Confession










It was when Andrew asked me to take off my shirt and I complied that I managed to somehow break him. He began acting all weird and wouldn't look at me, stuttering and trembling like a nervous kid. The dominant and confident guy was suddenly gone and had been replaced with a mumbling mess. It was time for me to come clean.

"It's alright," I told him repeatedly. When I explained who I was, he finally seemed to regain some calm. "...Lucas Tavares? Of course I remember you. But you were just the scrawny Brazilian kid back then," he said as he was finally able to look at me.

"Are you really serious about the bet?" He asked with a gulp, knowing what deep dark desires he had confessed to me. When I nodded, his eyes beamed with excitement as he looked deviously on my body. I got the feeling I was in for it now.