"Many are called and few are chosen," I said to both of them as I stormed out in anger, kicking the chairs and tables away, leaving for home with my reasoning changing about been gay.         Soon I had reached home.         I saw Mark Monroe.         My childhood best friend.         He's a powerful nerd in school and everyone knows His for being brilliant.         I looked at Him and He knew something was wrong with me as I tried to pretend, but my heart was hurting so much so I ran upstairs into my room without even greeting my old nanny.         Mark followed me from behind.       <

I had the cute dope looks, the perfect abs, light chocolate skin, a pumped-up chest and most importantly, I think I'm blessed below because it is huge and long as well, I knew I was gay but how did that make it impossible to find love?    

Last Updated : 2020-11-28