Sorry it took so long to respond. Like i said its a long story and ive posted it before so i was trying to just copy and paste it but couldnt find it so i had to rewrite the whole thing. But here it is. Lets start with some background. So it all started in middle school. In my district there were four elementary schools, and at the time one middle school. So in 6th grade there were a lot of new faces. One of which was, lets call him B. Well since we had last names close to each other we had a lot of classes together. And B always teased me like he did others. But due to some very obvious signs that i was just a regular straight teenager, he favored me. I hated it. But i ignored it, never reported him, nothing. Which didnt help bcs since he got away with it he always just got meaner and ruder. Never physically violent or aggressive. Just words and comments. This continued all through middle school and into high school, which we also only had one of. But during freshmen year, my mom had passed away due to a tragic car accident. My mom was all i had. No siblings, and my father died when i was less than one, i had by this point come out as gay to my mom and several close friends, i never publicly said anything simply bcs i hated attention, but it didnt matter to me if everyone knew, well everyone kinda already knew anyway. But anyway when my mom passed i didnt go to school for a few weeks, still did all the work and everything from home. All the school was brought to my aunts house, where i now lived, by friends, teachers mostly. But one B brought me work for a class we had together. I was shocked and honestly scared bcs literally every interaction ive had with him to this point was essentially him bullying me. But he only handed me the work, shared some comments the teacher had about the work, then expressed his condolences for my loss. I said thank you and he left. That was it. When i came back to school i still had to adjust to my new life and how people treated me differently. All was positive treatment but most of which was only temporary which was fine with me. I hated feeling like i was special. But B never said a word to me the rest of the year. He completely abandoned all bullying and verbal abuse with me. Which i greatly appreciated. During the summer after that year i was still struggling with my loss. So i decided that when i went back to school i was gonna do as many activities as i could. Mostly public works and such. Helping others. Which worked. It got me out of the funk and returned me back to normalcy. Sophomore year went well. It cane and went and i had literally no interaction with B. And the same for junior year. During junior year I actually started a new program at school. Basically i was a therapist for students to come to with any problems. Struggles with identity and sexuality, grief, general worries etc. i figured that when i was going through all those issues myself all i wanted was someone who was a peer that would understand and help to talk to. But it was always adults who were basically strangers to me. The school was great for letting me do it and even giving me an extra office to use. They even gave me an unofficial title of “Liaison of student on student counseling”. It went well and i decided to continue the program my senior despite how busy i was already going to be. So we get to senior year. But during the last week of the summer before senior year, B’s mom had passed away from breast cancer. He missed the first week of school. And when he came back the teachers and councilors at school tried to help him as much as possible. But they couldnt quite reach him and help the way he needed. So they asked me to help. Especially since i myself went through a very identical situation. I was hesitant at first. But then i thought “This is a person who might need the very help that i can offer, plus he hasnt been mean to me in almost three years”. So i agreed and said that they can offer him my help of he would like it. Now i wouldnt feel right publicly revealing what we talked about in the times we spent together, considering that the sessions were a private safe place and it is what i am currently going to school to do professionally. However i can say this part, bcs i have written permission from him to do so and i have written about it in college essays. But on particular day he came in the usual time. And by this point we had spent a lot if time together, all of which was solely under this context, but it was one of those times where he came in and it was basically just a time to hang out, we didnt talk about the stuff that originally caused his initial visits, it was like two friends hanging out. Which i enjoyed, but ever since he started to visit at the beginning of the year, i always wanted to talk about our personal history. I saw this as a chance to do so. So i asked him permission to ask a question. He agreed. I dont remember the exact words but it was along the lines of this, “You used to verbally bully me during middle and freshman year, and you abruptly ended it when my mom passed away, which I appreciated, but can i ask why you did it in the first place?” His answer was “At first i did it bcs you were honestly just an easy target, and i was dumb and young and trying to impress the new kids as well” I responded with “Well i always assumed that. But over the time you got more aggressive. I always assumed that that was bcs i just let you get away with it. But since were talking about it, why did you get more aggressive over the time?” After he nervously looked at me and then avoided me and stared at the wall and his legs, he asked a couple questions about how confidential this time was, i assured him that everything was and that i dont write anything down that anyone says unless i feel the need to which I rarely did and never did with him. He took some time and finally responded. “I honestly got worse bcs i was jealous. I was jealous bcs even though you hadnt come out as gay yet, everyone knew, but everyone still loved you. You were everyones friend. You were an honour student who did everything. And i was jealous of that bcs, if i were to come out, i would have nobody. I had already alienated myself from everyone that embraces lgbt people, and the people i did have would alienate themselves from me bcs they wouldnt approve of who i am now.” I remained as composed as i could but i couldnt believe what i just heard. I wanted to clarify what he said by asking him, but it took me a minute to figure out a way to do without it seeming like i just wanna get the juicy gossip. So after a minute i calmly asked him. “So does that mean that your jealous bcs i was able to reveal who i am and still be loved, but you dont want to reveal yourself as gay bcs then nobody would love you? Bcs that wouldnt be true.” He clarified “I dont know if im gay, but im not straight, ive been with a few girls, and had a good time, but i dont know, i think im curious. And yes. Nobody would love me or even want to be with me.” I said “Its ok to be curious. Even though i have no desire to be with a girl i occasionally wondered what it would be like to be with one. And if you just be who you are comfortable being someone will want to be with you bcs of that and eventually someone will love you for that. “ He said “I dont just think about guys, i want to be with one but im scared, and how could someone love me after ive been who ive been for the last 6 years?” I said “Well