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Let's see... where shall I begin? I suppose to give you a little idea of who I am, my name is Robert Dugan, and I'm 25 years old. I am about 5'11", brown hair & eyes, and in pretty good shape. I am gay, though not what you could call "out" yet. I was raised in a large Baptist family in a very religious, rural community. You know the type, absolutely anyone even thought to be gay was ran out of town. I simply chose to stay in the closet until things changed or until I was able to move away. All throughout high school I was trapped. Everywhere I looked I saw hot budding young men who I desperately wanted. 

And, as luck would have it, I was exceptionally good at soccer and baseball, and I got a soccer scholarship at the University of California San Diego. Finally, I was free to be myself. My gay self. And I did. I had several boyfriends, none too serious, and had a ball. When I'd finished my first year, I decided to take a few days and drive back across country to my hometown of Gastonville, PA. I had almost left Kentucky and entered West Virginia when I noticed a funny noise coming from under the hood. I had gotten my grandpa's old '78 Impala when I turned 18 and I was so happy to even have a car, since we weren't the richest people. I had done so much work on it to restore it, it was my baby. I kept hearing the noise, and finally it just started clanging and banging and I got freaked. I pulled over, got on my cell, and called the operator to get a tow. I waited for well over an hour. 

I was getting pissed to the max because it was starting to get dark, and I didn't have a lot of juice on my cell. When the damn tow truck pulled up, I had full intention of yelling and making a general scene out there along the road. But then I lost all that pent up rage when I saw the guy who got out. It just so happened it was a good friend from high school, Brian Pryor. I was like, "What the hell?" "What are you doing here?" He was like, "I work in my uncle Joe's garage in Ashland." Then he said, "Damn... you still drivin' this old clunker?" I replied, "Yeah, it's served me for 3 years, and it was Grampa's." He then said, "Well, let's get it back to the shop for an evaluation." "We can't get to it till tomorrow morning though." "Do you have anywhere to go?" I told him no, but I needed to get to a phone to try to get a motel room. He insisted that I stay with him, so I took him up on it. 

We dropped off my car at the garage, hopped in his truck, and went to grab a bite to eat. When we got to his apartment, I was truly surprised. It was very neat. He had all new style furniture, some wonderful pictures on the wall, and best of all, a bar. I couldn't understand how this "country" boy could have such good taste. He asked me, "Hey, Bob, you want a drink?" I said, "Yeah, what do you have?" He answered, "How about a beer?" I said, "Sure." 

He handed me a beer, sat down on the couch beside me, and asked me, "What have you been doing out there in California?" "You were the talk of the town, the star who moved away." I replied, "Just studying my ass off and playing soccer for the team." I kept thinking he was looking at me awfully wierd, so I asked him how he ended up here. He said, "Well, I got ran out because they found me and Steven Ronson banging in the science lab." I just sat there with my mouth open, and he was like, "Dude, you ok?" I was like, "You're gay?" He said, "Yeah, just like you." I asked him how he knew, and he said that everyone knew, but they knew I was leaving for California and they left me alone. 

They knew that after being out there I'd never come back. I was speechless. My whole life I'd been trying to hide from my family and friends the fact I was gay, and they'd known the whole time. He moved closer to me and placed his hand on my leg. He asked me if I had ever felt anything for him. I never even had the chance to answer. He just leaned in and kissed me with the most intense passion I'd ever experienced. I stopped him, asking him, "Did you ever feel anything for me?" He replied with another kiss. We made out for about 10 minutes before he got up and motioned for me to follow him to the bedroom.

To be continued...

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