Chris

Touch me again and I'll have your legs broken..and I have the $400 to get it done. I've been an incredibly selfish boy. But one day I said to myself, "Peacock. " Oh yeah, I do call myself Peacock. I said, "Peacock, you are beautiful, you are smart and where ever you go people seem to fall in love with you. Learn to show more love to your fellow humans." Now isn't that exciting? Madonna kinda gets on my nerves. I don't know why but I actually think Paris Hilton and I would be totally best friends if we knew one another. When I was a kid I used to get porno rags from some of the guys in my neighborhood so I could beat off in the woods with Club magazine. One night I wanted to return one of the magazines to my neighbor so I went to his bedroom window instead of knocking on the front door. I was too embarrassed and afraid his mom would see me with the magazine. My Dad was her minister! As I got to my friends window I saw that he was on his bed playing video games. Because it was dark outside I guess he couldn't tell that it was me at the window so when he looked up after hearing a knock at his window he must have thought it was someone trying to break into his bedroom. He started screaming and backing out of his room screaming, "Leave me alone. Don't come in here!! Momma! Momma! Get the gun!! Somebody's at my window!" I freaked out and said, "It's just me! I have your magazine!!" He was too out of his mind to understand anything I said so I ran back to my house as fast as my little legs could carry me. I just kept his Club magazine to jerk it to until I was too sick of it to cum anymore. I buried it in my backyard. My voice is really pretty. It's sexy and although I don't lisp it's still a noticeably gay voice. It's made me money though and I think it's going to make me more. I never thought I was beautiful growing up. No one ever acknowledged me so I was pretty sure that I was ugly. I was skinny, walked funny and had to wear glasses. I was also a band geek. I had friends but felt alone 99% of the time. Then I spent a year in Germany and living there changed me for the rest of my life. Europeans called me beautiful. Guys and girls at school invited me to parites, wanted me around. How?? I was so confused by the attention. But I loved it. When I returned home, back to the small town that I had run away from, I was different, much different and I went back into my shell. I wasn't as timid as I had been but timid, nonetheless. After graduating high school I went off to college and, naturally, felt that sense of freedom. I went to a fag bar for the first time and loved it. Everyone around me were just like me. It was a feeling almost as intense and beautiful as meeting a boy for the first time and getting a kiss from him. College was not as important to me then. I was a happy homo on the prowl for men and they were on the prowl for me. I noticed a guy looking at me one day as I fixed myself a big salad in the cafeteria. He was beautiful but I paid very little attention to him. I saw him staring at me every once in a while as I walked to classes or to the library over the next few months. One day while in the mall I saw this guy. I didn't say anything but he said to me, "I see you on campus all the time." "Yes, I know, " I said. "I really like your face. I think you should be a model." At one time in my life I thought for sure that I was on the verge of committing suicide. I thought I knew what pain and suffering was then. I had no clue. Not the slightest idea. I've slept with more "straight" guys than gay. I think God is punishing me for some reason. I will never ever have a boyfriend.