Be Accepting

He had known gay classmates in high school, and as he hadn’t dated much in high school had often been thought of by classmates as gay himself, but in truth he had been raised that people could be what they were, and that it was not his place to judge people for each one’s respective life. So Joe’s admission really had minimal impact on how he viewed his coworker, except that there bond was strong enough that Joe felt close enough to share that important aspect of his life.

“And?” Jimmy questioned.

Joe sighed deeply. “I was afraid to tell you. You can never tell how people might react.”

Jimmy laughed. “I understand that. So why did you feel like you should share that?”

“Well,” Joe continued. “We are pretty good friends, I think, and I don’t like keeping secrets. Eventually you would have met Tyler, so I wanted you to know what to expect.”

The conversation gradually transitioned to the more mundane, and once they arrived at rehearsal, performing took over all Jimmy’s focus.

It was once he was home, however, that Jimmy began to reflect on Joe’s admission. In truth, his friend’s admission had stirred something in Jimmy. He had dated a few girls in high school, but had honestly never gotten truly serious. He was a virgin, and had never really ever gotten past the heavy petting stage of any relationship he had ever had. He had not had a post-graduation relationship, and that night, as he reflected on the car talk, he wondered if perhaps his classmates had seen something in him that he had not been ready to admit.

The internet was a new thing, and Jimmy wasn’t entirely sure about how everything worked, but he knew that there was research to be found online. So he powered up the computer his grandparents had given him for graduation. After hearing the squeal of the dial-up modem, he was online. The cursor blinked on the AOL search bar. Jimmy thought for a moment, and then typed three letters.

G-A-Y

The first entry was a dictionary definition. No help.

The second was a link to a photo directory. Jimmy clicked, and as the screen changed, Jimmy’s eyes were opened, in more ways than one. In the folder were pictures of men. Clothed, partially clothed, and many fully naked. Some of the men were by themselves, posing for the camera, while others were involved in activities with other men. Jimmy scrolled through and saw men kissing one another, men performing oral sex on one another, and for the first time in his life, Jimmy saw what sex between two men looked like. Some of the men were his age and lean, while others were older, hairy, well-built. He found himself captivated by the older men.

And he was intrigued. He felt his own body reacting to the pictures. His…penis, cock, dick…he wasn’t even sure what word to use, as he was still very sheltered…stiffened under his briefs. He had never had this reaction to men before, but he was definitely turned on by what he was seeing.

Jimmy slipped his shirt off. As he lived alone, there was no chance he would get walked in on. He pushed his shorts and underwear to the floor. As he moved up and down the page, hovering over various pictures, his other hand moved up and down as well. He grew harder, and stroked faster. There was no taking time. His hand moved with purpose, frantically moving to bring Jimmy to his conclusion. It didn’t take long, and when he climaxed, he did so with the energy of his age, shooting streams across his abdomen, all the way to his neck.

And as he cleaned himself up a few minutes later, he realized he had never had that intense an orgasm.

What did this mean? Was he gay? He still found women attractive. Was he somewhere in the middle? Perhaps talking with Joe tomorrow would offer some insight.