Nat,
So I woke up today with a fucking hard-on after a hot dream. It wouldn't go away. Had to take care of it in the shower.
Ended up thinking of you-know-who...who was the star of my dream. Ugh. It went away, but, I mean...all day, couldn't get him out of my mind. You don't even know, man. I could go on, but I'd rather you not fap to this.
So I came up with a brilliant plan - lure Edd over with the book he lent me. It was good btw. Really fucking good. But yeah, he took the bait.
Got him to follow me up to my room to give him the book, and...he figured out I'd had the book with me all day anyways. Yeah, I felt fucking retarded. Can't pull the wool over his eyes if I tried. No, no gifts, Nat.
He told me how I could say anything to him, and that I coulda just, you know, invited him over. So I was like, honest to him. And asked him some stuff.
Guess he's definitely gay. And he, like, slipped, I think. Said it'd been, like, coming up in his mind recently, so I asked him what that meant, and he didn't respond. Double D always responds. I kinda felt like a God for figuring that one out.
Told him he was cute, so he told me I was 'palatable' to the eyes...glad I know you, else I'd wonder wtf that meant. You and your weird-ass fancy food. Still. Gave me some confidence...and damn, I think I know what kinda guy I like. He looked so fucking cute, I couldn't resist wrapping an arm around him.
Guess I went too far when my fingers kinda...had a mind of their own, you know? He got all flustered and ran out the door.
'Least he seemed to like it, so...not all that bad.
So yeah. Maybe it's not all that hopeless after all.
And dude...if you can give me some advice on how to make a move on smart, shy guys, dish it out. I don't want to fuck this up.
Thanks.
Kev