Prologue

Currently there’s a boy on his knees with his arms thrown around my waist and he’s begging me to take him out tonight. His name is Harry and currently he’s my boyfriend, but that position might be available again soon if he doesn’t stop whining like a brat. Then again, he can’t really help it; he was brought up that way. He was given everything he wanted and if there was any amount of hesitation he threw a fit. I roll my eyes. I am so sick and tired of him, seriously. It’s rather amusing for the first few seconds, and after that…can you spell “pathetic”?

Two minutes and counting, no sign of the end in sight; this boy just doesn’t stop.

My friends all say he reminds them of Harry Potter and that he must do the same for me and that’s why I picked him instead of anyone else. Personally, I’m not into fantasizing about a fictional character from a children’s book, but I can understand where they got the reference from. He shares the same name as the hero and does have to wear glasses and then there are his green eyes. I still didn’t pick him for that though.

I picked one Harry Murphy in question for the same reason I picked the others; he was innocent, or at least acted the part. Nothing’s better than corrupting a person and showing them all these wonderful things that they’ll crave and then breaking their heart I always say. In the end, I’m doing them and all other gay men a favor by supplying them with skilled lovers who will appreciate them and do what it takes to make their relationship last.

Let’s take Harry for example. Harry takes me for granted, he may not realize it, but I do and it’s so painfully obvious. He’s a brat, as I’ve said before, and is less than tactful at getting what he wants, though he usually does seeing as it’s always some sort of sexual favor on his part. When I break up with him, I’ll leave him with some of the greatest things he’ll ever have for a love life, though he may not know it at the time or ever for that matter. When I break up with Harry he will find someone else and cherish them as he knows they can leave him any time. He’ll know how to blow someone properly (though he did that rather well to begin with) and won’t hesitate when it comes to other matters of the bedroom…or the couch, whatever the case may be.

I’m doing him a favor. He deserves someone who appreciates him and thinks the way he whines is adorable, not annoying. He deserves someone who isn’t apathetic in the least when he cries or when it hurts for him to walk because of the previous night’s activities. In his next relationship he’ll be taking personality, character, the knowledge of heartbreak, and experience to the table. Not too bad if I do say so. I take it upon myself to show him that whatever life of grandeur he’s been living was just an illusion, a prelude dream to the nightmare entitled reality.

I think I’ve made it out to seem like Harry is a complete pain in the ass, and that’s not true—he’s not a complete pain. He does have quite a few redeeming qualities, and any boy who isn’t easily bothered would be lucky and happy to have him. And just because he’s adorable don’t think I’m not going to break up with him. Don’t think for one second I’m not going to break his heart just because he gave some of the best head in the world. I may be his first everything, but I’m still going to do it without any remorse because, frankly, this is real life, and it’s so much bigger than on the IMAX screen.

I’m leaving him because when he hears his lover say, “I love you,” it shouldn’t be a lie.