Warning:This story will, but does not currently, contain descriptions of consenting males engaging in sexual acts. If you don't want to read it, or it is illegal for you to, then please leave. Also, Freaks and Geeks, and all related characters, are property of Dreamworks. I intend no copyright infringement.
In truth, the rift between Sam and Neil had begun long ago, and had only persisted in growing over the past few years. This was evidenced in almost everything they did. Sure, they both still loved comedy and sci fi, but there was plenty difference. It seemed that they took turns being way too mature for each other, and they just seemed to be more different all the time, especially in their reactions to their sexual awakenings.
The porno had been a godsend for Neil; he watched it twice after the others left, trying desperately to take it all in. He was very intruiged. Whereas Sam was disgusted and scared by the sexual positions, Neil began questioning it all. The most exciting for Neil was anal sex. He'd never thought of anyone's ass as anything remotely attractive, let alone as a sexual object, but this changed all that. It also changed his view on sexuality in general.
Neil began having dreams about anal sex. At first with women, and then, gradually, men started entering his dreams. He disregarded them at first, but his dreams slowly became dominated by nude male forms, and eventually not just anal sex was happening. Neil was having all kinds of subconcious fantasiesinvolving men, but he refused to acknowledge them for the longest time. In the end, however, he acceped the attraction, and men became part of his waking fantasies too, though he told himself it was just curiocity.
The fact of his sexuality slowly became more evident as women disapeared wholely from his thoughts. He no longer thought about breasts and tried to enjoy them, and he let himself realize that the pleasure he got from thinking of them could never compare to that of his new fantasies.
The last straw was when he severed ties with Sam over Lindsey. True, he loved her, but it was never anything like he felt now. It was an innocent crush that he'd let grow into more than it ever was. It was his last bit of heterosexuality, and when it was gone there was no denying it to himself. He needed someone to share his burden, and the one person he could trust, since his estrangement from his friends was Barry. Neil knew he wouldn't tell anyone, but he could only hope that Barry wouldn't act differently toward him. By the time the week was out, Neil would have his answer.
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