The Bolands offered to take in Bart as guardians when Hector and Noemi made their next move. They paid the tuition and sent him to a private academy -...a holdover from early-era integration when whites founded the schools to keep their c***dren away from Blacks effectively creating de facto segregation.Bart’s siblings continued traveling with their parents during the harvest and planting seasons. His identify became more and more closely aligned with the Bolands.Bart graduated from high school. Slowly I started rubbing my clit, I was so turned on I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. "Need a hand?" I stopped abruptly - shit it thought as I opened my eyes to see this drop dead gorgeous dark haired guy sitting on the sunbed next to me. "Oh don't stop on my account, you looked like u were enjoying yourself" he said. "I'm Alex" he offered his hand. "I'm so sorry" I said absolutely mortifed. " I didn't realise anyone was here" Alex smiled at me and moved his legs so I could see the. Add to all of that the fact that he was just about the nicest guy you’d ever want to know and I was head over heels. I tried to be near him as often as possible no matter how much sleep I lost while splashing out load after load every night fantasizing about him. I was driving myself crazy with mad desire for him but I couldn’t make a play for him in this early 80’s small town. I wasn’t as worried about being found out as I was over the possibility of losing our friendship. In retrospect I now. ”“So why do you think I’m gay?”“I don’t know. It’s just that everything about you screams ‘gay’.”“Like the quality of my interior decorating? You’ve seen my room, haven’t you! And how about my hairdressing skills?” I ran my hand through my unruly mop of hair to emphasis just how inept I was. “And you’ve seen my acting skills. To be or not to be...” I hammed, waving my arms theatrically.Michael sniggered. “I don’t know man, I just know that you’re gay.”“Just supposing I wasn’t gay, and someone.