@orngcps:
I've been at both ends of that situation.
The first time it was me who was supposed to come out in return. It was one of my best friend's younger brother, let's call him A. His sister and I have been friends since fifth grade and this happened right at my first year at college. One day I'm at my friend's house and she had to go to the bathroom or something, I don't remember, so I was left alone with A for a while. He was around 17 at that time and he said he had something important that he needed to talk to me about and wanted my opinion on how to tell his sister. He then proceeded to come out to me in a very slow and awkward manner. He was really nervous. I had known A since he was a little kid and I wasn't ready to come out yet, I think I was 18 or 19, and hadn't told anyone yet though I was thinking of doing it. Anyways, I told him I was cool with it and even offered to help him come out to his sister. Turns out he had this huge crush on me and was expecting that if he told me I would tell him and magic would ensue. A couple of months later I came out to all my friends and him but nothing ever happened between us though.
The second time was with my brother. Yes, I came out to my brother expecting him to come out to me in return. Let me back up, I came out to all my friends way before coming out to anyone in my family. One day I'm at my brother's 24th birthday party (he's two years younger than me) and I'm just there talking with some friends and then I went to my room to look for something. When I'm walking to my room I hear moaning coming from my brother's room which is right next to mine. I thought he was with a girl but then I thought that I wasn't hearing a girl's moan, it was two male voices, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to peek. Imagine my surprise when I see him making out with a dude. I had never suspected anything from my brother and suddenly all I could think of is my mother and her two gay sons for some reason.
A couple of weeks later, I just couldn't keep it in anymore so I decided to confront him. We were driving to our grandma's house when I decided to officially come out to him. I had never explicitly told him but I knew he knew, and by telling him I thought I would get him to tell me. I come out and he says he knew and he was okay with it an all, but he didn't come out to me. After ten minutes of awkward silence I told him what I saw the other day, he freaked out a little and said he was just drunk and experimenting, but that it meant nothing. I didn't believe him for some reason. A few months later we're driving somewhere and he finally tells me everything. That he was indeed gay, and was just coming to terms with it and had told some of his friends and it was all good and even asked me how could he tell our mom.
And those are my stories 🙂
I'm glad that your stories have a happy ending!!
:cheers: