My mom looked at me with a strict intensity I couldn’t recall ever seeing.“Are you...” she struggled to say the word “...gay?”The word hit m... like a ton of bricks. When I’d thought about coming out to my mom and dad, I never thought I’d see so much disappointment in her eyes. Surprise and confusion, maybe, but this was worse than I could have imagined. I couldn’t respond, my tongue wouldn’t function, but I could feel my eyes welling up with tears of frustration.“We can get you help,” she. That's where I met Jaime. She was beautiful everything I could ever dream of for a girlfriend, but after we'd spent a lot of time together I realized that she couldn't be my girlfriend. As a friend, a very close friend I couldn't ruin our relationship by telling her how I really felt, so we were buddies throughout the trip until the day when my parents and I had to return to Michigan. Jaime and I said our sad goodbyes and hoped to meet again next time I visited.Ok so we made it back to Michigan. I chimed in with "Me neither".Fay said " You know, some time when you guys have nothing better to do".The next night we " Had nothing better to do", Fay had rubbed our juice all over her tits and belly, she had rubbed it into the skin on her tits and face until she was dry all over. Fay said that she had been reading about a new skin cream that did wonders. It had male harmones in it. We had just given her some.Every day that week I would come home and find them dancing. Fay said Glen was. . some of the names and bits of the stories sounded familiar to him. Turns out he did know me, in fact he used to date a friend of mine in high school. We had got along pretty well, and it was all very surprising and innocent at first. He just asked me out for some drinks to see how I was doing, haven't seen him in 4 years. I accepted, and he said to meet him at this club he goes to. It was a goth club, pretty small one too. I'm not much of a club person really. I've gone to some of them, but.