I tried to pretend I liked girls, but I really wanted to be one. Let me describe myself. My name is Tony. I am 17. I'm 5' 10", 125 pounds. I have long...blonde hair that girls are always jealous of, but it's always my blue eyes that draw everyone's attention. I was pretty shy and mostly kept to myself. I had a few friends, but I didn't spend much time outside school with them, as I was trying to keep my feelings secret. As I said, it started with an ad. I was home alone on a Friday and surfing. We didn’t have enough money, so we stood by the door and heard it live, just didn’t get to see it live.”“Excuse me for interrupting Dad,” Michael said. “But, you and Mom eventually started having sex and John came around, right?”James responded, “We knew that was inevitable, so we’d applied to the same colleges, and luckily got in. We went off to places unknown, and started having children. We ended up here in Indianapolis, while they all stayed in Oregon, sending us money for school and board,. We sat there and had a good time.At last it was bed time. I was sprawled out on the guest room bed. The guest room was the nearest bedroom to the kitchen. I could hear Kate in the kitchen cooking. Pots were clanging, the mixer going from time to time. I was suffering from a bad case of needing to cum. I had not had sex with Lilly yet at this time and my balls were full from weeks of sexual tension. I started to stroke my cock and tried to fantasize about my first time with Lilly. Unable to. We spent the night at each other’s house, had fun together, laughed and we watched sports, played games and fished.I started to have romantic and sexual feelings for him over time. I was so young that I didn’t know what to make of my urges and love for him. I was raised to be afraid of gay people and think that it was a one way ticket to eternal damnation. Yet, I found myself constantly thinking of him and wanting him in every way. I wrote poems about him and wanted to kiss him. All of the.