It was dark when we got back to my house. I couldn't tell if my parents were home or not. There was no noise coming from their bedroom. No sniffles or snores. Guessing that we were alone, I led Reece by his still impressively muscular arm through the dark living room and up the stairs. When we reached my room, I flicked the light on, flung Reece down on my bed and pulled up a chair to face him.
'Are you okay?' I mumbled, 'You look a bit-'
'I'm fine.' Reece answered shortly.
He didn't look it however. Even now, his eyes were still red, and a tiny booger was hanging from his nose.
'Here.' I said, surprisingly not repulsed as I reached over to my bedside and grabbed him a tissue, 'You've got a little-'
'Thanks.' Reece muttered.
The house creaked as silence fell between Reece and myself. It only really occurred to me at that moment how very odd the situation was. Here was Reece, a boy I had sucked the cum out of not more than a month ago, sitting on my bed after collapsing into tears and confessing that he held feelings for me.
I supposed that the strangest part was that I barely even knew Reece. We had spoken maybe three times to each other in our entire lives, and even then, it wouldn't have been more than a few words. Still, I felt like Reece had to be here. I had to talk to him because, truthfully, I just felt so sorry for him.
'Okay, so-' I started without really knowing what to say.
I guessed that I should have said something along the lines of "What you're feeling is perfectly natural". The problem was, I wasn't really sure if that was true myself. All my life, I knew I had liked guys. It wasn't even a sexual thing a lot of the time, it was something else about them, something beyond dicks and asses. I watched their faces as they laughed; their short, stubborn hair; their rough, stubbled chins; their flat chests; their broad shoulders; their thin hips; strong backs; thick thighs; the hair on their legs and under their arms.
All the things that defined a man, without even considering their genitals. That's what I loved about guys and I never doubted that.
Of course I knew that it wasn't natural or normal. I knew that I could never tell anyone for fear of being bullied or bashed, even by someone I was close to like Noah. No, it was just something that I held inside of me, until I met someone else who was the same. And now, I had, and I had to council him. It was a little more difficult than I thought it would be however, because he was so deeply affected by it.
'Have you ever done anything with guys before?' I asked, thinking that I might as well start from the top.
'No.' Reece said, a little defiantly.
I mellowed on this for a moment before pressing Reece further, 'Ever thought about it?'
'I-I don't know. I g-guesss.'
