The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*18 year old Gwyn's POV*

Brian had been a senior back when I was a freshman at Oberlin. We had met each other in an introductory art class, and he had been so smoking hot, I remember thinking I had never seen a man that attractive. Of course, that should have clued me in right away. He looked a bit like a very elegant, somewhat gothy, David Bowie, with a little extra glam and sparkle.

Somehow, we became friends, and I was excited to meet someone else that identified as bisexual, as I did at the time. He told me stories about his gross, sugar daddy/boyfriend, and I ogled Brian shamelessly and drank in his excellent grammar and vocabulary.

At some point, he dumped his soggy, old sugar daddy. Soon thereafter, I weakened, and I ended up revealing my feelings for him. He said they were mutual.

Again, I should have known something was awry when he couldn't get off the first time I tried to give him a blowjob. But, he claimed that was normal for him, and I made myself sort of believe it, as I was so inexperienced. I later discovered he liked to close his eyes during sex. After a term or so, after telling me he loved me, he dumped me. I was upset, but I recovered decently enough.

About 2 weeks later, our whole friend group was all partying, on the weekend, with friends. Brian told me he still loved me, and that he missed me. A small voice cried out, 'no, you know how this goes,' but I buried it and went over to Brian's house, beaming with happiness.

I remember Owen glancing over at me, clearly concerned, but knowing better than to say anything or try and stop me. About a week later, Brian told me he had just been double-checking, and that this time, he was absolutely certain that he was gay.

Notes

Sorry recent chapters have so many errors- I am writing on my phone, which means they can't be edited.