Advice

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I go back home, to see this mother fucker Noah still sleeping. Ughhh. Anyways I get a text message. And oh my god. It was my little pookie that knows nothing about the world of romance. And I just so happened to take him under my wing. He's a cute little high schooler. His name is Andrew. We meet up at the cafe. "So, how's that boy Evan you've been talking to?" I ask. Andrew says in the most unbelievable way ,"Well...it's a little complicated I guess you could say" "really?" I say in a teasing way. "Well I just had a one night stand with this really hot guy and goddamn was he big down there too." Andrew immediately blushed and said "Shh!!! Minho!! Why are you talking about that here?! What if someone hears" "So what? They know me here at this cafe. I work here, and they know I'm gay." "How are you so comfortable with just telling people that?" He ask. Well it's not like it's always been easy I say to myself. "Well kid the people who accept you are the keepers. They see you for who you are and they don't care about your sexual preferences. You just got go with the flow. And sure there have been really bad times when I came out. But I look at it as a learning opportunity." "Wow. That's the first smart thing I've heard come out of your mouth Minho." This kid! "You little shit!" I say jokingly. "So tell me more about Evan" "ugh fine" he says. "So I found out he was gay and that he was just acting to be homophobic." "Damn sound very similar to Noah." I say "is that the dude you fucked?" Andrew says jokingly. "Yes, yes it is." I say "Wait what?!"
We had a nice conversation and I just love this kid he's like a little brother.
"Bye!" I go back home and you've got to be fucking kidding me. Noah is still here. I shake him and say "get up this isn't your house. Or was my ass that good that you can resist?" "You're damn right it was". What the actual fuck. He pulls me onto the and hugs me. He kisses me gently and says "shall we?" How can I resist if he gives me that look. Between the hot body's and his cold lips, it feels so refreshing. Like something is filled.

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