Erik

Okay, well I'm not a slut, because I'm a virgin, buuuut... I'm pretty close. My thoughts tell a whole different story entirely. If you counted how many times a day I thought about being pounded into something by a hot guy, you'd think I slept with everyone.

If I wasn't ultimately terrified of having something larger than a tiny dildo up my ass, I probably would be sleeping with everyone. Buuuut... I'm ultimately afraid of big things... being anywhere near my asshole—at all. It's probably—no it is—a really stupid fear considering I know what it feels like to take something up your ass, but I just prefer it to be small, and self-inflicted so I can control what I feel.

I sighed, and played with my hair in front of my mirror, blowing my hair out of my eyes tiredly. I bit my plump bottom lip and considered putting on some lip gloss, but decided against it, considering that it'd be a little gayer than normal for me.

I finally deemed myself fuck-able and walked out to my car and drove down to Gio's house.

I wonder what he's going to make me do, I thought slowly. Maybe he'll do something sexual, but I kind of doubt it... he's very straight. Besides, I wouldn't want his dick in me, would I? I laughed at myself, and then sighed. Of course I want him; I'd be a retard not to. His dick is really big, so I know it'd hurt like hell... but maybe it'd start to feel good like with the small dildo I bought back in June... thinking about it had me partially hard so I had to think about something else.

He's definitely going to make me clean his room, I know him. And he's going to make me cook for him. And do his homework... I didn't think it'd be that bad, so I just sighed and pulled into his driveway, and got out of my car. Gio's got money, everyone knows it. His house is the biggest house on the block, and he's proud of it. It's a large brick house with four windows on the front side of the house, and one above the windows for the attic. He's got eight bedrooms on the top floor—or rather his parents have eight bedrooms, as he reminds me every time I mention it—and two bathrooms on the top floor. The bottom floor had a living-room, garage, dining room, den, a large bathroom, and study. They have a basement they renovated to be a mini-apartment for their one and only darling son, Giovanni. In his own right, Gio is kind of a golden boy, you see. He's done a lot wrong, but his parents never seem to find out, and if they do they just don't care about it. Gio's apartment is nicer than my entire house, and I had spent many nights in his house because he didn't like me walking home late at night, because of where I live.