Description
Blake has always known at a young age that he was "Different" but he didn't know exactly how he was different. He played like the other boys, he ate like the other boys, and he liked what the other boys liked too. So why does he feel this way? Why must he be 'different'? Why can't he be normal like other boys? One day Blake will soon find out what makes him so different and it will change his life forever. This story is for mature readers, a lot of explicit moments! Here's a little sneak peak ;p "How do you want to do this?" The question shoots out of my mouth without any warning. I almost retract what I said but he cuts me off. "I'm fine with whatever but with the way you're looking at me-" He stands up from his spot, letting the robe come off his muscular lean body. I study it quickly and heavily. Biting my lip when I see his erect p***s swinging up and down. "-It looks like you want to do the f***ing." I return his gaze, forgetting everything that I was thinking beforehand. Forgetting about the fact that he's my roommate's brother. Forgetting about what will happened after we do this. I just let those eyes elope me in this fake fantasy. "Let's go to the bed."
What happens in the past, stays in the past.
