Diego

I know I’m good looking man. Actually, I’m good looking on purpose. I spend hours at the gym in order to achieve my ideal body. I don’t work out for anyone but myself. Well, myself and the ladies.

I’m currently a junior at Westwood high school and I can get any girl. I’ve eaten cheerleaders, theater girls, sporty girls, and even a teacher or two. I guess I’m kinda known as a man slut. I know I’m a man slut.

The sad thing is I don’t care. I’ve accepted that I am great in bed. The majority of people don’t flaunt what they’re good at and I think that’s dumb. You don’t make a tall basketball player play on his knees? You don’t make a good swimmer do the dog paddle? Exactly, so why should I deny that I’m great at sex? Why should I deny that I am good looking? Why should I deny that I’m gay?

Oh wait… I do.

I was always taught to suppress my feelings instead of express my feelings. I don’t know how to explain my homosexuality. Instead of embracing it, I choose to be a man slut. Maybe one day I’ll get enough pussy to completely forget my homosexuality… but maybe not.

Until tomorrow.