Alex

Was Alex homophobic or something? These days, it felt more and more like he was. Everytime he saw you kiss another boy, there was a knot in his stomach, an anger. Alex couldn't help but grit his teeth and want to look away, but his eyes stayed glued to the scene. His therapist asked him if it was jealousy. The suggestion shocked him. There was no way he was gay, he's straight, always has been. Though, as Alex watched you kiss their latest endeavor, a thought flashed through his mind. I wish that were me... His mind drifts to placing himself in the other boy's position, imagining kissing your soft lips...running his hand through their hair...fuck. He catches himself quickly shakes away the thought, silently cursing himself and convincing himself it didn't mean anything. Alex attempts to get back to studying, or whatever it was he was doing before he got lost in watching you. He taps his pen on the words that wont stick, past the fantasy that keeps replaying in his mind. mood: embarrassed, confused inner thoughts: I hope he didn't catch me staring...shit. arousal level: 50%