this conversation were having right now is a perfect example of what im talking about, if you are open and honest and vulnerable like you are right now, someone will see all of it and that it is all of you and see a partner for themselves.” He said “So by having this exact or similar conversation with someone i might find a partner or even love?” I said “There is no recipe to finding love, but id say that this is a good start.” He said “So if you were someone having this conversation with me, would you be interested in me?” I saw an opportunity here, i had to think quick. I thought you know what, he is actually really hot, but i never thought that before bcs of who i thought he was and how he treated me prior. I put those thoughts together quickly and made the statement to him. “B, i am having this conversation with you.” He responds “Oh!” And we didn’t really talk for the rest of that session. And that was also the last time we had met at my office at the school. He texted me on the following Wednesday night, saying he wouldnt be in the next day to see me. I asked why and he said that for the time he just wanted to spend time alone and try to figure some stuff out for himself. I said ok and that if he needed me im always reachable. On friday during school, he texted me again asking if i had time for him that day, i said i didnt. Then he asked if i had time for him that night. Something took over me. I didnt think twice or even once about answering with an immediate yes. I asked if he wanted me to come to his place or go to a restaurant. He said neither bcs he wanted to meet somewhere like the office, in the sense that it is private and safe and just the two of us. I again didn’t hesitate to suggest my house, my aunt at the time would leave Thursday nights and go to her sisters, who was on hospice, and stay with her until Sunday nights. So i had the house to myself for weekends. He liked the idea. He ended up no showing that night. Which really fucked with my head. I texted him several times throughout the night. At one point i bluntly told him that if he didnt respond i was gonna call 911 bcs i was genuinely concerned something may have happened. Thats when he finally messaged me back. Now close to midnight. I decided to be honest with him. I told him “Now that i know your ok, i want to vent to you that i am hurt that you no call no showed. I can deal with cancellations. But you left me hanging. And i think i deserve an explanation.” He responds eventually with “Im scared” I inquire within He goes into it more “Im scared bcs i didnt know what i was gonna do when i got there, bcs i wanted to talk to more about what we talked about last time we met, but im scared to tell you that i like you” I eventually respond “If you like me then respect me. Youve been very open and honest with before. Nothing has to change that. And to he honest i kinda like you too. “ From that point on into the rest of the night we talked more about feelings and stuff that i wont disclose. But what came out of the night was this. We both liked each other. And actually wanted to be together. But since he hasnt dated another guy, and ive only dated two, we agreed on a text and phone relationship to start. For the next few weeks we saw each other in school but didnt speak there. Our conversations ranged from completely innocent “how was your day” etc to full on phone sex. After about a month. I asked him to come over on Friday night. We can do whatever. We can hangout. Eat food. Have some drinks. Smoke some weed. Watch Netflix play video games. Anything. He specifically asked if anything sexual would happen. I pointed out that since we hadn’t even kissed yet i would say no. But I convinced him to come and we will just see how it goes from there. I should mention that although i had been out for awhile. I had no sexual experience at this point besides kissing what ive done solo. I also had some adult supplies consisting of two dildos, lube, butt plugs, anal douche, and a cock ring that i got through a friend (because i was only 17 when i got it all). All of which i used plenty on myself and even did it while he watched via facetime. He came over friday and we started out just hanging out. We watched netflix, ordered a pizza, before it got there we smoked some weed, and had some drinks, before the pizza got there. Then he was in the kitchen getting another drink, due to the influence of the substances, i was a lot braver than normal, i went after he did, and when he turned around from the fridge, i was standing right in front of him, he just stood there, i leaned in and kissed him. Just a simple small kiss, and i pulled back to see his reaction, he leaned into me to kiss me back with a little more intensity than i had when i kissed him. I pulled back. Grabbed his hand and we went to the couch in the living room and started to make out. But just as we started the doorbell rang. Pizza is here. I answered and he hid bcs he didn’t want anybody to see him. Which i was not offended by at all. I turned around with the pizza. And i tell him its clear. I sit the pizza on the couch. He hasnt come out yet. I say his name and he doesnt reply. I look in the kitchen. But then i hear the toilet flush. I walked to the bathroom where the door is still shut. I go to my room for some reason. As im about to leave my room. He walks into me. Hes hiding something behind his back, and is all bugg eyed. He says hes sorry. I ask what for. He shows me my anal douche. Im confused and look at him. He says he didnt know how things were gonna go tonight. But he wanted to be prepared. I laughed at him a lil and pulled him into my room. I fell back onto the bed with him on top. Were making out. Our hands running up and down our bodies. We feel each other shaking bcs we are both so nervous. But also feel our dicks hard bcs were also turned on. He stands up and starts to undo his pants while looking at me to see if its ok. But he continued despite me saying anything bcs when he looked at me i was biting my lip and nodded. He was very hesitant. So I decided to help by undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants and sliding them to the floor. I touched his dick through his boxers and it jumped at me lol. I pulled them down just a bit and kissed him below his belt line as i slid them the rest of the way down and slid my mouth to his dick. I went really slow and got it wet before putting it in my mouth. A few minutes into this super slow bj, i stood up and he did the exact thing i did. In my mind i cant believe what’s happening. This guys used to tease me for the very exact thing hes doing right now and hes doing it with me. Afterhe does that a few minutes. He gets on the bed and starts to get in face down ass up. I don’t hesitate to line my dick which is dripping wet with his spit and my precum up. But i stop and get the lube. I almost forgot it i was soo excited. I fingered him and massaged some lube into him. Then i asked him if he was ready and he quickly rolled over onto his back and said yes. I lined my dick up to his ass and slowly eased myself into him. We went at it in this position and that pace unitl i noticed he was getting adjusted to it and starting to really enjoy it. As was i. At which point i siggested he get back into face down ass up. He quickly did. And at this point i went faster and harder. We did that until i came in his ass.

Thats all for now. I will share more if interested and feel free to ask me anything