Summer vacation was just around the corner, and so was my first real gay experience. I had became friends with Shane when we where paired up for a class project. Prior to this, I only knew Shane in passing. Nevertheless, our new friendship continued after the class assignment was completed, yet we always seemed to come up with some alternate reason to interact, other then simple friendship.
I was deep in closet and had become very good at inventing girlfriends who always went to another school, or lived in another town. But with Shane, girls never seemed to come up in casual conversation like they did with other guys. I certainly had no intention of bringing up the subject, and as time went by, our general topic of conversation was dripping with sexual inuendo. Much of it was so gay and outrageous, that it was automatically taken as a joke.
Once my brain begin to entertain the thought that a sexual encounter was possible, Shane started to become physically attractive to me. Those tell-tail feelings of lust begin to manifest themselves without any maesure of control on my part. I had been down this road enough to know that the higher the expectation, the greater the let-down when the smoke cleared.
Shane spent a great deal of time telling me about a place called Onyx. It"s where his dad lived in a remote cabin like an early settler. There where no modern ammenities like indoor plumbing, or local grocery stores. The closest outlet for food, was what you grew yourself, and a country store about 10 miles down the road, and that was only after a 3 mile drive down a dirt road between the cabin, and the main highway.
I was deep in closet and had become very good at inventing girlfriends who always went to another school, or lived in another town. But with Shane, girls never seemed to come up in casual conversation like they did with other guys. I certainly had no intention of bringing up the subject, and as time went by, our general topic of conversation was dripping with sexual inuendo. Much of it was so gay and outrageous, that it was automatically taken as a joke.
Once my brain begin to entertain the thought that a sexual encounter was possible, Shane started to become physically attractive to me. Those tell-tail feelings of lust begin to manifest themselves without any maesure of control on my part. I had been down this road enough to know that the higher the expectation, the greater the let-down when the smoke cleared.
Shane spent a great deal of time telling me about a place called Onyx. It"s where his dad lived in a remote cabin like an early settler. There where no modern ammenities like indoor plumbing, or local grocery stores. The closest outlet for food, was what you grew yourself, and a country store about 10 miles down the road, and that was only after a 3 mile drive down a dirt road between the cabin, and the main highway.