Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2022 10:59:30 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Coming Out Part One (Young Friends) Got another new story, quite a slow burn which I know some people don't like but others do... Basically don't go expecting sex every chapter although there will be some eventually! Please donate to Nifty if you have spare change to keep this great resource going. You can do it here: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Anyway, on with the story.... "Coming Out". It's such a strange phrase. I know what it means of course, what it's short for. "Coming out of the closet." But that in itself has strange connotations. I'm gay and if I don't tell anyone about it I'm in the closet? Like being in the closet is some sort of negative thing, that I'm hiding my sexuality away. But is it anyone's business but my own? Straight people don't go through this. It's just the default position in society. Then again maybe I'm thinking all wrong about this. Maybe being honest with yourself about your sexuality also means you should be honest with other people. After all, what am I embarrassed about? That I'm into boys? So what, it's who I am, it's how I'm programmed. So that's why I'm finally going to do something about it. Not to come out to everyone of course, that would be crazy. Things are much better if you're growing up gay than they were a generation ago, at least where I live in south east London. However I'm not an idiot. Coming out to everyone at school would be a one way ticket to extreme bullying at my all boys Catholic school. But it's time to tell my best friend of pretty much forever how I feel. Jorge, I hope you'll take it well and it won't change things between us. Maybe that's the real stress of coming out, not knowing how people will react. Now I just have to find the balls to say the words to him. "Stop scoring those shitty goals! It's always the same way you score!" Jorge complained as we sat in his front room playing FIFA 21 on his PS4. There's a slight bug in the game that doesn't recognise offside goals if you pass it across the keeper and tap it in. He was right, it was mostly the way I scored against him. Jorge was better than me at the game, he'd dribble through my team, do cheeky chips, smash a long shot in. My skill set was more limited! "It doesn't matter how you score, they all count!" I replied knowing that it always annoyed him, "The goals the goal after all!" "Ha, any holes the goal you mean! Any girl's hole anyway!" He threw back at me. He was always making smutty sex comments about girls. Like he had any action at all. I doubt he'd even talked to a girl let alone done anything else! We were only thirteen after all, starting our third year of secondary school on Monday. We'd both be fourteen by Christmas and our bodies were definitely changing. Well mine was and I was fairly sure Jorge's was as well. I guess I'd soon find out how he and other boys in our year were doing once we had our first swim class of the new school year. That wasn't important for now though, what was important was that I wanted to tell him I was gay today. I wanted to get it out there before school swept us up with all the shit that usually came along with it. "I suspect you'll have millions of goals you'll score on FIFA before you get anywhere near a girl's hole!" I said with a giggle before I then scored a second blatantly offside goal that the game allowed much to Jorge's annoyance "For fucks sake! Not again! That is so fucking gay! You're so fucking gay!" Jorge often used gay as an insult which had made me reluctant to tell him that's what I was. But I'd kept it secret long enough. "So what if I am?" "You're joking?!" "Um no....I am gay" "You fucking pisstaker, you had me going for a moment....wait you're serious!"Jorge said as he realised I wasn't joking. "Yeah I am, sorry....' "Hey mate, don't be sorry! I guess I should have guessed, you do look a bit like a twink with your blond hair and blue eyes! I guess there is nothing wrong with being a bum bandit!" he said, smiling at me. "Bum bandit?!" "Yeah, not my best. Right, I guess you want to suck my dick and taste my cum then!" "I'm gay, I'm not desperate. I'd get bigger just by sucking my little finger!" I wasn't sure if Jorge was joking or not. Or whether he was cool with this all not. So I engaged in the back and forth even if some of the words and insults he used were stinging me slightly. "Damn, I have a cocksucking gay best friend and I don't even get any benefits!" Was this going well? I'm not sure and I didn't like Jorge's gay slurs particular calling me "cocksucking". Slurs around cocksuckers were used all the time at our school and not with positive connotations. I guess Jorge saw my pained expression when he said his last sentence and then his face softened. "Sorry Sam, I handled this really badly didn't I? I thought making jokes would make you know that I'm all good with it, after all pisstaking is what we do together. What I really meant to say was... I'm