I saw on the forum the section “understand to be gay” and I would like to ask Project to put this story in that section. I don’t think my story is very common, now I know in person some gay guys but they have very different experiences from mine, in the sense that they have always felt gay. For me it was not like that. I grew up in full conviction of being straight and I brought this idea with me in practice without any failure until the age of 21 and beyond.
I had my first sexual contact with a girl around the age of 16, at 18 I had my first full intercourse with a girl and I liked it as do all the straight guys. I loved sex with girls, and I also loved them on an emotional level. In short, they were the only real object of my sexual fantasies. At 19 I got engaged with Martina (the name is invented) the same girl with whom I had my first intercourse. Together we were very well, even on a sexual level. I felt really satisfied. I don’t say it just to say, it was exactly like that. I was born in September and then I was already 21 years old. Martina gave me the best gift I could wish for. We went out together three days and they were dream days! This is the premise.
I come back from the three days with Martina on Sunday evening, the next day I go to university and I come to know that the professor of genetics with whom I had to do the thesis would no longer have been our teacher. It bothered me. I tried to understand what an end I would have done. All the students in my group would have been assigned to the genetics professor of the other channel who was not specifically a molecular geneticist. However there was not much to do.
The first lesson would have been the next day at 9.00 in the morning. The next day at 8.30 I was in front of the classroom and, according to my old habit, I looked around searching for the most beautiful colleague. I see a pretty good girl, I follow her, I sit next to her and I try to have a chat until the professor arrives, then, turning around casually backwards, I cross the gaze of a guy I had never seen, probably one of the other channel. I don’t pay any attention to him at the moment, then the thing is repeated and I notice that the guy watching me, as soon as I turn away immediately looks away. He is farther behind me so he can watch me carefully while I cannot turn around … but I know he is there and he is watching me. But what does he have to watch?
Then the lesson ends, I turn around but he is gone, I feel almost upset for this, then I turn to my pretty colleague, but I’m distracted, significantly distracted. I’m not thinking of the guy … but not even of the girl. I didn’t know why, but the thought of that guy comes back to me from time to time, I wondered if I had already seen him elsewhere but I didn’t think so, I tried to find a reason why he was watching but I could not find any but I kept thinking about the situation. Then I forget these things, in the afternoon I go back to my usual things and don’t think about that guy for a while … then in the evening all the tory comes back to my mind, I say to myself: “But what is he looking for?”
The next day I see him again, he is much more cautious, obviously he doesn’t want me to catch him while he observes me. The game of looks distracts me even during the lesson. I don’t know what to do, it bothers me that you look at me like that … I promise to make him understand … I turn a bit while the professor is turned to the blackboard and I catch him looking at me, with my hand I wave him, as if to say. “What do you want?”, He makes me understand that he will tell me at the interval … and I wait for the interval to understand what it is … the bell sounds the end of the lesson.
I go out, he approaches me, I ask him: “But we know each other?” And he answers me “Unfortunately no …”. I don’t even understand the meaning of that “unfortunately” and ask him: “But why do you observe me?” He replies: “Because you are a beautiful guy …” and in saying so he becomes red and turns his eyes to the other side. I didn’t expect at all an answer like that … I just told him: “What are you talking about?!” and I left but all the situation disturbed me deeply. I felt a bit like a whore to have been approached in such a direct way and then, with my parameters of that time, that a guy could tell another guy something like the one that he had said to me, it seemed to me completely absurd … I had never hated gays, for me they simply didn’t exist, he was the first gay guy I met … and he made me a half declaration … I was upset, agitated, almost offended, I felt dirty because I had been desired by another guy, it seemed a strange thing, unnatural …
In short, I thought about it all afternoon … then in the evening I saw Martina, I have said “I saw” her just to say that we have withdrawn to save our privacy as we always used to do. Between us the confidence was total, I told her the story and she replied: “Well … He’s just a pansy!” And she said it in a tone that I didn’t absolutely like. For a moment I hated her, but, afterwards, the anger has passed and we made love … but while we were making it, occasionally I remembered that guy and this thought bothered me. I didn’t say anything to Martina because I didn’t like her previous reaction. How strange are things! … With a girl you go to bed and then you don’t tell her what you think! But it was exactly what was happening to me.
