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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I’m here hungover on a Saturday with no energy to move. So thought I’d share another true story. I’ve changed the names for privacy.
I grew up in a working class town somewhere in the midlands. My street was your typical rowdy street, it was nice leafy and green, but a bit rough too - with kids and teenagers everywhere running around and causing chaos.
My friend Steve lived two doors down, he was just a regular lad and growing up we’d do the usual lads stuff - skate, fight, pull girls, sneak alcohol to the park. All of that stuff. Steve lived with his parents Caroline and Phil.
Most weekends I’d go over to Steve’s house and see what he was up to. His parents were quite strict so most of the time I’d have to wait outside or in the garden while he got ready. His mum was always really friendly, and quite boring and mumsy, but his dad was a mystery. I’d only seen him occasionally and he was always in a bad mood. He didn’t really talk or interact with anyone. He seemed to prefer spending his time fixing motorbikes instead of talking to people.
So time goes by, we’re both around 16 now and our friendship is fading out. We are starting to hang around less and less.
One summers day it was really hot and I went to Steve’s house to catch up on things. I knocked, and surprisingly his dad answered the door... with no shirt on. Phil was stood there - 6ft, Shaved head, muscular, with a tattoo on his right arm, his biceps were huge and his chest was massive, and he was covered in sweat. He had dirty oily jeans on with rips. He didn’t react when he opened the door he just shouted for Steve and walked off.
As he walked away, the first time ever I realised “whoa this guy is a real man” and I suddenly came to the conclusion that I was very much attracted to him (it was also the first time I realised a man could be attractive).
From that point on I’d occasionally catch glimpses of him out of my window as he walked to the shop. It was a hot summer so Phil was always wearing tshirts that showed off his biceps, or sometimes no shirt at all. He walked like he was in a bad mood all the time. Sometimes id see him in the street and he wouldn’t say anything and just keep walking. But strangely his moodiness just made him seem more attractive and I developed my first man-crush.
So, now I’ve set the scene it’s time to fast forward to when I was 18 and things got interesting...
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