Iwas a young man who appeared to be perfectly normal. I had never been introuble and I tried to go out of my way to do the right thing for otherswhene...er I could. I was an athlete, but I had none of the jock habits ormentality. In spite of that, I would have been labeled a freak if mytrue relationship with Tabitha was ever revealed.I could hear the slurs: "Faggot," "Queer," "Homo" - you know the list.I'm sure you can hear the taunts and the feel the shoves. Perhaps eventhe punches. I could walk. Boothe did to me.I reached to bolt the lock shut when the door suddenly re-opened.Ben pushed into the apartment and grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me. I whimpered and put my hands on his sides and melted into his arms.His kiss was gentle, but insistent. His kiss turned opened mouthed, then harder and more passionate. His tongue flicked against my lips and a shock ran though my body and I shuddered and parted my lips to let him in. Our tongues intertwined, his pushing and dominating. ‘I’m starting university this autumn.’ ‘Where will you go?’ ‘To the LSE. It’s handy because I can live in my apartment in London and come down here at weekends.’ They threaded their way through the tiled sculleries and still rooms towards the kitchen which a flush faced Tom finally entered with Fiona close behind. His arrival spurred the girl’s mother to collect her things together ready to depart for she was anxious not to overstay her welcome in front of the owner’s son. However so. Afterwards we were lying on the bed recuperating with her head on my chest. We were talking about everyday stuff. Then Heather starts to tell me that her little sister Kaitlyn had seen my balls hanging out of my shorts the other day. Kaitlyn started asking Heather all sorts of questions about the male anatomy. I asked her what did you explain? She said she tried to keep it simple and did not let on too much of what she knew. Heather said she played it off as if she were just as inexperienced. I.