I never really had a "coming out" party when it comes to my gay nature. It was more like a gradual development in my sexual drive, as my gay nature slowly began to collide with my werewolf nature. I grew up in a very conservative environment where being gay was actually against the law. And even though I knew at a very early age that I was attracted to men and enjoyed sucking cocks, I was forced to suppress this urge. Even though I was outwardly "gay" I had never actually admitted to engaging in gay sex. Sure, I secretly sucked a few cocks here and there but I didn't outwardly let anyone know about it until I had finally had my fill of being told what to fucking do.

So, it's like, even though everyone in my town knew I was gay and that I wanted to suck dicks and fuck men, no one actually thought I was doing it because it was against the law, see? So how do you classify that? The fact that I was outwardly attracted to men, that everyone in my town knew it, but that I kept my actual sexual encounters with men a secret? Was I really "in the closet"?

I used to really fuck with alot of the straight men in my hometown of Potsboro, including the local sheriff. I'd constantly be hitting on alot of the redneck guys but none of them were able to do anything about it because I was such a fucking badass. At a very early age, all the guys in my town knew not to fuck with me. I'd go around flirting with all the hairy, macho men and they would get pissed, say things like, "Go to hell, you fucking faggot!" More than a couple times a few of the them would attempt to beat me up but I always came out on top, broke a few bones and bloodied more than a handful of noses.

Early on, I'd even fuck alot of the ladies in my town. The fact that I admitted to liking men but still was able to steal most of the women away from the dudes in my town only added to the hatred for me all of them felt. Early on I actually liked pussy nearly as much as sucking dicks, I guess because it was legal and I didn't have to work so hard to hide it so much. It bewildered alot the simple-minded guys in Potsboro how I was able to openly admit to liking men, yet still had the machismo and the know-how to lure all the hottest Potsboro phillies into the bed of my old love shack on the south part of town.

There was this one hot afternoon in July. I was out in the pasture with Katie Houser, this hot babe who was the daughter of Carl Houser, the owner of the local silver mine. I had Katie with her pretty little panties pulled down to her ankles. I had her hot naked ass bent over a fence and was driving my cock deep into that wet, tight pussy, boy, jamming my rod rampant and reaming into this bitch's tight fuck hole when the goddam SHERIFF walked by and saw me fucking the living shit out of this girl. Sheriff Allbright pointed his gun toward me and said, "Goddamit, that's Pete's girl you're fucking, you goddam homo, and if you don't take your dick out of her pussy right this instant I'm gonna blow a hole in your forehead so big that I'd be able to fuck your goddam brains through it if I wanted to!"

"Oh, then who is really the homo then, sheriff?" I yelled, laughing and continuing to fuck Katie. She was screeching and yelling in pleasure as the sheriff looked on. He gripped his rifle tight and nervous-like and attempted to stare me down but after a few seconds he gave up and submitted to my intimidating eyes. He just shook his sorry head and started walking away right as I was blowing a load all over Pete Turner's girlfriend's ass. Yeah, Katie was Pete Turner, Sheriff Allbright's deputy's girl, but it ain't like I gave a fuck and it ain't like I hadn't all ready beat Pete's ass the one time he thought he had anything to say about Katie sucking on my goddamed dick. I ran that fucking town and everybody knew it.