brasilboy1
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Dear fellows on the way,
I've known ever since I was a teenager that I was gay. However being brought up in a strong Catholic family, it was something that I chose to hide. I'm 29 now and have just come out of the closet to my family and my most intimate friends. I will explain why I chose to come out at this time later in this post. My friends have been surprisingly supportive of me considering the fact that I am in a Catholic Seminary and my closest friends are themselves seminarians and every one of them straight save one who is a monk.
As this semester began, one of my closest friends decided to leave seminary, seeking to make a new friend, I sat at table with some of the new seminarians and introduced myself. At the end of lunch "Pato" asked me if I would like to go for a walk with him. I was very attracted to him, but was seeking only friendship. We went for our walk. As we went on our way I soon realized that I was more comfortable with him than I had ever been with anyone else. Over then next few days we would go for walks together at night. On the second night the sky was unusually clear. "Pato" asked, "Do you want lay down and watch the stars go by?" So we laid down. After about 30 minutes I noticed he had been staring at me for about 10 minutes. So I turned and looked into his eyes. I felt myself falling for him. A few days later I was working on his computer. As I was doing so he was standing behind me, with his hand on my shoulder. When I finished my work, I stood up; we were face to face. Drawn together as magnets we kissed. At first a small peck, but within seconds passionately.
Over the next few days we talked about our relationship and our limitations. We are both devout Catholics. Though we are both sexually attracted to each other, sex is not an option; on this, we both agree. The next two weeks, though difficult, were wonderful. To be held in his arms. To lay with my head on his chest. To hold his hand. To taste his kisses. Then he got a phone call from home. He dad was very ill and was dieing.
He returned home and stayed there for three weeks. Over these three weeks we talked every evening and grew more and more in love with each other. Over these three weeks thing happened which made his eventual return seem impossible and I became very scared and depressed that I was going to loose the only person I have ever loved so completely and purely. Finally, when he did return, things were very different. He seemed distant, as though he was avoiding me. He was, he admitted it. But he had good reason, a nasty rumor had started about the two of us in part of the community --- that we were fucking. But as I said earlier, we aren't in this for sex, but for love and a sense of acceptance.
This behavior continued for a five days days, until he received a message that his father had only 48 hours to live. Again he returned home. This time I received no good bye or parting words. The following day I tried to call him, but there was no answer. I continued each day, for a week, trying to call him, but he never answered. He has been online on MSN messenger, but again, he seemingly refuses to answer my messages. For both of us this is our first homosexual relationship. Perhaps he is just scared. But I cannot help but think that he wishes to end our relationship. I just wish would let me know. We had planned at the end of the year to leave seminary together.
I'm in a difficult predicament, because, if he leaves me, where in the world am I gonna find another like him? Who can love me sexually disinterestedly? I cannot go back to living a life of complete and absolute loneliness.
Yours in this struggle,
J.
I've known ever since I was a teenager that I was gay. However being brought up in a strong Catholic family, it was something that I chose to hide. I'm 29 now and have just come out of the closet to my family and my most intimate friends. I will explain why I chose to come out at this time later in this post. My friends have been surprisingly supportive of me considering the fact that I am in a Catholic Seminary and my closest friends are themselves seminarians and every one of them straight save one who is a monk.
As this semester began, one of my closest friends decided to leave seminary, seeking to make a new friend, I sat at table with some of the new seminarians and introduced myself. At the end of lunch "Pato" asked me if I would like to go for a walk with him. I was very attracted to him, but was seeking only friendship. We went for our walk. As we went on our way I soon realized that I was more comfortable with him than I had ever been with anyone else. Over then next few days we would go for walks together at night. On the second night the sky was unusually clear. "Pato" asked, "Do you want lay down and watch the stars go by?" So we laid down. After about 30 minutes I noticed he had been staring at me for about 10 minutes. So I turned and looked into his eyes. I felt myself falling for him. A few days later I was working on his computer. As I was doing so he was standing behind me, with his hand on my shoulder. When I finished my work, I stood up; we were face to face. Drawn together as magnets we kissed. At first a small peck, but within seconds passionately.
Over the next few days we talked about our relationship and our limitations. We are both devout Catholics. Though we are both sexually attracted to each other, sex is not an option; on this, we both agree. The next two weeks, though difficult, were wonderful. To be held in his arms. To lay with my head on his chest. To hold his hand. To taste his kisses. Then he got a phone call from home. He dad was very ill and was dieing.
He returned home and stayed there for three weeks. Over these three weeks we talked every evening and grew more and more in love with each other. Over these three weeks thing happened which made his eventual return seem impossible and I became very scared and depressed that I was going to loose the only person I have ever loved so completely and purely. Finally, when he did return, things were very different. He seemed distant, as though he was avoiding me. He was, he admitted it. But he had good reason, a nasty rumor had started about the two of us in part of the community --- that we were fucking. But as I said earlier, we aren't in this for sex, but for love and a sense of acceptance.
This behavior continued for a five days days, until he received a message that his father had only 48 hours to live. Again he returned home. This time I received no good bye or parting words. The following day I tried to call him, but there was no answer. I continued each day, for a week, trying to call him, but he never answered. He has been online on MSN messenger, but again, he seemingly refuses to answer my messages. For both of us this is our first homosexual relationship. Perhaps he is just scared. But I cannot help but think that he wishes to end our relationship. I just wish would let me know. We had planned at the end of the year to leave seminary together.
I'm in a difficult predicament, because, if he leaves me, where in the world am I gonna find another like him? Who can love me sexually disinterestedly? I cannot go back to living a life of complete and absolute loneliness.
Yours in this struggle,
J.






























