Me and him

He moves in closer, I move in closer. I close my eyes and my mind goes dark. I feel like a floating vessel drifting through the wind in a silence that could last a millennia. The silence is broken when his soft lips press up against mine. I open my eyes to see his rich hazel eyes staring straight at me. You could get lost in his eyes if you wanted to. As we kiss his hand grabs the side of my face and I close my eyes again. In my mind I say "I can't believe this is happening" but I'm not rejecting it, infact I'm in embracing it because it feels right. I think I'm in love with him.

My name is Brenton and this is my story of how I came out to everyone about my sexuality with my boyfriend and the beginning of my relationship with him. I did have a "fling" in the past if you can call it that. Me and another guy from my school experimented a bit. I wanted a relationship when he did not and we ended up concluding our weekly visits to each others houses. We still remain good friend and haven't told anybody about what happen. I am fit and I'm proud of it, it took me a lot of gym and sport to gain the body I have now. Now I'm not completely gay, I still have some attraction to girls, but my feeling for guys is superior. I'd say I'm 80% gay and 20% straight, I started to notice this during my first year at high school. Now I'm currently in my senior year and will be graduating towards the end of the year. Anyway this story is not as explicit as some other stories but it does contain a few juicy bits.

It all started when I first came out to one of my best friends who was a girl. "OMG Brenton that is soooo great. I'm so proud of you, you know I will love you no matter what sexuality you are" Kristy says. Kristy has been one of my best friends since we were in primary school. "Thank you so much, you have no idea how much that means me" I reply back to her (By the way we are texting each other). I was feeling so relieved when I realized she was supporting me, it took a lot of guts. During the conversation I was getting a bit teary though because i was nervous what she would think of me.

Then she springs the question that almost everyone asked when I came out; "So um.... Is there anyone you fancy at the moment, boy or girl?". I didn't like anyone at my school really because the only one I liked or "use" to like was my good friend who I already had a thing with....and he's not interested in me anymore (sexually and relationship wise). The guys that looked hot were dicks and the guys that were okay and gay were really raging gay (not that I have a problem with that) and bitchy. Neither of the qualities I was looking for. I wanted someone who was kind, caring, shared the same interests, made me laugh and some I could generally just talk to and open up to. Of course they had to look at least halfway decent but I wasn't to picky with the looks. Anyway I eventually came out to most of girl friends. None of my friends because I didn't know if they would support me or turn on me. As I came out to the girls more and more often it became less difficult.

That all happened at around the end of November. It was in the beginning of the summer break in December when thinks picked up.

It's almost past the first week of summer and I'm stuck at my dad's house wasting my time away on tumblr. My dad does nothing when I'm with him, it's incredibly boring at his house. My mum's house is where I primarily stay and it's close to the beach. It's a better lifestyle and my mum's a better parent. As I was saying i was slaying on the couch with my laptop and was going through tumblr. I get a text message from my food friend Ali saying "OMG great news, I might have found someone for you". She's been out look for guy for me to meet ever since I came out to her. Out of all my friends she's been the most enthusiastic about my coming out. I was curious and replied "Really wow that was quick, who is he?" I text back. She replies a moment later "It's a surprise, just make sure your free tomorrow. I'm hanging with him tomorrow in the city and he wants to meet you". "Oh don't worry I'm free tomorrow" I reply back. Knowing Ali she wont tell me who it is, no matter how much I beg her and for the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about it, it was driving me crazy. Who is he? What does look like? What is he like? Thousands of questions plagued my mind.

Finally tomorrow came, Monday. My dad drove me and my sister back to our mum's house. It was a 45 minute drive but me and my sister never spoke to my dad. In fact I rarely speak to my dad even when I'm at his house. I was staring at the cars and houses go by while I had dub step blasting through my headphones. When we got to mums I jumped out if the car and grabbed my things and rushed inside without saying goodbye to my dad. My mum greeted me and my sister with a hug. My stayed and talked about what she did at dads, which was probably nothing. I checked the time.

It was 10:12 am and I quickly unpacked my things before texting Ali where she wanted to meet in the city. She said around 12:00 at the city train station. I quickly hopped in the shower and thoroughly cleaned myself. I walked out of the shower with the towel wrapped around my waist and went into my room straight for the closet. I picked out some light cream colored rolled up chinos with a buttoned up grey polo shirt. I grabbed my light grey vans with black laces and my black ray ban sunnies. I quickly looked in the mirror to see if I looked good and that my tattoo didn't look gay on my outfit. Oh yeah I have a tattoo that I got earlier in the year on the inside of my left forearm. I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out at around 11:00 am.

After catching a bus to the train and the train to the city I waited inside the station for Ali. It was pretty crowded so I would need to text Ali where she was if I was going to find her easier. 30 minutes past and still hadn't heard anything from Ali or seen her. Ali is normally late but because of what she is doing for me I put this lateness on the shelf. "BRRRIIIIIII!" I hear a too familiar voice behind me. Its Ali in her bubbly way and comes running straight for me. We give each other a hug seeing we haven't seen each other a week. She stands aside and in front of me stood a god.

Wearing high top dark blue Nikes, light grey semi baggy (had a a bit of bag in them) chinos, a tight fitting white t-shirt with a flat gangster, skater hat saying "Obey" in capitals across it was the most amazing human male specimen I've layer my eyes on. He took his hat off to greet me. He had black hair with his fringe and the rest of the top of his hair gelled up with the sides of his hair really short. He had beautiful hazel brown eyes. Natural tanned skin (he has a foreign background), perfect nose and a gorgeous smile and pair of flawless white teeth. He looked semi-muscular to muscly but enough that he wasn't skinny. I was set in a trance and everything went silent until I heard the words "Hi, I'm Charlie" come out of his mouth.

To be continued.....