I'm Simon Minter.
I'm 24
And I'm straight. I think.
Lately I've begun to question my sexuality due to a small blonde boy who lives next door. You see before that boy moved in I never had doubts about being straight and I've been with girls but now I'm not so sure.
-------------------the next day-----------------
I'm woken up early in the morning to stones being thrown at my window. I tried to ignore it but they just kept going. It's 4 in the morning why isn't this guy asleep!? I sighed heavily and open my window ready to shout at the person but once I saw who it was my expression softened immediately. There stood harry in a baby blue nightgown and white knee high socks.(harry is very feminine in this story and wears dresses skirts but no makeup). After I realised I've been staring at his body for a bit too long I blushed and looked up to be greeted by two dull,puffy and red eyes staring deep into mine. I blushed again and motioned to my front door so I could let him in. As he walked away I stood there and contemplated my feelings for the boy and slowly began to realise that I liked harry. I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. I knew who it was and opened it to see harry on the steps to my house on the floor sobbing. Without asking I picked him up and carried him to my room and sat him on the bed. I tried getting up but he had his arms and legs secured around me so I sat on my bed and held him until his crying was reduced to occasional sniffles. "What happened?" I asked. He didnt respond but got up and lifed up his nightgown. I looked at his torso to see it littered with bruises and cuts. Anger started to rush through me and I stared intently at the bruises. Harry sighed deeply before explaining
"My dad did it. He's done it since I came out as gay. It was only verbal back then but once I started to wear skirts and dresses he would hit me for it. My mum is clueless to the whole situation as it only happens when she's gone. I just couldn't take it anymore and left. I came to you because I trust you. Please don't tell anyone he'll kill me. HE'S GONNA KILL ME SIMON!" After that he busted into tears again "h-he's gonna h-hurt me" he continued to whisper,"he's gonna hurt me,he's gonna hur-." He just stopped and stared at me before saying "he's gonna hurt you." I knew that wouldn't happen so I just hugged him tighter until he stopped crying before saying "your staying with me. I wont take no for an answer as you aren't safe there. Don't worry he wont find out as we're moving to the other side of town." He didnt protest just nodded and rested his head on my shoulder. I sighed happily at the gesture.
"I love you harry " I blurted out. I covered my mouth in shock of my own words and looked down to see harry looking I'm my eyes with a small smile. "Good. I love you to simon" he replied hastily. After he said this I decided to make my move and kiss him. I've never kissed a boy before so this should determine my sexuality and my feelings for harry. He saw my leaning in and met my lips halfway in a sweet passionate kiss. It was honestly much better than any girl I've ever kissed, his his plump, cherry red lips molded with my this pink ones was perfect.
We pulled away after a while and looked at each other and smiled. Harry then rested his head on my shoulder and tangled our legs together. "Will you do the honours of being my boyfriend harry?" I asked cautiously waiting for him to leave or say now but instead I felt his lips on mine again and I tried to respond but he pulled away and grinned. "Of course i will."