I came home angry with myself … it was the first time I didn’t tell Martina all the truth and why? For an idiot who told me something in a gay language … I didn’t understand why such a thing could happen, I couldn’t be influenced by stupid things like that … but in fact he had said only a few words, stupid as you want but just a few words … it was me who was going into crisis because of those stupid words. The next morning I saw him at the university, he didn’t approach me and pretended nothing and I was sorry … I said to myself: “No problem! This guy tells everyone what he told me!” But I was angry that he pretended not to see me and then I took the initiative, I approached him and greeted him with a hello, he replied with a smile, as if to say: “I’m here … don’t worry”.
There was a kind of challenge between me and him. Martina is not in my faculty, but in my faculty there was a girl I liked very much, Anna, when I saw that guy approaching me I almost instinctively hugged her and she said to me: “What are you doing?” After a couple of weeks like this and after some discomfort with Martina for stupid reasons, I decided to talk with that guy and tell him to leave me alone. One day at the end of classes I stop him because I wanted to get to some sort of settlement, I ask him to talk, we go to public gardens, given the time there were few people.
I tell him he must leave me alone and he looks at me and tells me: “What have I done to you?” I don’t know what to say … I tell him: “You don’t have to tease me! Do you understand?” He says to me: “I would never do it” … I tell him: “And do you remember what you said to me that day?” He replies: “Ah, ok, that you’re a nice guy … “. I ask him: “Are you gay?” He replies: “Yes”. I reply in turn with a lot of determination: “Not me! And I don’t care about you! I’ve got a girlfriend and I’m fine with her!” He says, “So where’s the problem?” As I spoke I watched him.
He was not a flashy guy but he was sweet … I wanted to touch him, he had very nice hands … and an incredible smile. I smile at him in turn and say to him: “Do you think a gay and a straight can be friends?” He replies yes with his head and smiles. We talked a bit, then we exchanged cell phone numbers and we said goodbye. I was happy with how things had gone. I liked that guy. I said to myself: “But it’s really a nice guy …” and immediately afterwards I thought: “What the hell I’m going to think …”.
In the evening I thought to tell everything to Martina because otherwise I seemed to betray her trust. I did it and she replied: “What have you done!?” I told her: “But look, I didn’t go to bed with him …”, she looked at me with a sense of repulsion and said: “My God! Are you gay too? … no! it’s impossible!” I then felt 100% straight, I hugged her, etc. etc. but I did it only to show that I was not gay, in the end she melted and I was happy: for me that was the first time I made love because I had to make it … but she didn’t notice it.
The next day I see Mark at the university, he accompanies me with the car, I tell him that the night before I made love with my girlfriend and that it was beautiful, he looks at me and says: “I envy you … to me nothing like this has ever happened … “. I asked him and he told me about himself. No sexual experiences! He says that he really tried with me because I inspired him a lot, he says that I have not disappointed him and that having a real friend is beautiful, even if he is straight because maybe some straight guys understand you more than gays. The speech strikes me a lot and I decide to tell him the truth. I tell him: “What I told you is not true … yesterday I made love with my girlfriend but I did it by force, to show her that I’m not gay, because I told her about you and she reproached me and told me that if I want to be your friend I’m gay too …”.
Talking with Mark was reassuring because he tended to say that I could only be straight, but I had several doubts on my mind and then I liked Mark physically, so, only on an aesthetic level. We say goodbye. In the evening I had to see Martina, I call her and tell her I’m not fine, she’s perplexed and tells me: “But is it perhaps for the story of that guy?” I say “No!”. Inside of me I knew it was not true. The next day I see Mark who takes me back home in the car.
When we are near my home he stops and we start talking. I get excited, it was the first time I had an erection just by being in the car near Mark. I was very embarrassed, I made a shield with the raincoat and I went down the car … He didn’t notice anything. I said to myself: “Damn! So that’s true! … But I don’t love him, I know almost nothing about him, this is just gay attraction without love and then I don’t want to be gay, it makes no sense that I can be gay, I cannot psychologically depend on Mark … “.
But while I was doing all this reasoning, I had him always before my eyes and not only, the erection didn’t show signs of decline … in short, I masturbate thinking of him, then I think I should be worried, anguished … but no! No way! In my mind there was only the idea that it was beautiful and that he would like being with me and that he had never said nonsense about my previous hetero life.
The next day I see him and I tell him how things went, I expect his enthusiastic response and instead he is very cautious, he is happy but tells me something that I never would have expected: “Luke, I love you, but it’s not a game, you don’t have to prove anything to me, I love you even if you’re straight, I love you as a person because you treated me with respect and because gay or straight I fell in love with you, but you don’t have to go wrong you have to do always and only what you spontaneously feel you have to do … “. The only gesture he did was of tenderness he took my hand and hold it very tightly between his. Everything started like this.
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