I remember when I first found out I was gay. It was one of the most enlightning moments of my life.
I was surfing the internet for some prices on books. A pop up of porn came up, and before I had time to close it, I was suddenly enticed by the nice ass the man on the ad had. I stared at it and I suddenly got hard.
It had never even crossed my mind that I could be gay, but after seeing that, I expiramented. I looked all through the net at gay porn, and picturees of naked men. The pictures kept me staring for hours, admiring their long dicks, and their tight asses.
I started using most of my free time looking up naked men. I became obsessed with them. I wanted to fuck them so bad. I stroked the screen, imagining myself touching them.
Then one night I had a dream that I was in bed with one of the models. It was one of the best dreams I ever had. We did it with each other for hours, running our hands through each others hair.
I then woke up and realized I had jacked-off in my sleep.
At school, I began to look at things differently. I was no longer interested in women, but would stare at men, and in P.E., I would get embarrassed by the boners I got while staring at the other naked guys.
I could go on and on talking about my search for myself, but this was the most important part. It was a hard journey accepting my homosexuality, and also getting my friends and family to accept it.