Josh drinks to have fun Tyler drinks to get drunk Josh wants to swim Tyler wants to drown

Slutty Joshler pørn...with a story line built around Josh's dick. It's just a big pile of gay kinky shit in a highschool scene. And two seemingly opposite guys come to an agreement.. Hashtag 'no homo' though amiright?

In a strange world, two boys find eachother through little doors. (This fic is a little different, you'll see when you read it. It's not set in a normal world.) Little doors- is a representation of how we communicate, making internet friendship and struggling because we can't actually touch that person or be with that person physically, but yet we can still create strong bonds with them.

"Ian, I'm fucking terrified." Joji's hands held up his head, brain fogged with thought as he spoke with his best friend on skype. The pixellated images of one another brought a strange comfort as he let few free tears fall down his cheeks, eyes red from hours of crying and trying to convince himself he was okay. "It's okay to be scared. I'll be there soon, Jo'." ; ; hey my friend did the cover which is dope thanks sage :*

Joji's the kid everybody wants to be. He's smart, musically talented, he's popular, and he's the teacher's pet. Who wouldn't want to be him? Ian's practically the opposite. Ian's the shy nerd with self esteem issues. He spends most of his time reading or playing video games. Of course, because of all of this he's constantly minorly bullied. Why would anybody be friends with Ian? Why would anybody want to date him? Despite those thoughts, Joji just can't get Ian out of his head.

Aleksandr is stuck. Stuck lusting over his best friend. Stuck with a girlfriend he no longer has feelings for. Stuck in an overwhelming sensation of numbness. Only James can make him feel, only James can make him smile. It's always only ever been James. Sexual content, boy x boy, swearing, drinking. Eventual mention of paranoia, anxiety and depression.

Aleksandr had nothing better to do. He was bored. He goes onto Omegle, a 'chat with strangers' website, to see if anyone had anything interesting to converse about. To see if he could meet a new friend. He comes across someone who happens to live in the same state as he does. They exchange some info, one thing leads to another and, well.. This is the story of how Aleksandr Marchant met, loved, and hated James Wilson.

"There's no one to blame here but yourself. He didn't lead you on. It was all in your head."