Imagine Magazine Question For June

[Comicality]

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So....we're all here, reading this right? At SOME point in our younger days we decided that we were gay! Right? Not a <I>choice</I>...but at some point we realized that, "Hey! I think I kinda like boys more than girls!" (Or vice versa, for our lesbian audience) There's always that ONE boy that awakens us to our sexuality! Who was it for you!

You can just say a first name. But what boy caught your eye when you were younger and forced the idea of being GAY in you mind? I'm curious!

This is a question for the next issue of Imagine Magazine! So, if you're a bit worried about having your true feelings displayed for whatever reason, I can respect that. But for those who don't mind having a place to share your memories with the rest of us...PLEASE feel free! K?

You're an innocent kid...who made you gay? Hehehe! For me, it was this boy named Gabe! I was just...wow...I wanted him so BAD! He was the first boy that really drove me crazy in a sexual way! (Actually, it was my locker partner, Brice, when I was 11 years old! But I kind of wrote it off as me REALLY wanting to be his friend! I hadn't matured to wanting sex just yet! Hehehe!)

Who was it for you? What boy crossed your path that made you think, "Holy shit...I WANT him so bad!!!" for the first time?

Comment below! I wanna hear your stories! And celebrities don't count! I'm talking real life boys that you knew in real life! K?

Seezya soon!

[Comicality]

Just wondering...is the 'preview' post option gone? I wanna check to make sure my posts are ok before making them permanent if I can.

 

Sorry for the 'center' tags, you guys.

 

[JeffsFort]

Got the email announcing this thread yesterday, and didn't intend to reply but it got me thinking about the topic and how many weird, fond memories it brings up for me. I started acting out sexually at an inappropriately young age with older teens and enjoyed the attention and the feeling of being liked and wanted.  It wasn't so much sexual as it was an extreme need for that kind of attention from a particular person. For me that one person that I realized I couldn't get out of my mind was a kid named Shawn in the fourth grade. I started playing after school baseball (That I didn't even enjoy at first) just to spend more time with him. We hung at his house when we could and because he had made one comment about someone being "kinda gay", I never told him that I was more than "kinda gay". It all remained very innocent until the first time I slept over his house (a couple of years later when we were about 11 or 12, we both had pretty messed up households so, it rarely happened) and learned that he had a little stash of porn mags. I couldn't have cared less about the naked women in the pictures but, as I had learned years earlier with the older boys; just hint that you want to "just look" and it more often than not leads to a little fun with a straight friend when the images begin to have their affect. It killed me to have to pretend to be uninterested in him but, the memories of that one sleepover are still burned into my memory some 30 years later. Wonder where he is today...

 

Cool topic Comet

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[Adam 123]

I would have to say that for me it was in 8th grade. One day on my way to class i happened to notice him out of the corner of my eye. I was so mesmerized by him. I felt like I just had to know who he was. Everyday on my way to class i would steal glances at him and i would ask my friends if they knew who he was. His name was Nick V.  I joined robotics club just because he was in it. We had become very close friends. Sadly he moved to Dallas to live with his mom before i could confess my feeling to him. That has always been a big regret for me.

[MrM]

Well, me and my friend Jon were playing in my big back yard. I was about 11 and he was about 12. I'd only had my first orgasm a couple of months before so I was fascinated by the whole thing, naturally.

 

So, I've always been what I am, so when he suggested we play Han Solo and Princess Leia together I naturally took Leia's part. We played 'house' for a while and then it came time to go to 'bed'. 'Bed' was a little spread we had over some leaves in under our chinese elms. Beautiful trees by the way . . .

 

Anyways, so we proceeded to do husband and wife things with him on top (fully clothed). Well, of course, when things started to get effing HAWT that's when my frigging psychic mother called me in. She didn't like that things had gone so 'quiet' outside.

And . . . such was the summer of 1982.

Edited April 3, 2017 by MrM

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Edited April 3, 2017 by MrM

[gaygeek97]

I was about 11, and it was this boy called Scott, although I just wanted to be his friend, I didn't fully realise at the time I was in love with him. Then, when I was about 13 there was a boy called Alex, that I used to watch undress out of the corner of my eye, when he was in the locker room during P.E. lessons, I think that was when I fully realised that I was gay. 

Edited April 4, 2017 by gaygeek97
Correcting word.

[seaturtleboi]

Good question, hahahah, I haven't really thought a ton about this to be honest. I don't know if it was a singular person, it was more of a general realization that "hey I like boys more than girls."

 

That being said, my first actual crush was on a kid named Statton who was in my 7th Grade gym class. For a 12/13 year old boy, he was hot lol. I remember choosing my locker next to his on the first day of class so I'd be closer. And on the days when he wore his compression shorts, I was a happy boy

[Page Scrawler]

When I was 10, I thought that the new kid in school was kind of cute. Actually, there were TWO new kids in my 5th Grade class, but the other one was kind of boring. But, at that time, I saw the movie Peter Pan, and I fell kinda hard for Jeremy Sumpter. Whether I had been at my church-based school, or a public school, I knew that it wasn't "normal" to think about other boys like that; I should've been thinking about GIRLS that way instead. It wasn't until I reached the 7th Grade, entering public school for the first time, and with the freedom to search the Internet as I pleased, that I realized there were many boys just like me, who preferred other boys instead of girls. And there was a word for this seemingly secret group I belonged to: G-A-Y! Of course, there were other words that people used for us, words that weren't very nice, and I heard them used many times over the following years until graduation. I still felt the knife in my chest every time, even if the bad words were used vaguely, and not at me personally. "You can't shoot a hoop for s---. You're so gay!" "Man, why do we have to learn this crap? Math is really gay!" Nevertheless, I expressed myself openly from the start of 7th Grade. I educated myself about what it really means to be gay, and I persisted against the hate with reason and compassion.  Many of my friends were always there for me to lean on when I got tired, and to cheer me on when I stood up for my rights as a person. I never would have gotten so far without everyone encouraging me to be myself. I also had the arms of my science lab partner to cuddle in, after a crappy day at school. His name was Vitaliy, and he had the cutest little dimples on his cheeks when he smiled!  I had the hots for him sooo bad, but then the semester changed, and we had all different classes. We tried meeting up after school, or on the weekends, but life kept getting in the way; our schedules just weren't compatible. So, in the end, we broke up, and started seeing other people.

Edited June 1, 2017 by Page Scrawler