Fear

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I fell in love with a person, a man, who is my roommate.

This cognition subverted my worldview.

In the past 19 years, I know that I can regard men as friends, brothers, rivals and enemies, but it is absolutely impossible to treat men as objects of sexual desire.

I tried my best to deny and suppress it, but it only made this impulse more violent and more helpless.

This impulse began to emerge at the beginning of the sophomore year. We had only parted for more than a month during the summer vacation, but he made my eyes shine when we saw each other again.

Maybe it's because his skin has become whiter, maybe it's because his facial features have become more three-dimensional, maybe it's because the hairstyle he made that day was just right, maybe it's because he wore a unique style that day.

In short, I have a new understanding of this brother who has been together for more than a year: he is getting more and more handsome.

At that time, I didn't care about it. I thought it was just the most normal appreciation for the same sex, or envy. Who doesn't want to be more dazzling?

At the beginning of the new semester, the campus is full of passion and vitality. Everyone has set their own flags, and then slowly put them down.

During the period of warmly welcoming the new students, I found that he had changed.Mingming viciously warned me not to pinch his ass again when we parted, but this semester he didn't care much, and even pinched my ass back in retaliation.

Probably our relationship has been sublimated to another level, which makes me very happy.He is a great friend and worth keeping with him for life.

Until later, our way of getting along seemed to deviate more and more from the normal course, and my impulse became more and more difficult to conceal day by day.

He very strangely proposed to sleep with me at night, I was so shocked, I resisted subconsciously, and refused on the grounds that his sleeping position was too bad.He didn't give up, and continued to beg me, with a hint of coquettishness in his words, which made me feel numb all over.

In my eyes, what he said and did was not begging me, but torturing me.He didn't know that he was the protagonist of my sex dream last night and made me toss and turn all night.

I was like a man who had committed a crime and then avoided him all day in embarrassment.

That dream also gave me a rare emotion of fear in my life.

I fell asleep very quickly and never experienced the feeling of insomnia. That night I rolled for half an hour before falling asleep, but I was awakened by his sudden visit soon, and his joking smile scared me.

The narrowness of the bed allowed me to turn my back to him naturally, but my heart was still beating violently uncontrollably.

I tried my best to move in, but the slight friction had already made my penis start to arouse, and it was out of control.

The charming and lingering dream in that night captured my mind again, and the protagonist was lying beside me at this moment, and the sound of rhythmic breathing gradually sounded.

The air conditioner was turned on in the dormitory, and I only had a thin quilt over my crotch, so my breathing was not hindered, but I just felt hot and dry, as if I had been stuffed in the quilt for a long time, and I was about to be out of breath.

I was able to continue my life after I confirmed that the people around me were asleep.I turned around cautiously, his face was only a palm's width away from mine.

I stared at him, calmed down slowly, and there was always a warm wetland in my heart that he bestowed on me.I began to wonder when did he become handsome? Was the eyelashes so long in the first place?Mouth, eyebrows, nose...why do they all look more pleasing to the eye?And the butt that I love to pinch from the start...

Thinking of it, I stretched out my hand uncontrollably, but with only a slight touch, I retracted it like an electric shock. This was the first time I felt offended and ashamed about pinching his ass.

I have to admit, I really like him.

Somewhat resigned to my fate, I began to think about the probability that he likes me.

We can be called close, otherwise he wouldn't be sleeping in my bed now, but our relationship is so pure.Does he like girls?Always urging me to find a girlfriend, why don't I act?

Does he like boys?Impossible, I didn't feel it at all, he was always worried about being misunderstood as gay, probably very repulsive.

Then will he fall in love with me like me, even though he doesn't like boys but still likes him?

I'm afraid I don't have the same charisma as he does.

Irritability, when did I become so sentimental?

Love really makes people hypocritical.

How should I get along with the good brother I like?The eternal problem, I hate it!