You lose

"I'll see you at nine, okay?" Gio said, and I nodded frowning. How had I lost this bet? It was totally not even fair! I needed that one hundred dollars. Gio decided that I would spend the week with him, all night and day starting tonight, since we didn't have school for the week. I don't know how we suddenly won goddamn football game, but fuck everything.

I sighed and got ready to go, knowing that if I didn't show up a little early he'd worry. Gio is funny about me; he's always been funny about me. Gio looks at me as little shy Erik, good enough for me. I mean I am little, barely one hundred and twenty pounds, and a startlingly short five foot four. My hair is longer and blonde, and my face is slim, totally that of a girl. I've got pretty blue eyes, and 'sexy' lips according to a couple of people I hang around with.

I'm one hundred percent gay, but no one fucks with me about it. Probably because they are scared of Gio, honestly, but I'm happy with not getting my ass pounded into a pulp of blood and guts, so I'll go with it.

Gio is tall, around six foot three or four, with two hundred and ten pounds of straight muscles. He has dark, medium length hair, and bright brown eyes, deep enough to make you drown. His cheekbones are sharp, and his skin is cocoa coloured, and beautiful. He is the exact opposite of me, in every way.

To say I'd never thought about Gio in a sexual way would be a lie, because he's basically the star of all of my wet dreams. I keep it hidden well, though. I don't check his dick out in the locker-room or stare at his ass when he's standing in front of me. I may be a little guy, with an innocent look, but I'm certainly not innocent at all.

In all honesty, I'm a dirty little slut.