I grew up before there was internet, before there were home computers, before cable television, before VCRs. Even before PFLAG or LGA. If anyone so much as suspected you were a homosexual, you were entirely outcast by everyone - friends and family. There was no one to talk to about it, not even psychologists - they would have you committed to an insane asylum against your will and conduct electro-shock therapy on you. The true modern dark times for gays and lesbians.
II lived on the edge of a small rural town in the upper Midwest, surrounded by farms. It had a small downtown area, a grade school, a middle school, and a brand new high school. A few stores, a few other businesses, but it thrived off the three factories that made farming and industrial machines.
When I started becoming attracted to the other boys in high school, I not only hid that fact from even my closest friends and my family, I tried my best to hide it from myself. I dated a girl my senior year. Back then, you didn't have casual sex. Not if you were a good person, anyway. So, some heavy petting and talk of marriage. Susan never suspected. And I soon fell in love with her.
She certainly never suspected I was also in love with Eric. We'd been friends since grade school. He was just a normal guy, like I was pretending to be. We weren't best friends or anything of the sort, just friends around school and town. Neither of us were jocks or particularly athletic, though we both liked playing baseball with our friends. During high school, I had him in my gym class both freshman and junior year.
Eric was an early bloomer, like me. We were both taller than most of our friends, and we both had pubic hair and growing privates before most of the other boys. He had the nicest blue eyes and red hair. A few freckles, but not many. He was a bit lean, so was I, but we were both strong and capable, not wimps or any such thing. He had the cutest pink nipples. And his penis had this awesome, bulbous, pink head on it. Even his ballsack was pink. Along with his red pubes, it was just such an amazing sight. Nice tight ass, too. And not very hairy at all, just a bit on his lower legs and under his arms, and by graduation, just a hint between his nice pink nipples. He still didn't have a hint of facial hair. I thought he was just the bee's knees. I'd fantasize about him when I allowed myself to think of a boy instead of a girl when I masturbated.
As I said, we weren't really friends, but we lived fairly close to each other, and some of his friends were my friends, and some of my friends were his friends. We often played baseball or other sports together with our friends, or did other things around the neighborhood together with our other friends. We never did anything together, just the two of us, because we weren't friends with each other, we just had mutual friends..
