The story of a basketball boy and his neighbor, a migrant worker

     I first started noticing other boys having special feelings when I was twelve years old. I didn’t understand what it meant at the time, I just thought it was a bit strange, but I didn’t think much about it. By the age of fourteen, I had clearly realized that boys made my heart beat faster than girls. Of course, the premise is that I have to have feelings for girls, but I found that I had no impulse at all.
     I admit that I was. This may not be a big deal for many people, but for me, a teenager who was still in the first year of high school at that time, it was a big deal. I am not the kind of timid person, nor am I a nerd who only buries his head in books. I am 1.8 meters tall and weigh 70 kilograms. I have short black hair and big, bright eyes. I usually play basketball and run, which makes me fit, with clear muscle lines and a slightly tanned skin. I like sports, especially those that can sweat and collide with teammates, such as basketball and football, because those are the only physical contact opportunities for me and others. I know that some teammates have ambiguous relationships, but I have always deliberately avoided them and didn’t want to get involved.

Why? Because I was too young and had no experience in these things. I was afraid that if I had an intimate relationship with someone, they would see my secret at a glance and guess who I was. At that time, I was full of fear of this identity. I had seen my teammates in the school bathhouse, but what really moved me was the more mature one, especially that person. Every time I thought of him, my heart was pounding, and his appearance was all in my mind. He was 1.9 meters tall, with thick black hair, deep eyes like the night sky, broad shoulders, a strong chest, and a healthy bronze skin. His muscles were hard and firm, the kind of strength that comes from years of physical work, not the kind of empty muscles in the gym. He was a construction worker, usually moving bricks and carrying steel bars on the construction site. After finishing his work, his sweat soaked his vest, and he exuded a strong masculine smell, which made me nervous and fascinated.
     He was not married and had no girlfriend. He rarely went out to play, except for occasionally drinking beer and eating barbecue with his co-workers on Friday night. I had a fantasy that he might be interested in a young man like me, but it was just my fantasy.