I. My Problem

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Theres a guy i like.

I follow his social Media Updates frequently.

Isnt it obvious id want to know about the personal life of someone i like? Its nothing to be embarrassed about.

But.....

I dont want him to know

Because....

Im sure ill be labeled as a Stalker

Normally in Male-Female relationships they would either date or decide to just be friends

But in my case neither applies

I am Stokeley and am a male

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As im riding the train he sits in front of me while i stand and grab on to the pole

Even now i want to ask him...

What his relationship with the girl that i saw earlier with him is

But...

I cant

I make way out of the train and head to his house

For some time ive been trying to unlock the door from his house. Its worse because he has a keypad where you have to put in a password to get in

I spray the white powder on the key pad and see where he clicked. Ive already tried alot of times. A whole paper full of codes that ive already tried

As i punch in a code i think to myself

Why am i doing this?

"Because of love!"
I say to myself

What the hell am i supposed to do

Most nights id think about him and jerk off thinking of how he would touch me if i was close to him. Id moan his name out. "Jahseh"

Was it in the army where i first met him?

No, it was in the second semester of my first year of college. The college i entered 4 years late

I finally understood what they meant by the phrase "Beloved by all"

His empathetic considerate gentle aura drew everyon to him.

But i knew better than anyone that id never be with him

That familiar tingling feeling of being aroused began to well up within me

I started to wonder. How would he have Sex?

My only connection to him was that our eyes met that one time.

With just that i felt a small connection to him.

But before long...

After the first semester ended, I got a notice for a physical examination from the millitary.

I thought id be assigned to the public interest service due to me being underweight...

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