06-19-2014, 11:41 AM
So here’s long story.
I met a guy 3 years ago at school and we quickly became best friends, we trusted each other completely and never lied or kept secrets from each other. The year after he had to move from our private school to a public one because of lack of money. So we barely met but kept in contact and chatted every day for hours, comforting each other as we were both struggling with our lives.
I started having a crush on him, and it slowly grew over time. When next summer started, we started seeing each other more and more often, hanging out in all places we know. My crush on him became more explicit, even saying “I love you†reciprocally, but he seemed having no problem with. I thought he didn't notice my feelings for him.
Then I confirmed he was totally straight, seeing photos of all girls he was dating. Even during school period I kept coming to his because he had transportation problems, but I felt hopeless.
However trying to silence my feelings, I obviously became obsessed with him since last summer. I loved everything about him, admiring him in everything he does, he was my idol. Yet I was jealous of him, he had much more friends than I did and had a more loving family. He was very talented too. My favorite thing about him was his body; he was very muscled and worked out at gym every day. I once imagined being his sex slave, I adored him... he meant everything to me, but I felt I was nothing to him.
And so, every time I saw him I felt strongly aroused, but when I finally knew he was gay-friendly, I told him the truth. He said he already knew I was gay and didn't want to hurt me, because of how I react around him. I felt a bit relieved, knowing that I wouldn't have to lose his friendship.
But still, I couldn't handle my annoying feelings without doing something about it. I felt depressed, he knew I completely fell in love with him and advised me to try curing myself by seeing a therapist. I told him being gay isn't a mental disorder, but deep inside myself I knew that being obsessed with him was. I didn't want to be cured, but I was becoming crazy and unconscious of my thoughts about my best friend. At a time I even became addicted to him.
3 months ago I was feeling weak, depressed and lonely. I tried to become independent of my best friend, but I failed every time I saw him. I desperately tried to making him gay because I couldn't find any gay guys around me. I knew something went wrong in my mind, but last time I saw him 11 weeks ago I swore to myself it would be the last. Since we used to talk about masturbation and size, I had kept trying to convince him to show off ours and compete, he refused. He’s religious. When I saw him napping wearing soft pants, I touched his and played with it, then he suddenly woke up and started beating me, saying I didn't respect our friendship and I ruined it for a simple erotic desire. He kicked me out of the house.
The same night, I sat alone in my room and cut myself. By flooding my blood, I was released from all horrible emotions I had had since I met him. I broke in tears, but comforted myself for I have freed myself from addiction to somebody. I came back to normal life, searching for other gay guys.
However I can’t stop thinking about what I've done the other day. No matter how hard it was for me being beaten up by my best friend, I still feel guilty because he said he’ll never forgive me. We never talked since. Hopefully he revealed none of my secrets to my family including being gay, since I’m still in the closet.
Did I hurt him so deeply? How can I get over this feeling of guilt that consumes me every day and night?
Sorry for the long story, but it’s so hard keeping it for myself…
I met a guy 3 years ago at school and we quickly became best friends, we trusted each other completely and never lied or kept secrets from each other. The year after he had to move from our private school to a public one because of lack of money. So we barely met but kept in contact and chatted every day for hours, comforting each other as we were both struggling with our lives.
I started having a crush on him, and it slowly grew over time. When next summer started, we started seeing each other more and more often, hanging out in all places we know. My crush on him became more explicit, even saying “I love you†reciprocally, but he seemed having no problem with. I thought he didn't notice my feelings for him.
Then I confirmed he was totally straight, seeing photos of all girls he was dating. Even during school period I kept coming to his because he had transportation problems, but I felt hopeless.
However trying to silence my feelings, I obviously became obsessed with him since last summer. I loved everything about him, admiring him in everything he does, he was my idol. Yet I was jealous of him, he had much more friends than I did and had a more loving family. He was very talented too. My favorite thing about him was his body; he was very muscled and worked out at gym every day. I once imagined being his sex slave, I adored him... he meant everything to me, but I felt I was nothing to him.
And so, every time I saw him I felt strongly aroused, but when I finally knew he was gay-friendly, I told him the truth. He said he already knew I was gay and didn't want to hurt me, because of how I react around him. I felt a bit relieved, knowing that I wouldn't have to lose his friendship.
But still, I couldn't handle my annoying feelings without doing something about it. I felt depressed, he knew I completely fell in love with him and advised me to try curing myself by seeing a therapist. I told him being gay isn't a mental disorder, but deep inside myself I knew that being obsessed with him was. I didn't want to be cured, but I was becoming crazy and unconscious of my thoughts about my best friend. At a time I even became addicted to him.
3 months ago I was feeling weak, depressed and lonely. I tried to become independent of my best friend, but I failed every time I saw him. I desperately tried to making him gay because I couldn't find any gay guys around me. I knew something went wrong in my mind, but last time I saw him 11 weeks ago I swore to myself it would be the last. Since we used to talk about masturbation and size, I had kept trying to convince him to show off ours and compete, he refused. He’s religious. When I saw him napping wearing soft pants, I touched his and played with it, then he suddenly woke up and started beating me, saying I didn't respect our friendship and I ruined it for a simple erotic desire. He kicked me out of the house.
The same night, I sat alone in my room and cut myself. By flooding my blood, I was released from all horrible emotions I had had since I met him. I broke in tears, but comforted myself for I have freed myself from addiction to somebody. I came back to normal life, searching for other gay guys.
However I can’t stop thinking about what I've done the other day. No matter how hard it was for me being beaten up by my best friend, I still feel guilty because he said he’ll never forgive me. We never talked since. Hopefully he revealed none of my secrets to my family including being gay, since I’m still in the closet.
Did I hurt him so deeply? How can I get over this feeling of guilt that consumes me every day and night?
Sorry for the long story, but it’s so hard keeping it for myself…