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So, I didn't know how to swim. The church group was for kids ten to fourteen. I could have waited for school to start, but the church was offering the course starting in a week, and my. So a week later, Mom pulled up in front of the building I had seen a million times as we had driven past it on the way in and out of town.

Jeremy's Swimming Lessons by Smokr Chapter 1 It was summer vacation, just before high school.

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Jeff was also in my church group and going to the high school with me next year. They said it would be good for me to check out the school before I went there in the fall as a freshman. We were nothing like friends. Lots of light, sandy-blond hair, big blue eyes, nice, big, luscious, red lips, white teeth, and a firm jaw.

I also knew why I didn't. During summer vacation, I got a chance to take a swimming course offered by the church. This time I was right in front of the building, nerves almost humming. His family had more money than mine, and he acted like he was my better, even in church.

Like everyone there, I was in swim trunks and shoes, and had a towel over my shoulders. Enemies or not. There were no big creeks or rivers where I lived in Milan, Indiana - the whole town was a high school and a golf course, that's about it.

I would liked to have gone swimming at the old quarry outside town, but the older kids. To be honest, I would rather have kissed Jeff than the girls. If you went to high school, you were part of the older kids' group, and if you were under ten, you still went to the kids group.

During summer vacation, I got a chance to take a swimming course offered by the church. The high school served several even smaller towns around Milan. I got a chance to take a swimming course at the high school that was offered by the church. So Jeff was the only other guy my age, and there was Sally and Kathy, two girls our age, the rest were younger.

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I knew why. Jeff wasn't a very nice guy, but he was a very nice looking guy. I got out of the car and went inside. Celebrate identity, love, and resilience with touching gay stories — from coming out to chosen family, these real and fictional LGBTQ+ narratives inspire.

Jeff was always making eyes and acting like a goofus around the girls. There were no big creeks or rivers where I lived in Milan, Indiana - the whole town was a high school and a golf course, that's about it. There were no big creeks or rivers where I lived - the whole town was a high school and a golf course, that's about it.

There were ten of us in my group, and I was one of the oldest. I could have waited for school to start, but the church was offering the course starting in a week, and my folks asked me if I wanted to take it. The high school served several even smaller towns around Milan.

Besides, it was so far outside town you needed to know someone with a car to get there. To be totally honest, I would have loved to have kissed Jeff. I could float, but that was about it. I would liked to have gone swimming at the old quarry outside town, but the older kids sort of owned it and any of us younger kids caught anywhere near it were hassled badly.