so far so good

The bus seemed relatively normal, guys and girls chatting and gossiping about what you didn't know. You found an empty seat and kept your head down. Or you tried too. You couldn't help but stare at some of the guys bent over the backs of seats in front of them. Roy certainly had a sexy butt. You imagined taking down his pants and..you shook the thoughts from your head. They were getting harder and harder to ignore. You opened your bag looking for a text book to keep your mind and eyes off the male students. Inside your bag you found one of the gay lifestyle magazines from your box. You must have took it up with the books you picked up off the floor. Having no option you flipped through the magazine. There were pictures of couples holding hands and kissing, both men and women and transwomen. You stared at the pictures of women kissing trying to feel...something. Nothing stirred in your pants, if anything the girls who you would've thought were sexy last week put your cock to sleep. Giving up you began reading the articles. The first one was giving tips on the perfect first kiss. The thought of kissing another boy caused a distinct tent in your pants. Your overactive imagination was getting the better of you once again. You were too engrossed in reading the interesting articles and staring longingly at lovely photos of men kissing that you didn't notice the eyes on you.

The bus came to a hault once it pulled up at the school awakening you from your stupor, you shoved the magazine in your bag and rushed to your first class again. You tried to ignore eye contact with mr.donaldson. He really was cute for an older man. A real "daddy type" according to your magazine, handsome and older. You caught sight of the television being wheeled out from it's closet, [ugh, what fun!] at least there was some normalcy in your life. School was still boring. You noticed a sticker on the bottom corner of the tv set. Two interlocking male symbols.

There was nothing you could do so about it right now, you could ask him about it after class as strange as that might be. The video started playing and the lights went out but you still managed to read your magazine by the flickering light. You were absolutely engrossed in the stories from readers. A boy was describing the time he lost his virginity to his boyfriend. It was sweet and romantic and sexy as hell all at the same time.

You barely noticed the screen flickering becoming constant for a full minute. By the time you registered something was amiss and looked up the video had resumed. You shrugged it off and went back to your reading. After another thirty minutes class ended and while the students rushed out you hung back waiting for mr.donaldson. Once everyone had left he sat in a chair in front of you again. "Something on your mind hun?" "hun? Uh actually i wanted to ask you about your sticker on the t.v." He craned his neck back looking at the television. "Oh that? I got some interesting mail the other day and they had a free pack of these stickers." He turned back to you "Truth be told I wanted to show my support for you without outing you to your friends." "What?" No one knew that you were...that your stuff had been hacked. "It's not my place to out a student obviously. I remember when I was your age and I had the misfortune of being outed" [mr.donaldson is gay?!] that didn't sound right, i mean that would explain why he picked up on you. No he found your phone that's why he thought you were gay.

"How did it happen? If you dont mind me asking." you knew you were getting off course but you felt for him. "It was my senior year of high school so I was a little younger than you. I had fought these strange feelings I was having for boys in the shower for years." You gulped as he continued his story. "Well my pal jimmy had these same feelings and we decided to try and figure out what these feelings were. So we went behind gym and started kissing-" "What was that like?" you asked a little too eager, you didn't really know why you wanted to know. Curiosity you supposed, you had only ever kissed girls. Right? Your mom thinks you have a boyfriend so obviously you must have kissed him before. "It was soft and rough and power and sweet all at the same time. A boy never forgets his first kiss. Not the one that counts anyway." You realized you dont even remember he first girl you kissed. You remember you were in junior high and you had your first date for the winter dance your school had every year. But you couldn't remember a thing about her. [Did she not count?] "Anyway as beautiful as it was it didn't end happy. The coach caught us. He had seen us climbing through the whole in the fence and followed us. So naturally he dragged us through the school grounds and took us to the principal who immediately called our parents for 'lewd behavior'." His face saddened and "Just be thankful your parents accept you." [Now how in the hell did he know that?] "How did you know?" he fished his phone out of his pocket "You texted me last night. I was surprised you came out to your parents so soon after our talk. Especially given how adamant you were yesterday."

He handed you his phone and showed you his chat log, when did he even give you his number? But there it was, your phone had texted him and you talked about the best way to come out. And twenty minutes later there was two final responses from you, excitedly telling him how they accepted you and another from him congratulating you. You thought for a moment about his story and the sadness in his eyes when he mentioned his parents. You did feel grateful, even if you werent gay. You hugged him as the late bell rang. "Oh hell I'm late! Oh sorry." you began grabing up your magazine and your bag, quickly shoving the magazine inside. You didn't really get a chance to ask him anything you meant too. You could talk to him later you told yourself and went on to your net class.