I want you to do to me whatever gay guys do to each other. I want you to prove to me you're really gay. He continued, 'I've had a fantasy for a long time about making it with you or Mike.

And waited.įinally I asked, 'So, what do you think?' He answered in a low, quiet voice, 'Can't you tell?' I answered, exasperated, 'No! Tell me!' 'Look at my pants.' I looked I didn't see anything. I remembered the time we cruised by the Little Shrimp in Laguna and Bill leaned out the window to yell, 'Fags!' I waited.

He looked at me and I tried reading his thoughts. I mean one thing doesn't mean.' I interrupted him. I'm Gay.' 'No way! Not you! Did something happen in school. Saturday night we were sitting around his place, having gone through almost a case of beer between the two of us, and I said,'Bill, I have to tell you something.'He smiled and said, 'Sure, guy, whatever.' 'Bill. Some I knew would be cool others I was worried about. I was prepared to tell them exactly what was going on in my life. I figured it was my duty as a straight-appearing man to let everyone know that gays are not just a bunch of fairies looking for any dick in a storm.Īnyway I went home to visit my parents and see a few old surfing buddies. I was 20, a sophmore during the previous couple of months I had come out of the closet with a bang.