Story of my life (Ep. 3): Gay Porn

‘I need to find somewhere gay porn!’ I told my best friend ever Kate (or Katya if you are Russian speaking).

‘You need WHAT?” she asked with a shock. I saw panic in her eyes. She really didn’t understand what was going on.

‘I have told you already: I NEED GAY PORN!’ I was practically screaming.

‘Sh… people!’

I understood immediately that we were in the corridor full of my classmates. It was right after my first French class in this year. It was after I saw Mr. French Class. Kate took my hand and leaded to the corner of the corridor.

‘But… I don’t understand. Are you a gay?’

‘Of cause I am!’

‘But we kissed several times last summer!’

‘Last summer I wasn’t a gay!’

‘And now?’

Story of my life (Ep. 2): Mr. French Class

I was thirteen, when I saw him. A handsome man came into the class. “Halo, my name is ***. I’m your French teacher”. I hated French. I knew nothing about French grammar, the spelling was a real disaster and the words couldn’t be pronounced properly if you had been learning German for five years. But it was really beautiful. Sorry, HE was really beautiful… or handsome, thanx Oxford’s Dictionary! 

I fell in love immediately. During the rest of our first lesson all I was thinking about was how to kiss him. How to touch him. How to fill his fingers on my skin.
And that caused the first problem in my school life. The first, but not the last. I was dreaming about him with my eyes widely opened and didn’t notice when the bell rang.

My classmates had been already outside the classroom, but I was still sitting at my desk. I couldn’t stir. I couldn’t stand up. I couldn't even breath! It was my first erection in the school! And what could I do with it?

‘Are you ok?’ he asked me.

Story of my life (Ep. 1): Tastes differ

They say tastes differ. Some 13 years old girls fall in love with their French teacher. Some 13 years old boys dream about French teacher’s cock. May be it was the first time when I understood everything about myself. No. It defiantly WAS the moment, when I understood everything about myself. And it was absolutely great. No lies, no hopes, no problems. “Hi, mum! Your son is gay. Don’t cry, mum…”

My name is Andrew, and I’m from Belarus. Belarus is a small country in the center of Europe. But if we speak about gays and lesbians, Belarus is the ass of Europe. Not as shitty as Russia is, but it will be a far journey to become Great Britain. Hi, Elton!

This blog is the only chance for me to speak openly with the rest of the world. The world, where gays can get married and have children. The world, where I can tell everybody the truth about who I am. “Hi, mum! Your son is gay. Don’t cry, mum…”

P.S. Sorry for errors, I’m trying to improve my English, but it’s a long-long road…