A friend of mine, Michael, claimed to be an asexual. Well, he didn't much claim it; he despised it—he toiled over it, and he was usually depressed about that topic. He would cry, though rarely, because he couldn't feel anything towards a woman. He knew he wasn't gay, or at least that was the last thing he thought his sexuality could be. He longed for an intimate relationship. He longed so badly, for even a sexually satisfying situation involving a woman. This is how the story begins. Now, you must remember that I am the narrator, a vessel through which the story is told.
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Michael's Self Discovery (boyxboy)
Teen FictionMichael is down and out, having hit rock bottom after agreeing to accept a prostitute as his first sexual partner, though he doesn't go through with it--ultimately leaving him more depressed and desperate than before. Warnings: Mentions/Suggestions...
