Nathan or Nico? - Sex Stories

Nathan or Nico?

I walked into my school, looking around nervously. I didn't know what I was going to do. I had recently been given a very difficult choice by two guys I really liked. Nathan, the sensible option, a cute, intelligent, kind guy, who was strangely attractive. Or Nico, the really not sensible option, the hot football jock who had crazy mood swings and plenty of homophobic mates- but I found him so much hotter. I am 15 and gay in a very gay intolerant society in the middle of England. I'm very secretive and this is because i have a massive distrust of other people. So much so, I have a phobia of other people. I don't believe that talking to people helps things, and this is why I tend to keep myself to myself. However people think I'm weird because put in a social situation I act strangely. Once I was meant to be speaking in front of a class, fell over and rushed out the room singing The Real Slim Shady. This is what I'm up against. I first met both Nathan and Nico when I was 11, when I thought I was straight. I was with another girl I knew, Sophie. However I knew I liked boys, I couldn't stop staring at people like Rafael Nadal, but not because of his tennis ability, because of his cute and beautiful face. I just didn't know there was a thing called gay. I remember sitting at lunch with Sophie and seeing Nico the first time and thinking 'he's fit,' but trying to push these thoughts out of my head as I realised these were unnatural thoughts. I thought 'Two guys can't be together. ...

... Its weird. Whoever heard of two men together?' I heard Sophie calling someone else over. There was a really thin guy, who Sophie informed me was her friend Nathan. I smiled and said "hi" and soon the chat turned to Pokemon cards and football, all thought of Nico went out of my head. Later that same day I had a class with Nico, Maths. Me being me, I was afraid of talking to someone different so I just sat in the back corner with Sophie and Nathan, as far from Nico as I possibly could. But the strange thing was I never felt like I wanted to do anything with Nico, I just liked the way he looked. Even as my understanding of being gay improved and increased I never felt like doing anything with him. Until just before his 16th. It was very similar with Nathan, however I knew him slightly less, never got round to talking to him as we went into year 8. Until year 11, until now, until just before Nico’s 16th again, when our teachers decided to sit us next to each other. I know for a fact that Nathan is bisexual, I saw him say as much when I was in a group chat with him and a couple of other people. But Nico… I don’t know… I guess I’ll have to find out. --- I walk into biology, one of the many classes I seem to be sat next to Nathan. It is a dark and miserable February morning, and with my thoughts like the clouds above, messed up and in no logical order, I can’t help but look at him strangely. However he isn’t stupid and he soon realises that I am looking at him with a weird expression ...