Chapter 34. Conflicting Advice

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Seme/uke was a wholly new concept for me. It simply does not exist in St. Catherine's primary schooling. I didn't learn about it until I started attending Grade 9 at the high school.

At first, I was aghast. It seemed like a horrible idea, a system designed and run by bullies to sexually abuse smaller and weaker students. This was not my experience though.

I met a nice boy there who was a seme and wanted me to be his uke. We became quite good friends. Eventually I fell in love with him. I don't think he actually ever felt a romantic love for me, but he was such a good person and he took such good care of me that, at the time, I couldn't tell the difference.

We were seme/uke the entire four years and then we graduated. Yes, before you ask, we did have sex on occasion. I think it fulfilled his biological need, and it filled my emotional one.

After we graduated, we went our separate ways. He left the country to pursue a sports scholarship and I remained locally. I wanted to give back to the community that raised me.

Yes, I was saddened that we had to part. We still communicated from time to time. We shared our memories together. We met at our 10th reunion. He had such a lovely wife and 2 babies. I also had a blushing bride and a little one on the way.

I have often heard ridicule or scorn from people who have heard my story. They express rude comments about how he should have loved me, like I was some victim of an unrequited love. Or bitterness that he's married and is now living a lie, or they stay the same to me.

Please don't insult our love like that. What we had was very special. He was my first love, the only boy, and now a man, that I've ever loved. But first loves are just that: first. For most of us, we simply and inevitably had to move on to our second loves and so on.

I will always look upon our experiences at St. Catherine's with great fondness and I do not begrudge him one bit that he found his true love and now has a wonderful family and career. I wish him all the happiness that life can offer, and I know he wishes the same for me.

—Anonymous confessions of a former uke.


As they finished eating, Kato thought about what Murata said. He certainly didn't want to make his wolf mad, so as everyone got up and started exiting, he approached Takahashi.

"Takahashi-san?"

"Hmm?"

"Um, tonight. Would you mind if Murata-san and Nakamura-san joined us for the movie?"

"Yeah, sure," Takahashi flatly replied.

It wasn't quite the response he hoped for. He wasn't sure why Takahashi got an attitude like this when it came to Murata.

"Okay, thank you," Kato replied. He turned and caught up to Murata. Murata had that stupid, knowing smile on his face.

"Asking daddy for permission?" Murata gleefully inquired.

"Fuck off. This was all your idea anyway," Kato snidely replied. "But he was fine with it." At least, Kato was hoping he was fine with it.

"Ok, then. Movie starts at 8. Don't be late."

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Kato entered the room. He remembered the last conversation he had with Tachibana. He was hoping that Tachibana would be in a better mood. He was apparently getting ready for showers.

"Hello."

Tachibana turned, "Hiya Kato-san. How's it going?"

"Good. You?"

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