Hi, all main characters in this story are work of fiction and above 18 years old. This story is a slowburn at the beginning but the pacing in terms of sex does pick up at around Chapter 4. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading this story as I had when writing it.
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Chapter 1: The Strange Humanoid
In a darkened room I tap my fingers against the warm glass of my phone, doom-scrolling through an endless sea of pictures on Twitter and Reddit, pictures of hot men. I've been looking at these men for hours, most of them have well-defined pecs, washboard abs, bulging arms, and a firm ass.
Mmm...I imagine what it must feel like to wrap my hand around those arms, will my hands even be able to wrap around them? I wonder how those pecs feel, firm or squishy when I press against them? I fantasize about how it must feel to run my fingers through those abs, feeling the bumps and cracks of those muscles.
Some of those men are in gym gear, sweaty and musky, ahhh, I wonder how they smell, perhaps a mixture of the scent of cologne and sweat? Some of those men look like they just came out of the showers, water droplets clearly visible on their fair and flawless skins. I'm amazed at how such photos are even able to be taken, I guess props to the photographer and Photoshoppers.
I know better than to believe what you see on the internet, most of these male models are super dehydrated when these photos were taken to make them look like Greek gods. Some of those photos are photoshopped to enhance and exaggerate their already incredible physiques. And if not all of them are taking some sort of steroids to make their bodies look like absolute stallions. At least that's what I try to tell myself to believe anyways.
A sudden mixture of extreme envy and sadness hit me like a wave, crashing on the shore of my heart. I feel this intense pain, emotional pain in the middle of my chest, like a black hole threatening to devour me whole. I feel like am choking, gasping for air. I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to get a glass of water and my depression pills.
After a few seconds of recovery, I turn on the lights, the familiar reflection of myself in the mirror was the first thing I see. I took a close look at myself. My kinda wavy brown hair was messy, my brown eyes were red and watery from the tears I had just involuntarily shed. My face although youthful, was not the prettiest face on Earth. But next came the part I despise the most.
