Finding Another Like Me. - Prologue. Prologue

Am I really that different than everyone else? Can the way I’m feeling truly be different than what other people are thinking? I looked out into the ocean trying to be calmed by the waves.

I’m 16 and about to go into my junior year at an all guys Catholic school. I’m not the school jock, but I’m not the school nerd either. I’m average. I have short brown hair which I like to do a small little flip to in the front. My face is pretty well defined with brown eyes and a mouth full of straight white teeth perfect for a smile (I guess that is what three years of braces does for you.) My body is alright. I have a little gut but besides that I’m kind of built. People say I have the build to be a football player, but I never truly was into sports. Dress wise, I like to wear the preppy brands but not tight but loose so I can move around and comfortable. I’m done describing myself though.

The beach around me was clear of people. I was the only one there probably cause it was just about dusk. My mind was off though. I was replaying the last few months inside my head. It been almost a year and half since my last relation ship. I hooked up three times since then though. One of them actually was my first kiss. (Though I don’t know if I honestly wanted to remember that.) But there was a problem with all of those memories…. They all were with girls!

Now for most teenage boys my age it wouldn’t be a problem, but for me it is. I have this secret that no one besides myself knows….I like guys. A lot. Its hard for me to say when this all started. I guess I kind of always knew I had an attraction to guys. When I was younger I had always wondered what other guys’ dicks looked like. I remember trying to play doctor with all my friend when I was younger just so I could see their junk. And when I was older I used to make my friends play truth or dare to try and make them do dares naked or in their underwear. I guess I always wondered what it meant but just played it off as being curious, but now that I’m older I’m wondering what it truly means. God I wish….

I felt a vibration from my pocket so I pulled out and looked at the color ID, it read Conor.

Ironic that he calls at this very moment….so ironic…the guy who started this all.

I flipped the phone open, “Yo what up?” I say this is the toughest guy voice I can do.

I hear him laugh on the other side, “It’s ‘yo’ now? You aren’t tough.”

I have to laugh too, “Yeah I know. It was a joke. What you up to?”

“Nothing sitting by my pool and wondering where my best buddy is?”

“Best buddy? Really?” I say this very sarcastically. “Umm I am just down the beach thinking.”

“Well that sounds fun, but I can think of something better. You should come over and chill tonight. I need a drinking buddy.”

“Oh so that’s the only reason you call me now?” I pause and chuckle. “I’ll be over in a half.”

“Aight man.”

I close my phone and take a deep breathe as I heave myself off the stone wall overlooking the beach. It’s time to stop thinking an have some fun.