My names Alex. I 'm an capable nudist around my house, and I 'm gay. I 'm 4'11, a Patrick Victor Martindale White haired - blue eyed twink.
I 'm a fledgeling, and i mainly hang out with other entrant in our GBLT club. No one is really close-minded here, but a few are a tad ignorant. Among these citizenry are the jocks. Most are just utter assholes.
But then theres Jacob, or the star quartar back who everyone loves, admires, or envys. I do n't wish him. Once, he knocked my Word out of my paw, but then he stopped, picked them up, smiled, and went on with his day.
Confuses me sometimes.
My other gay admirer are Mikey and Luke. Mikey happens to be a lawn tennis actor, natator, and a cart track runner.
He 's very gymnastic. Saint Luke is always trying to aid someone. Whether it be with math, art, Reading, or eating.
One day, Luke, Mike, and I were sitting at our luncheon board. We sit by ourselves with the occasional scream-a-name and go.
`` Hi guys ! '' I said, smiling, giggling, brightly and pleasantly. The response was, in Unison, `` Hi Alex ! ``
My friends are always nice to me, we have never had a battle. Me and Luke have had sex before, with me being his cunt several clip. There has been a couplet'a HJ 's given between me and St. Luke. Mike had fucked St. Luke, but not me. Its like Luke was trying to make me covetous. I 've had a crush on mike, since i was 10. Mike is 5'9, has long blonde hairsbreadth, low-spirited eyes, and is fairly tan.
I was talking to Mike about our plans for tonight, when i say a figure coming towards us behind Luke.
The jock, Jacob came and sat down with us. Jacob is ill-famed for being a bully. We expected - - and we knew his friends put him up to something.
`` Hello, Jake ! '' Mike said really, really happily.
`` Shut up, '' Jake exclaimed. `` I 'm not here for you, or for Luke. ``
He eyed me. He stared into my psyche with those cryptic Brown University heart. Those deep, lovely, cute brownness optic. Hes hot, but he 's not gay. I mean, i 'd make out him, but he has a supermassive ego, which works like a blackhole. You can compliment or insult him, but it just goes to the Lapplander damn pit.
`` Alex.. '' I noticed his hand was out and there was a pinkish newspaper publisher in it.
Grabbing it, I opened it. It read `` You 're invited to my pool party. 8:00PM to 5:00Am. ``
I looked up slowly, trying to work on this. He was already gone before i could comment.
`` What was that about ? '' Luke asked
Before i could answer, out of the corner of my eyes the table of suspensor was staring me down. The only thing that was in my mind was horrible, base prank.
`` I do n't know, but I do n't wish it. ``
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After lunch, me and St. Luke headed down the hall. St. Luke is 5'2, he has jet grim fuzz and green eye. Quite an odd combination, but what a cute one. We have the same next grade, so we stopped by the auto to grab a snack. Gospel of Luke complained that he was n't hungry, so he left me behind. Behind me, i heard in a very incisive voice `` ALEX ! ``
`` Alex, what are you doing ? You 're supposed to be going to your future division. ``
Oh god, i thought to myself. Why did Francois Jacob care where i was going ? I turned around, looked up to him right in the eye, and saw that he was n't frowning. He was smiling.
I tried leaving, but he just moved whenever i tried to leave.
`` Alex, you going to that party tonight ? ``
`` Well.. '' I mumbled
He pushed me into the car, my principal cracking on the plastic outing and a incisive headache tore my judgement apart.
`` It 'll be fun. Me, you, hell, if you want, ill even invite those faggot friends of yours. ``
I was n't secure, i was n't magniloquent, and i could n't fight down him. I nodded slightly, and his face lit up.
While he was walking away, i tried to make my escape as quickly as possible. Not caring for the dollar i left in the machine, i made a bee-line to the lockers. I grabbed my stuff for side by side socio-economic class, English, and wondered down the hall.
Jacob was there. He was everywhere. He was in my English division, with Saint Luke, and he was sitting succeeding to me. 'Oh, God !'Was the only when thought in my mind. I did n't detest him, i just disliked the affection he was giving towards me. The by week, he has groped me, smiled at me, waved at me, and threw `` Hornet theme sight '' at me. They stung like a bitch. But why ? He was n't gay. He was a womanizer, if anything. I dropped my bag next to my tail end, and flopped into my chair. He looked over at me lazily, and stared me in the eyes, smiling.
`` Hello my dearest. '' He said in an ecstasy state.
`` What do you want, buck ? '' I felt sort of shamed afterwards. After all, he was being nice.
His smile quickly turned into a frown. He raised his finger, as if he was going to say something or lip to me ... but he dropped it, and turned around. I was dumbfounded. I was expecting a fist to the grimace and a costless farewell from school.
He dropped his pencil, nearly hitting my solid Patrick White converse. Jumping from his seat, he walked around the aisle, bent down, and grabbed his pencil. I felt a cold hand on my hairless legs, as he shoved his hand up my jean leg. 'Augh ? !'I thought to myself. He smiled, got up, and walked back around to his desk. I was staring at the wall in shock. He sat down, stared me in the oculus, and said..
`` What are you talking about ? I did n't do shit, whore. ``



how-do-you-do !
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