His face was red it's kind of funny how much he was blushing but it was cute how he tried to push me away and the way my hand caressed his face the way our lips touched the way that I couldn't control myself and I couldn't stop thinking of how much I was enjoying this and I wished that it would never end then I was woken up a screaming voice telling me "it's time for breakfast"I thought to myself "Why was I having that dream why why... it's not supposed to be like that. It shouldn't be. its wrong"

I Eventually got up and went to get dressed I had a long sleeve button up shirt with black jeans it's my normal clothes I went down and ate a pancake and some strawberries and went off to college I have so been living with my mom because my apartment wasn't ready yet but it will be tomorrow and that is when I will finally be moving out on the right there I kept thinking about my dream and what it meant "was I gay"....."NO" that's not possible I corrected myself

I was raised in a very Catholic family and was raised to believe that being gay is against God but then why was I having these dreams why must these thoughts be in my head I wish that I could just disappear and slowly tears are falling from My eyes but I quickly wipe them away I couldn't walk in to college looking like I was bawling my eyes out so when I walked in I went to my first class it was very boring until a student that was transferred from a different college walked in and I couldn't take my eyes off of him with his dark black hair to his jewelry even to the clothes that he was wearing I was getting a little excited and A small blush began to appear on my face I quickly put my head down to hide any sign that is attracted to him...

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