Josh makentire high schooler

Josh wasn't a very large man; in fact, he was a bit on the short side. He had brown eyes and brown hair to go with it. He was also very shy; he had come from a family of big men who were very athletic and loud. Essentially, he was the shy kid born into a family of jocks.

There was a time that wasn't unheard of; in fact, for a generation, men had been trained to be shy and soft-spoken, but those days were over a hundred years ago. Now men were naturally loud and confrontational, as this was an era where white men like himself had anything they wanted if they merely reached out for it. There were no true obstacles; there were only opportunities for men like Josh.

Which made Josh's existence something of a paradox that people weren't entirely sure how to deal with. As he seemed to be born to perfectly fit a generation that was long dead and gone. Which made Josh's shyness worse, as knowing that he was seemingly out of date the moment he was born wasn't something anyone wanted to hear.

Now in all fairness, not all white men popped out of the womb with ambition and an urge to conquer the world again. Though the problem with this is that those born naturally without a lot of confidence would gain it soon enough. As already stated, this was an age that belonged to the white man, so any white man having a confidence issue simply needed to grab a POC woman and have some fun with them, and then their confidence would usually skyrocket accordingly.

That didn't seem to work for Josh, as he never had enough confidence to take control. So now badly POC women were thrown at him; he never took control. He just lay there, usually as whatever POC woman that had been picked to try and boost his confidence pleased him as best she could. Which usually wasn't easy, as his crippling shyness made it hard for him to keep a boner or for these OOC women to find out what he was really into to get him going.

Luckily for Josh, though he seemed to be born in the wrong era, this one was not cruel to him. His family was supportive no matter how badly he failed to improve his confidence. His brothers and parents were always there with a word of quiet encouragement for him and always trying to make sure he felt included and loved despite how out of place he felt.

His school was the same. Now in the old times a shy kid like him would have probably been seen as easy meat and bullied accordingly. Though again, to Josh's luck, he was spared this, as for one, there were always more than enough POWs who were girls and boys for them to ****. Honestly, as Josh had seen on more than one occasion, it seemed there were more people to **** than the abusers knew what to deal with.

Church was another sort of support for him. As unlikely in other times when those of his race and gender would be kicked down and simply told to do better by those they sought to lead them in their darkest hour. Now he had to almost physically stop them from helping him at his church. As it saw him to have divine rights over the world and other races. So on more than one occasion he had gone in to talk about his shyness only to find himself covered in lipstick from the different priestesses and every pocket he had filled with gifts.

All of this positive support from his family, community, and church made him feel awful. As it seemed the entire world was not only cheering him on but also begging him to take it by the pigtails. The fact he couldn't seem to do it just filled him with guilt, which made his shyness a hundred times worse. Though he made sure to never voice this, as it just seemed like a slap in the face after all the kindness and support he had received.

So there Josh was in a world seemingly tailor-made for him to succeed. While also seemingly custom-built to survive in an age that would have hated his very existence. So this is the tale of how such a man lives in this white-order world and how he fits into it all.