Punk misfortune

David

So I won't go into the whole backstory on me and this person I have quite an interesting relationship with.

I'll call him David.

This is what happened that made me rethink EVERYTHING about my gender identity.

But I lied. First, just i little bit of back story.

I had a crush on David. I had the fucking hots for David. This was last school year. I met him in marching band. We become really good friends while I actually had to help him out. He had a crush on another girl. And he told me. But because I really did care about him, I wanted to help him out with his crush. Cuz he seemed to be so happy around her and with her. And he was happy. It was cute seeing them together....while it lasted.

She actually ended up not liking him. Like at all. She was not into David. And you'd think i would be super happy like 'yes, now I can get him to maybe see somthing in me!' I mean through out that whole thing we did become closer as friends and really grew a connection. But no. I felt bad. I felt fucking bad. That his heart was broken and that the girl he thought was for him actually...wasnt.

Fast forward to March. This March. March 2019. I ended up telling David that I liked him.

He fucking knew already.

He said he could tell by the way I acted around him and that he had suspected somthing since December. Fucking December. I was beyond embarrassed and David said that he didn't know how to feel about me liking him. He told me he needed some "time to think". So he didn't talk to me for like a week and a half and it was fucking hell.

Flash forward to a couple weeks later. We had ended up talking, rather, he started talking to me again. And things were good again. I had gotten over him and if he didn't like me like that fine. He ended up texting me his "answer". He had "thought about it". He told me that he didn't like me like that and that I "wasn't his type and he wasn't ready for a relationship and that we were already good friends so it would be weird." He told me please don't be sad. And i was like

"I'm fine."

And I was. I really was.

In relations to that issue anyway.

Flash forward to July 3rd 2019.

So. Mentally im not doing too good but my relations with David were going great. Other shit happened between March and now but this post isn't about that.

So im talking to David, texting him rather. And hes making me laugh and saying funny stuff to me cuz I had been having a Really. Shitty day. A really shitty couple of days really. And he was making me feel better. And I was actually thinking to myself

"Wow he makes me feel so good...i wish I could have him....fuck me. But I might have some feelings left for him..."

And just as I'm thinking that we get onto the topic of dating. Cuz the topic of sexualities has been brought up.

Oh and shall I mention a small...maybe quite important detail...

He was being really. Really. Kinky. Like he was saying a lot of really sexual and kinky shit to me. (I fucking loved it not gonna lie) and I know for most teenage cis boys that's not really a surprise. But when I first met David he told me that he wasnt really sexual or anything like that. He didn't make or understand sexual innuendos and that if he ever got a girlfriend he wouldn't even be comfortable kissing her, let alone fucking her.

And now here he is saying how great it would be to fuck me and how hard he wants to fuck me. And how good it would feel.

I should just cut to the chase here shoudnt I?

David ended up telling me that he felt bad about rejecting me and that he had been thinking about his decision and about me a lot.

And that he wanted to give dating me a try.

Holy. Fuck.

I'm gonna post another part that will explain the rest of what happened next. Leaving you on a cliffhanger so you'll come back and read more. Ha ha ha...

I lied about not going into back story. Sorry!

Thank you so much for reading! Peace out and stay sick🤘🏽