really really proud of you," He said and to my surprise he pulled me in for a hug. "Thanks," I said simply before to my surprise I realised I was crying. Jorge saw when he broke the hug, "Hey, don't cry! Am sure one day when you're like fifty or something you'll find someone who doesn't think you're a weirdo!" I giggled at that and I smiled at him, "Well I'll take that over being a virgin all my life like you will be!" Then that was it. I was out to Jorge. My best friend of years. His parents were from Madrid but he was born in London like me. It did give him a massive advantage in Spanish lessons at school! But that wasn't important right now, what was important was that I'd finally "come out" to someone. I wasn't intending to tell many other people. The twins next I think and then I guess my Mum and my older brother Tom. But I wanted to take it one step at a time. I'd tell the twins in a few days, then maybe Mum and Tom before my birthday in November. Still it felt like a weight off my shoulders, I'd finally told someone I was gay. "When did you first realise you were gay?" was a classic question I'd get asked over the coming years from straight friends. My answer was always the same, "When did you first realise you were straight?" I know for some people it takes them a while to work out what they are. Whether thats gay, bi or whatever other flavour you are. Not for me though, I'd known for years. I'd always liked looking at boy's bodies before I'd even heard of sex or gay or anything like that. Then once I hit secondary school it was like things had gone into overdrive. Suddenly every week I'd be confronted with loads of naked and half naked boys in the changing rooms. Older boys would piss at a urinal next to me and make no attempt to hide their big dicks. If I had any doubt about my sexuality, well they quickly disappeared. By the second year at secondary school boys were starting to cover up more in the changing rooms apart from a few that had already started puberty, a number that increased by the end of that second school year. Everyone was now thirteen and puberty was hitting more and more boys. At times the changing rooms before and after swimming was a smorgasbord of dick and balls. There were boys with big ones (for a thirteen year old anyway), small ones, black ones, white ones, hairy ones, bald ones. Basically some great eye candy particularly when those dicks are connected to attractive thirteen year old boys! As for me and my dick, well I'd sort of started puberty late in the school year although by the end of the summer holidays my dick and balls hadn't really grown much and I barely have any hair. I am starting to produce small amounts of cum when I wank off and that's something I really like to do! While I could easily circumvent the age restrictions my Mum had put on the wifi to look at porn if I really needed to, I much preferred just closing my eyes and wanking off with the visual memory of all those tasty looking dicks in the changing rooms! The thought of how I'd be treated and how people would react if they thought I was gay though kept me from staring too obviously. It didn't help going to a Catholic school either. Even if things were much less religious and more relaxed than I expected. There weren't any openly gay pupils as far as I knew but then again how would I? The school might be okay with someone being gay but it wasn't the sort of place to have an after shool "gay club" or anything like that. Actually did any school? I guess some did but I only had a sample size of one. I'm not remotely religious and neither are my parents. Well Mum isn't for sure and she's the one I live with. As for Dad, well I barely see him or hear from him. He has a second family now in New Zealand. A product of one of his trips back to see his Mum before she died. I guess it's more fun than London? Who knows as I've never been but I do feel better off without him. If we're not enough for him then fine. So anyway the religious bullshit, well the school has a chaplain and goes through the rigamarole but this is south east London. There's a tacit acknowledgement that they'd rather non Catholic intelligent pupils who will help keep their results high than worry too much about religion. Of course you aren't allowed to shout from the rooftops about not being Catholic but apart from putting up with the usual religious bullshit it isn't too bad. I only got into this school thanks to our primary school headteacher who pulled some strings after I originally got the shitty "Murder school" in Peckham. Everyone at primary school called it "murder school" but no one ever actually had any evidence to suggest anybody had died there. I think it was a bit of thinly veiled middle class racism but in any case the school results weren't great so I'm better off here. So here I am the day before my third year of secondary school starting feeling pretty good about the world. I've told Jorge I'm gay, I've finally got that monkey off my back. Things are looking up, what could possibly go wrong?