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This isn't as much as a coming out story as much as a story in general. I'm gay and actually quite open and flamboyant about it. I live in a small town, so everyone around knows it and everyone knows my name, which is actually nice.

Now, there was one time, my theatre friends and I took a class field trip to New York City and had an absolute blast. There was also this guy (whose name will not be mentioned) who was bi-curious and had just broken up with his girlfriend a week before we went on this trip. This guy had also been assigned to be in a hotel room with me and three other boys. One night, we decided to share the bed together, because no big deal, we're all boys. So it's around 2 AM and he taps my shoulder and the next thing I know, his "pleasuring himself" right next to me. To make terms short, we had both had our first gay experience that night.

When we'd gotten home from the trip, we didn't talk much, then now that school has started back up and I see him around.. With his girlfriend he'd broken up with earlier. I felt just weird and I couldn't talk to either of them and I was good friends with the girl. Last month, in fact, I finally realized "I can't keep this secret" and I wrote about it in a special journal I keep. One of the boys in the hotel room came over to my house and found the journal and was so grossed out, but got over it quickly, but I still felt horrible about it.

I guess the motive for the story is to make sure you know where to draw a line, because we did a lot of things, and it's being spread around school as I write this. So just be careful.