The Early Years

I want to stay true to my word and recall events from my past that you may find interesting. I thought it would be cool tell you guys the first time I felt attracted to another guy and were it all first started.

In junior high and the first half of high school, I was the typical guy. Everything was all about girls and anything remotely "gay" never even crossed my mind. I was always around my guy friends and never had any sort of attraction towards them other than friendship. It was the same with any other guys I interacted with. So junior high finished and I entered high school. Everything went the same pretty much, guys were not even on my mind. I wouldn't even fathom the idea. Freshman year passed and sophomore year came and went. After Christmas break of my junior year, I was starting a new math class and a new teacher had been hired. This is when it started. I was 16.

The new teacher's name was Mr. Bryant. I walked into class like I normally did and was talking and messing around with friends, waiting for the new teacher to arrive. When the door opened and he came in, I didn't even look up and continued with my conversation. It wasn't until he spoke that I finally looked at him. That's when something inside of me clicked. I was drawn to him. He was a good looking man, in his late 20s, early 30s. I can't even explain it but I was attracted to him. I don't know what did it, but at the moment, I wanted him like I wanted the girls I fantasized about. That whole class, I was just in a daze and listened to the way he talked and moved. Afterwards, I shrugged it off as nothing. The rest of the week, I felt strange. I just kept telling myself that it was nothing and kept it out my mind, trying to focus in class.

The rest of the year flew by and I had almost forgotten that day. Then in the spring, I had started working out in the school gym to lose weight (for those of you that don't know, I was heavy in those early years). One day after school, I was working out, minding my own business when I noticed he was there. He had on shorts and a tank top. He was lifting weights while I was on the treadmill. I was surprised since I never saw teachers workout there, only coaches. I was instantly hooked again. I watched his muscular, sweaty body. Those feelings came back again. When he went to the locker room, I followed him, pretending that I was done too, although I had been there for only 20 minutes. I watched him undress and was in awe of his hairy chest and stomach. I then watched him pull down his shorts and underwear, revealing to me his cock. It was cut, pretty decent size. At that point I knew something in me was different. I was more certain of it when I got home and jerked off thinking about him.

So that was where it all started, with that teacher whom I still fondly remember. He was a great guy and no nothing ever happened. Did I wish it did? Of course, but at that time I was too scared of those feelings to act on them. It got even worse when I had him again for my senior year. But still, I never tried. I later found out he was married so I knew it would be forever a fantasy. At least he gave me a recommendation when I applied for college!