DafyddGeraint
Virgin
I was probably about 16 when I realised to some amazement that men were sexually attractive. I was probably 17 or so when I first had a crush on a fellow male student at school, he was athletic, handsome, and very very straight. Even though I realised my attraction towards men, I only really wanted a relationship with a woman, I was physically and emotionally attracted to one person above all else, my best female friend who I had known since we were very young, if I could have been with anyone it would have been her. We knew each other really well, finished each other’s sentences, and had an uncanny ability to know what the other was thinking; neither of us could lie to the other about how we were feeling about things, but it quickly became apparent that the somewhat stronger feelings I had for her were not reciprocated to any great extent beyond that of a platonic relationship.
So off we went to our Universities around the country hundreds of miles apart, I still thought about her at night when I was on my own. Peculiarly though whilst my thoughts turned to her, when ‘stimulation’ was required I turned not to straight images but gay ones. For some reason they were more effective, but the after response wasn’t so good. Racked by guilt and even disgust the hard drive got wiped more than a few times and vows were made to never look again. Clearly though the hard drive was refuelled and the vows broken on multiple occasions but the feelings of guilt and disgust remained. Then at the end of the second year of University, I found myself in a relationship with my best female friend at Uni, not so much by choice as accident. It took about all of three seconds to wonder if I was doing the right thing but by that point it was too late. But no matter how the relationship was going, I was still looking at the same old stuff. Then after two years of being together, he turned up. A magnificent specimen of a young Adonis, finely toned, strikingly handsome and with a devilish sense of humour and a wonderful personality had me spellbound in seconds. We became closer and closer, until the point we are now, almost in a pseudo relationship, rather like that with my best friend in school, and now I find myself in the same position, with someone who can read me like a book, but seems completely oblivious to my true desires and is also totally uninterested in anything beyond that what we have.
My current relationship is destructive, she’s a control freak, jealous of the time I spend with him, half convinced that I either am or want to have an affair with him. She won’t do anything around the house and expects me to keep her like some sort of princess. For my own sake he wants me to leave her, but where do I go then? It’s not like he’s willing to take me in to be WITH him, I live over a hundred miles from my family and there are few job prospects, so I can’t afford to risk giving up my job and moving. Where will I live? What is my real motivation for wanting to leave? Is it some deep seated desire to be with him, or just the need to escape the destructive nature of my relationship? I fear that his past experience with guys who have come out to him just so they can try to get with him, will push him away if I say anything to him, even though I know it’s not reciprocated and there is no chance of anything happening between us. At the same time I feel guilty about even thinking about leaving her because of the way she is totally besotted with me and would be devastated if I left her. It’s so confusing and it’s driving me mad. He is the only person who really knows what my relationship is like, everyone else thinks we are some perfect model couple but the reality is so different. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
So off we went to our Universities around the country hundreds of miles apart, I still thought about her at night when I was on my own. Peculiarly though whilst my thoughts turned to her, when ‘stimulation’ was required I turned not to straight images but gay ones. For some reason they were more effective, but the after response wasn’t so good. Racked by guilt and even disgust the hard drive got wiped more than a few times and vows were made to never look again. Clearly though the hard drive was refuelled and the vows broken on multiple occasions but the feelings of guilt and disgust remained. Then at the end of the second year of University, I found myself in a relationship with my best female friend at Uni, not so much by choice as accident. It took about all of three seconds to wonder if I was doing the right thing but by that point it was too late. But no matter how the relationship was going, I was still looking at the same old stuff. Then after two years of being together, he turned up. A magnificent specimen of a young Adonis, finely toned, strikingly handsome and with a devilish sense of humour and a wonderful personality had me spellbound in seconds. We became closer and closer, until the point we are now, almost in a pseudo relationship, rather like that with my best friend in school, and now I find myself in the same position, with someone who can read me like a book, but seems completely oblivious to my true desires and is also totally uninterested in anything beyond that what we have.
My current relationship is destructive, she’s a control freak, jealous of the time I spend with him, half convinced that I either am or want to have an affair with him. She won’t do anything around the house and expects me to keep her like some sort of princess. For my own sake he wants me to leave her, but where do I go then? It’s not like he’s willing to take me in to be WITH him, I live over a hundred miles from my family and there are few job prospects, so I can’t afford to risk giving up my job and moving. Where will I live? What is my real motivation for wanting to leave? Is it some deep seated desire to be with him, or just the need to escape the destructive nature of my relationship? I fear that his past experience with guys who have come out to him just so they can try to get with him, will push him away if I say anything to him, even though I know it’s not reciprocated and there is no chance of anything happening between us. At the same time I feel guilty about even thinking about leaving her because of the way she is totally besotted with me and would be devastated if I left her. It’s so confusing and it’s driving me mad. He is the only person who really knows what my relationship is like, everyone else thinks we are some perfect model couple but the reality is so different. I just don’t know what to do anymore.















