God dammit. I'm gay. I'm gay? Gay. Gay though? Am I really gay? Yes, yes I am. Yes? No. Yes! I'm gay! I'm gay, I'm gay. I'm gay. I'm gay. I'm gay. I'm gay!
"I'm gay!" I blurt out. "Oh shit! No I'm not! No gay kids here! Hah! Hah hah!" Jesus i'm bad at cover ups. I mean these charming good looks didn't come from being straight, now did they? We all know that the hottest, nicest, most huggable boys are gay. Not me however. Hah! I tricked you there i bet. I'm not huggable whatsoever, I am buff, look like a total f*ck boy, vape and drink beer at parties, and go to the gym every week (3 times a week, in a locker room full of hot and sweaty men and the occasional fat loser).
Walking down the shower corridor of the gym locker room i opened the curtain to a shower that a i thought was empty (i genuinely thought it was empty) and saw the perfect bod of this guy i don't even know and he was just so perfectly sculpted and i hadn't even seen his face when he yells "Oi, man this shower is occupied there like five empty ones down the row!" I was honestly so embarrassed i just closed the curtain and said "Jesus man I'm sorry!" In a cracked voice. Rushing down the slippery shower halls trying not to blush my ass off was the hardest thing in the world (even harder than *wink, wink*).
I take a quick, hot shower and get out and guess who was standing outside of my shower space. Guessed the hot guy who i didn't see his face? Bingo! You got it, and guess what... His face makes him even better. He had deep brown eyes that sunk into his head slightly, his eyes looked tired but full of joy. His lips were full and luscious, they looked soft yet a few deep cracks that showed his lips were slightly chapped made my mind confused on what they would taste like. He had deep brown curly hair which was longer on top than on the sides. His subtle freckles and long eye lashes balanced out his masculinity with a softer edge. I now know officially that i am gay because i can describe this man to the furthest extent of visualization.
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Flirting.
Teen FictionYou know that feeling you get when you like someone? Yeah? I have that right now. It's like butterflies.
