Forth POV
"Damn it!" I exclaimed when the silence of the living room prevailed. Wayo just stormed out of my unit leaving me alone.
I went inside the bedroom still fuming in anger. "Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!" I screamed in an effort to express my frustrations. I sat down on the bed and covered my face with my hands breathing heavily.
*inhale*
*exhale*
*inhale*
*exhale*
*inhale*
*exhale*Today is not my day.
After calming down for a bit, I decided to take a long hot shower. Hopefully, the warm water will wash away some of my stresses for the day even just a little. I grabbed my towel and proceeded to the bathroom.
After more than half an hour in the shower, I came out somewhat refreshed and relaxed. The warm water did wonders to make me calmer and get my mind off things. I unwrapped the towel on my waist to dry my hair as I approached my full length mirror.
I looked at my reflection. It was bizzare.
My eye sockets were deep, evidently with all the lack of sleep for the past weeks. I seemed to have gone thinner as I admittedly was missing meals because of the heavy workload I have. I flexed to checkout my physique. My muscles looked dreadful. I have not done any workout for a couple of months already. I checked out my manhood next. It's flaccid as I have no libido at the moment. It just looked so sad. My sagging testicles were hanging lower than usual. Even my pubes looked unhealthy.
I sighed and prayed under my breath that this day should not get any worse.
I walked to my dresser to get dressed. I opened my underwear drawer first and was welcomed with a see of black fabrics. Then I remembered that I have this one peculiar boxer shorts. A very colorful one. I liked wearing it when I'm at home before because it's quite comfortable to wear.
I rummaged deeper at the back of the drawer and touched a familiar soft fabric as well as something rigid. I grabbed the whole thing with two hands and pulled it out. It was the boxer shorts I was looking for...
...and it was used to wrap something. I unfolded one flap and the thing inside came into view...
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Love Lost
أدب الهواةForth, the epitome of a problem child, crashed his car when his boyfriend, Wayo, left him for abroad. He woke up in the hospital hours later, hearing someone calling his name. "Forth! Forth! Forth!" When he opened his eyes, he saw someone familiar...