It all started with a popsicle. Then a bottle. Next thing you know, there was a cute boy at school.....who was very gay and into me, a "straight person", or so I claimed. So I decided to test my luck...or in better words, test my sexuality and ask him who this beloved crush was. Now I must state beforehand that being left on read when asking such a thing is NERVE WRACKING to say the least. My heart was pounding when he saw it..."was it me?" I often pondered over a tall glass of cider. Even seeing him in school was a hard task...mentally and as I found out...it was a physically "hard" task. I thought for all my life that I'm a straight male with normal needs yet... ever since that popsicle things have changed.... Especially when he told me his crush was..well...me.
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I'd like to thank my friend for helping write this @TheLordOof aka my cute little english muffin. He actually wrote the prologue while he was drunk...it started as just an idea then I was like, "You know what? I'm feeling inspired right now, fuck it, it's a story now." So yeah this is the result.
I love you master~
I promise I will get back to my other stories....eventually. Hang in there!
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