When did you realize you liked boys?

I first liked a boy named George in the fifth/sixth grade, but I didn’t know what those feelings meant. All I knew is I admired him and wanted to be around him all the time. It wasn’t until I met a boy named Bob in eighth grade that I had my first serious and undeniable sexual attraction to another male. Ugh … he had the most fantastic ass ever; I just wanted to lick it every day right in the busiest hallway at school. I remember being so excited during the summer before high school because I couldn’t wait to see him again during freshman year. I remain convinced to this day that, had I been braver back then, I could’ve gotten Bob to use me.

There were a couple of other crushes along the way until I met the Alpha who would change the course of my life. Then I knew the truth about my life – I am a faggot.