bobby? You're just like them.' I never acknowledged that voice.

Until he came. Liam.

It was our senior year, and I finally turned 18, and I couldn’t wait to get done with high school and head off to college with my football scholarship, it gives me a free ride as long as I keep a B or better average. I have a good life, proud parents, a future sports career, and a hot girlfriend who I plan to marry. All in all, it’s the best I could think of, other than that nagging in the back of my mind.

The nagging, the constant nagging, noticing boys in the locker room after practice, and the fact that the attraction to my girl seems to be fading fast. I want to be with her, if for any reason than just to be normal.

I don’t want to be a faggot.

Class is about to start now, it’s in the middle of the day, just before lunch, everyone is eager to eat and get out of class. The teacher walks in and scans the classroom, we’re all silent. Salt and pepper hair, slim but slightly muscular, his mouth quirks up to the side slightly before he speaks.

“Class we have a new student, this is my son Liam Dickinson.” We look to a door and a boy walks in. I have to keep my mouth from dropping open when I see him, short dark brown hair, he’s tall, almost as tall as my 6’6, he has a lanky build. His face is chiseled, a slight cleft in his chin, high cheek bones and full pink lips, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. His most startling feature are his bright lavender eyes.

My girl, Angela, who is sitting a few rows up is also ogling him. She looks back and me and sees me staring, I haven’t taken my eyes off him since he entered, and when I look at her she’s looking at me strangely.

‘Fuck. I hope she doesn’t think anything.’

“Do you have any questions for Liam before we start.”

A few people raise their hands, and Liam points to one boy up front. “Why did you just start your senior year? It isn’t like you just moved here.” We all look at Liam, and I stare at his perfect mouth as he starts speaking, his voice is soft but deep.

“I was home schooled since middle school when we moved here, I decided to come back this year to celebrate my last year.”

Another hand was raised and Liam took it. “Why did you start to get home schooled then, why not earlier?”

“That’s when I started having problems with my classmates. They found something out about me that they disagreed with, then we moved here, but my mother decided to home school me so another incident wouldn’t happen.”

Angela tentatively raised her hand and he pointed to her. “What kind of problems happened for you to have to move and be home schooled?”

Mr. Dickinson shoots a look at Liam, and Liam glances at him and shrugs.

When Liam looks back at us he had a new light about him. “Well, my “problem” was,” his voice is dripping in sarcasm as he speaks the word “problem,” “is that I’m gay.”

His voice lingers longer than it should, the class gets real quiet, and a dark veil shadows his Father’s eyes as he looks down and sighs deeply. “Does the class have anymore questions for Liam?” He asks quietly, when no one answers he gestures to the seat for Liam to sit. It’s the one right next to mine.

Everyone looks at him as he makes his way to his seat, he sits quietly and class begins.

***
I enter my room after taking a shower. It was a long first day, and tiring, and I have a heap of homework to do before I can even think about sleep. Its already 9, and I’m exhausted.

I groan as I pull my bag onto the bed, I sit there in nothing but my boxers as I pull out the books and papers I need. ‘Its gonna be a long night.’

So. Very. Long…

***
I wake up, sweat dripping off of me and a horrified expression on my face. ‘What the hell was that?’

My books surround me, some on the floor from where I kicked them off when I fell asleep. My hands come to my face and I wipe off the sweat. I sit there and wonder what the hell made me dream that.

I was in my room alone doing my homework, when I decided to lean back and stretch, all of a sudden the book in my lap is replaced by Liam. He’s there caressing my bare thighs, my boxers on the floor, as he smiles up at me, my hard cock waving in front of his face.

I smile at him and grasp his hair and moan as he runs his tongue up my shaft slowly. One hand drifts down and cups my balls gently, before he goes and sucks on onto his mouth, the other hand now running his nails gently on my thigh.

“Oh please baby, suck on it…” I groan as he continues teasing my sensitive testis. He then runs his tongue slowly up, going to the head, he gives me a little wink before he plunges down fast, taking my whole 7 inch length into his mouth, going down his tight little throat.

He swallows around me, bobbing his head, going back to where my head almost leaves his throat before plunging back down. His tongue swirls around my shaft, as he protects it from his teeth. One hand is squeezing my nuts, while the other is stroking my chest.

“Shit, I’m about to cum.” I scream at him and he picks up the pace, swallowing me down frantically before I can’t take it anymore and I explode.

The first two shots go directly down his throat, the next into his hot mouth, and the rest on his face and chest as he pulls back off me. When I’m done, his mouth is still bulging with cum, and his face is covered in it and dripping down. Some is in his dark hair, one eye closed, the other looking at me with bright, seductive eyes as he swallows my load and smiles. I lean forward and kiss him passionately my hand traveling down to his…

And that’s when I woke up.

My dream, no nightmare, or is it a dream…? I don’t know, but while a reminisce, I stroke the hard-on I woke up with, and when I realize, I can’t stop, I’m to far and I want release. Thinking of Liam sucking me off got me this way, and I try to shake it off, trying to think of Angela doing it instead but Liam keeps drifting back. ‘Is he that skilled in real life.’

The thought of finding out sends me over the edge and I muffle my scream with my hand as I shoot my jizz across my bed, some landing on my books.

My face is bloodshot as I clean up my load, putting my sheets into the hamper and getting clean ones, and wiping the cum from my books. “I’m not attracted to him.” I say over and over, but the back of my mind knows that this mantra is feeble.

***
Every time I see Liam in class I always think about the dreams I have the night before, they keep progressing, him sucking, me sucking, thankfully we haven’t fucked though. I’m afraid to sleep because of the dreams, but I eventually pass out and dream the things I keep fearing.

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