A Confidence Boost

Thomas stared forlornly out of his dorm window, barely able to comprehend what he was watching. Just outside his window was the girl he had lusted over for so many weeks, Thomas had put in the time, built a friendship and was working up the courage to finally ask her out but it looks like it was all for nothing. As Thomas stared at the beautiful woman he had hoped to make his girlfriend, anger bubbled up inside him. There she was parading outside where he lived kissing some dumb, ape like jock. Thomas couldn’t understand it; he was a nice, intelligent guy why would she pick that dumb, smelly muscular brute over him? Thomas clenched his fists, this always happened to him the girls always went for the idiot jocks not the smart, kind guys.

The Closing Argument

Terrence fiddled around with his papers; he had been taken by surprise as the criminal he was prosecuting had barged into his office. The guy; Snake Graves was guilty and Terrence’s client was adamant about sending him to jail and was paying Terrence a handsome fee to make sure he went down.  The young punk had been arrested numerous times for a variety of minor offences, but this time it just happened that he stole the wallet of a very important businessman who was pushing for the harshest of sentences. Snake was now in front of Terrence but he wasn’t angry or remorseful in fact it seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world even though after tomorrow he could be spending ten years in prison. Snake would be in his late thirties when he finally would be free, his youth wasted in a cell yet he stood with a cocky arrogance in front of Terrence, waiting for the lawyer to speak. Terrence had only known the man for a few days but he already had a deep loathing for him. The thug was dressed inappropriately, had tattoos and piercings and didn’t seem to care about anything, not even himself. Terrence hated people who had all the ridiculous ink and metal across their body, it was as if they had to be the centre of attention, they had to be different and they couldn’t just fit into society. It was probably the reason why Terrence had become so interested in law, the order and structure was something Terrence enjoyed enforcing and why he hated people like the man in front of him. Snake had made his way in life by mooching off others mostly through crime or manipulation, unlike Terrence who had worked hard to be successful. Snake was everything Terrence despised and staring at the punk now Terrence was glad that a waste of space like him would be locked away. Terrence shuffled his papers again trying to hide his brutal, destructive and hateful closing argument that was sure to extinguish any hope left that this thug should be allowed to go free.

The Perfect Fit

Hugo tensed up, held his breath and mindlessly flicked through the pages of the magazine not even caring to look up at the guy stomping around his apartment, a pathetic attempt to look busy as he waited for his front door to slam shut. Once Hugo heard the loud bang he finally relaxed and let out a long exhale, before getting up from the bed and peeking out his bedroom window as the guy he was seeing marched down the street. Winston was his name and up until very recently Hugo had thought he could have been the one, the guy he would spend the rest of his life with, but after what Hugo had just seen the relationship was never going to happen.

See You On The Flipside: Cash Master

Warren hadn’t set out to become what he was now, in fact he was only posting pictures of himself on social media and everything kind of snowballed from there. Warren worked hard on his appearance, he exercised relentlessly to get his toned, muscle bound physique, he styled his hair perfectly, had a beauty regime that would make most girls jealous and he made sure he was always dressed in the most fashionable clothing. Naturally, the attractive twenty year old wanted to flaunt his good looks and style and so had started posting photos and videos of himself online. Warren was used to getting a lot of attention from women in real life but he was both shocked and disgusted at how much attention he got from men online. At first his messages and inbox’s were full of men complimenting his body and praising his physique, however the tone of the messages soon changed. Men would message him begging him to let them worship his muscles, asking him to send them his dirty underwear and pleading him to show his bare ass from them. Warren unsurprisingly ignored all the requests, he wasn’t gay and he certainly wasn’t some plaything parading around for the amusement of some fags on the internet, however once the men online stated how much they were willing to pay Warren had a change of heart. Wearing fashionable clothes and maintaining his body wasn’t cheap and the sums of money being offered to him were all too tempting for the arrogant, greedy jock.

Fitting In

Kieran always knew he didn’t fit in where he had grown up, he had been brought up a middle child, in a crappy little flat filled with way too many brothers and only their dad to control them, he had been dressed in cheap knock offs and fakes, what’s more had only been fed the cheapest and unhealthiest food. As Kieran grew up he knew he was destined for better things, unlike his seven brothers he tried hard in school and instead of going down the pub to get pissed he did his homework. Instead of playing football down the field he played rugby and joined the school’s tennis team. Instead of robbing houses and drinking beer in the park Kieran had attended after school clubs and studied. Kieran worked hard to get away from the life that his brothers and cousins were doomed to repeat, the life of lower-class scallies only good for manual labour and getting drunk at the pub. Kieran knew he was better than that, so the first chance he got he left the family home, no goodbyes just a note and started his new life in the city. It had been hard but Kieran had found his feet and now at twenty seven he could say he had done it, Kieran had escaped his shithole home town, distanced himself from his lower class, crime ridden family and become a successful banker in the city.

Inferior Superior

Connor had a great time at university; he had got drunk and partied nearly every night and spent his days working out in the campus gym. Although now that he had graduated, Connor regretted not trying harder at his studies because employers don’t hire those who barely scraped a pass. The only job Connor had managed to get was at a local office doing data entry, sure it wasn’t exciting but Connor needed a job and the money. At first Connor didn’t mind his new occupation, he was young and good looking and all the women fussed over him, they would give him easier jobs, bake him treats and bombard him with compliments. They made his job so much easier for him that he didn’t see the point in bursting their bubbles and telling them he was gay. However while the women at his work made his life easier the same couldn’t be said for the men. Having a hot, young, muscular stud of a man move into the building and receive all the attention from the women certainly put them on guard. To Connor it was obvious that they were all jealous of him, while they were older, out of shape and stuck in committed relationships he was the complete opposite, a young, hot, single guy. Most of the men barely talked to him and when they did it was to drop off work to his cubicle, Connor couldn’t believe how petty and jealous the grown men in the office were and worst of all his boss seemed the most envious of all.

Smart Thinking

Cliff let out a long sigh as he stared at the view from his boyfriend’s apartment, well his soon to be ex-boyfriend’s apartment. Cliff turned and stared at the naked, sleeping body in front of him, Max had been perfect in nearly every way, he was kind, thoughtful, protective, funny and was always up for a party, however even with all those amazing qualities Cliff had to break up with him. The problem with Max was that he wasn’t the brightest; he wasn’t dumb really, just impulsive which often led him to make bad decisions. Decisions like adopting a cage of mice, drinking eight bottles of beer upside down, buying candy and soda instead of actual groceries or spending money on extravagant items that they didn’t need or want. Cliff had put up with all those things, but after yesterday he finally had enough. Max had kindly invested all of their savings into a virtual currency and had quickly lost it all. Max had lost five grand in a matter of minutes; but instead of arguing with him, Cliff removed his clothes and led his reckless boyfriend to the bedroom.