"When did you find out you were gay?"
Daniel asked as soon as the blonde boy arrived. Callum sat down next to him and wondered when he had actually found out.
After sorting out in his head what to say to make sense, he began.
"When I was fourteen, I had a girlfriend. I didn't love her, more because guys were always looking at pretty girls and everyone was saying that about her. I didn't even like her. I liked her brother, who was 17 at the time. I envied him for his well-developed figure, while I looked like a lollipop stick. One day I got drunk for the first time at a party at their house. Very, very drunk. All I know is that I went to bed with Betty, but I woke up in those muscular arms. I quickly realized it was her brother, and while he was disgusted, I realized it. That I liked it. I liked the boy's body."
His gaze traveled down his chest, to his pectoral muscles, and then gradually to his face.
"Boyish grin."
Hypnotized his lips.
"Boyish eyes."
He looked directly into his teary eyes for several seconds. Really only for a moment before Daniel looked away. Still, he could see into his soul.
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Teen Fiction[ COMPLETE ] "It'll kill you someday." "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Why do you care so much?"
