It all started innocently from my boredom, I was home one day pressing my phone, my bbm was boring so I pinged my school son who was in l to send me couple of girls pin, he sent two, the first one he claimed fucked a lot, the second he said was normal, after initial pinging I was still undecided about then eventually I deleted the one he claimed too fuck a lot, both were in my school, both in , we were on first semester holz this period, so there was no way we could see soon. Writing up to this point has been fun though I skipped some parts but am guessing you know the story from here on am writing with hurt. Some people would think writing this is childish but writing is my therapeutic way of relieving stress. Well you are coming up ….. That shows you were prepared. Have a female friend you talk to.
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Little Brother – by Teddy Bower – GAY FLASH FICTION
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Little Brother – by Teddy Bower
I was 19 when I first had full-on sex with another man. I was at college, living in dorms, and the experience—aside from the usual horrifying awkwardness and somewhat spontaneity of the occasion—was completely and utterly unremarkable aside from one thing: the guy I slept with identified as straight. It was late or early, depending on your outlook on the world when I was joined by the boy who was living in the room next to mine, way back on the other side of the building.
That bathroom was nothing special. I do remember that there were other men in the room. Two of them. Both at the urinals, and so their backs were toward me when I entered. Home for the summer from boarding school, that awkward and potent summer between high school and college, I was working as a dishwasher.