My first boy crush. Handsome, slightly rugged, stylish and sexy. The kind of sexiness I could feel vibrating off his face and body.
I wanted to be him, in so many ways. In appearance he was a dream, with the face of an angel god. Slightly short and built like a young man should be, without any of that glistening six pack crap.
We connected on stage mostly, where chemistry played itself out without any hesitation.
I couldn't be near him for long without having to sit down or go and hide, to obscure my obvious erections for the boy.
He knew I wanted to know him. I knew he knew. If only I had pursued that fantasy boy.
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