Someone Like You

Just call me handsome, clean, expensive, rich, a perceived bad boy, hot on the market of eligible bachelor's. Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, and all the other expensive shit rich people pay for loads of money to have to waste on sorts of brand names - yes, I'll admit I have them all as well. Mother says we must always maintain a distinct look, and that means spending money uselessly. There are other things I'd rather spend such money on, but I will never get into such matters with her.  All I really want to do is be free and live my life the way I want each day in this life while only figuring out what I need to wear each day.  Today's fit is a lounge look. So I will go with Dior Men and have chosen for the day a black cashmere polo sweater, size medium, a pair of dark straight leg vintage jeans size thirty-four. I don't like my jeans tight. The final touches are my Dior B28 high-top sneakers topped off with Dior BOIS D'ARGENT cologne. I have chosen to wear my cheape

DonovanI am used to being alone. Being around Aiden for this long is making me a bit uneasy, so I ask him to look around the place and become familiar on his own. Tell him I have some things I need to take care of. Aiden asks no questions, nods in understanding, and proceeds down the long staircase. I go back to my bedroom and turn on my music. I blast the Radio Playlist on Spotify entitled "Can You Feel My Heart." The first song to play is Bring Me The Horizon, and I run my hands through my hair and do precisely what Aiden asked. I mess my hair up. My door is locked, so I know I have privacy. I imagine him here with me. I lift my cashmere sweater over my head, sleeves still on my arms. Slowly run my hand down my abs, picturing Aiden. While "can you feel the high" plays. I unbutton my pants. One hand behind my head, eyes closed. I put my right hand down my pants to feel my rock-hardness, and I cannot remember a time I felt this way.I stroke it downward, picturing Aiden

Donovan When I finish playing, I open my eyes, and my hair is a mess. Then I remember Aiden is in the room and sit up straight fix my clothes and brush my hair back with my hands and clear my throat. I ask with a clear and stern voice how that was to the instructor avoiding eye contact with Aiden. The instructor responds that today was a special treat for everyone and that he wished I would play more pieces like this one. I nod my head slightly and stand up and thank him for today's lesson, and tell him I will see him later. I look over to see Aiden is sitting on the floor just staring at me. I announce to the room that I am feeling tired and will take the rest of the day off from my schedule and head off to my room. Aiden quickly gets up and jogs towards me, and asks if he can escort me. It is his please at the end of his request that makes me agree, and as we walk next to each other, there is silence, but there is a strong feeling. It is intense. It is as though he is

Donovan Do you ever wake up in the mornings, lay on your back, open your eyes, blink a few times, and realize that "yes," "yes," this is reality, and you're a part of it? Your dreams are not real. Oh, what goals I have, and oh how I wish they were my reality. Such plans I have I wish I could tell them to into my reality. Flying cars, animals that could speak, a cruelty-free world, one where all people learn from their pain and everyone finds true love in their perfect image. A perfect match in every way.  Image meeting that one person as weird as you, who is into all the odd things you do, the sad, the mundane, the insane, the moronic. A person who you can lay in bed with all day with and do absolutely nothing with, never growing tired of them, saying the words, I hate you with a big smile on your face, telling them to go away while hugging them and laughing. Secretly watching them cry during a cute romance movie, being able to announce to them how beautiful it is that

Donovan I've had it. I don't want Aiden here. I am a grown man, and I won't tolerate such disrespect. When I match up to his door and knock politely, he dismisses me again, and I can feel my face start to burn. He is an asshole, I tell myself. An arrogant, selfish asshole, and so I whack the door even harder. After all, it is my damn door. When he tells me to piss off, I decide I'll do the opposite, and I use my set of master house keys, and I open the door. There is instant regret upon opening the door, and my face goes from red to white very quickly. I could feel the cluster of heat depart as soon as the shock wave came. Aiden is standing naked with just a bedsheet covering his groin. You can tell it's all he could grab and cover in such a short time. He holds it directly over his penis, which is still very much erect, and after having noticed it, I am blushing. In the heat of the moment, with everything going on, I said some things I didn't mean. I was furious, but now re