Gay boy stories

Benford Boarding School was situated in the rural South in the tiny village of Benford, some twenty miles from the town of Atkins. It housed, fed and educated some sixty boys; nearly as many students as the population of the town itself. It began as a high school but as more boys applied, it was pared down to just juniors and seniors.

The boys were from all over the country. The campus occupied a major part of the village, set back off boy road from the residences, in the farmland. Chad Cunningham arrived at the school for the second semester of his story year. I never knew the reason for his arrival in midyear but it wasn't a concern of mine.

My big concern was Chad himself. Gay was the most handsome, sexiest boy I'd ever seen. From the moment he walked into the dorm I had trouble keeping my eyes off of him. It was all very confusing because I had only recently discovered the true meaning of the deep-seated feelings that had haunted me for so long, and had finally faced those feelings head on.

I was gay. There was no denying it. There was no other explanation for my strong attraction to other boys, the way I watched them in gym class, in the weight room, and more dangerously, in the showers and the dorm.

Realizing you're gay stories

Having admitted it to myself, the problem was what to do about it, whether to act on it, and how. Simply being gay, and admitting it, wasn't enough; not when you're housed with sixty other boys. My attraction extended beyond Chad; in fact, well before his arrival at school.

Brock Fedderman, a huge, muscle-head, practically made me drool, but he was so intimidating I wouldn't even think of trying anything with him. There was Ben Carter, too, with his lean, tight physique, that made gay heart pound when I saw him in the showers. The attraction for the new boy, Chad, was somehow stronger because I had the gut feeling that he might secretly share those feelings.

Don't ask me why, I just had the feeling. Then in the stories one time, I happened to dare a glance in his direction and saw him looking at me. It was a split second thing; he was lifting his eyes, I was sure, from my manhood just as I looked over at him. His thin, embarrassed smile sort of clinched it for me.

I was certain this was the guy. It gave me cause for fright, and hope. If I didn't do something boy Chad, I feared I might never have the courage to do it with anybody. Chad seemed a little shy, and unaware of his physical attributes. I wasn't exactly an extrovert myself so we didn't get acquainted right off the start.