I totally didn't see that I hadn't uploaded this here yet ...
So I guess I will do so now!
Its a... sad story to be honest, so if you are only here for the smut I will tell you now that you probably shouldn't read the final chapter once its out ...
If you like maybe a bit funny, but also heavy stuff, this might be right for you ^^
I just got the idea in my head for this story one day and I hope I will be able to write in a style that will help you like and/or understand the character.
The story won't be very long, probably around 10 chapters, if not less
Also its MM/Yaoi/Slash, so dont like dont read
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Chapter 1. Introductions
Would you say I am crazy? I mean, maybe this question is a bit sudden, a bit early if we take into consideration that you don't know me. Not yet anyway. But maybe you will have the patience to get to know me, to read my story, to listen to my rants and consider the meaning behind my actions. It won't take me long, I hope, to tell my story. Though considering where I am I guess I do have the time to be very detailed. Maybe it will take a while, who knows. I guess it will depend on how bored I am. And at the moment I am very bored.
So, let me start with telling you about my awesome self, so you can put a picture to my face, or at least try to imagine my handsome face with your little knowledge of what true beauty really is like. Do I sound cocky enough yet? Think I am a nice guy? Or have you already started to dislike me? Sorry to disappoint, but I don't feel like playing the nice guy, I have for far too long. Sorry to hold you up with my ramblings by the way, I know you are probably buzzing to finally hear about my good looks. Apologies, I might have exaggerated a little bit there, maybe a bit more than a little.
I have brown hair reaching my ears, or at least they were when this story starts. I think they have nearly reached my shoulders by now, but I am not sure, I haven't checked in a mirror in a long while, nor actually brushed them, and let's not even talk about getting them into contact with water and shampoo. Disgusting, right? Thank you very much, I know that myself, keep your thoughts to yourself, this isn't about you, it's about me for once. And I really couldn't care less, there are more important things going on in my life. I have stopped styling my hair with gel in the attempt to make myself look more attractive years ago. And the smell, well, I am not sure, but I think I might have lost that sense over the past two weeks. But let's continue. I have blue eyes, not bright, not vibrant, but a boring bland blue. My nose is… a nose, not small, not big, not ugly, not pretty. I would call it average. Same as my lips or anything about me really. Body and face, size and weight – average.
Disappointed? You're not the only one, let me tell you that.
I have never been very popular with the girls, but I did have the occasional relationship when I was younger, before they figured out I was just as boring as I looked and left me to wallow in self-pity. High school was peaceful, Uni was not as much and work was work. It wasn't great but it paid the bills. And somewhere between second and third year of being a student I figured out I was gay, nearly forgot about that, and here it is an essential part of the story! Forgive me for being such a mess, but my head hasn't been clear for a while. I will try not to jump too much in my story, but no promises.
So back to business, I figured I was gay when I was 21, not like I told anyone, but in the confines of my room I started beating the monkey over gay porn online. It was a big change for me, but I don't think anyone noticed or would have cared regardless, I was hardly what you would call popular. It took me another year or so till I was brave enough to act on my urges, and let's be fair you probably want to know what happened, how it was, if it changed me, if I fell in love. But I don't feel like telling. I am writing this to explain to you how I ended up where I am now, not to write smut. Not like I won't include any, otherwise you might get bored before this story ends and fall asleep. But this isn't the right time or place for it. I can only tell you this much: It was a one-night-stand, I was drunk, he was drunk, it hurt, I cried, I came, he came, we never saw each other again. Nice and short, just like those conclusions you learn to write in university.
And that was that. I admit to the fact of having more one-night-stands after that occurrence and the one or other relationship over the years, but this story will only tell you about my most recent one and how it ended.
Oh! By the way, I am 34 years old and my name is Matthew Jenkins. Nice to meet you.