What it’s like to be me

So from an early age (10 or so) I knew I was different. I had girlfriends but had this feeling inside that made me crave same sex encounters. When I was 12 I was sleeping over at a friends house with 3 other boys. In the middle of the night one of my friends crawled into my sleeping bag naked and began kissing me. At first I pretended to be sleeping because I was scared. There were other kids just a few feet away from us sleeping soundly.

I tried to ignore him but I couldn't. We layed naked together him on top grinding his dick on mine. I was turned on but also knew I liked this way too much to not be bi or gay.  Well we touched for a while then I felt him cum on me. It was warm and sticky and that's all it took for me to blow my load. When it was over my belly was a sticky mess of our combined cum. 

now before you freak out, I realize he was a adult and I was 12 to 19 but I came back knowing what would happen. I enjoyed how he was kind and patient in showing me the joys of man on man sex. I look back fondly on our time together. I never felt like I did back then with him. He taught me how two men can share and play without feeling guilty or bad. I can still feel his warm sticky cum all over my back now and then. Looking back, he was my one who got away. I probably could have stayed with him long time and been fine being gay