Now I know he only pretended to believe me. I tried writing some stories but made the mistake of turning one in to my English teacher. Was I shocked when he gave it an A and wanted me to read it to the class; I feigned an attack of explosive diarrhea, not that I had to fake it very hard! And then I just started looking on the Internet, staying up way after my parents went to bed, and narrowly missed getting caught several times. Once my sister did catch me but only copied down the website, winked at me, and left. After that, I discovered the joys of real gay porn.
I’d always liked a certain type of man, but it doesn’t matter now what that was because I had found Steven. It seemed to me he was the type of man I’d always wanted. Yes, I liked his body, but I loved him. I’d say the whole package, but you might get a wrong or, at least, limited, idea.