homobrit, loving males' bushy bits and butts
nsfw, 18+/21+ only
He looks like a guy I went to school with who was teased mercilessly by the other boys (and quite a few of the girls). Everyday they would make him cry, every day they would find a way to inflict cruelty on him. It must have been insufferable for him.
All the macho boys would call him “spaz”, for spastic, and all the tough girls would call him “dog face”, call him ugly. It wasn’t till after I left school that I saw him coming down as I was walking up the stairs of a local porn shop. It was then I realised he wasn’t ugly at all, that he was good-looking in that dirty-blonde, boy next door way. He saw me and glared: even though I never teased him or bullied him, I must have reminded him of school, I must have reminded him of those endless years of agony. Also, I must have reminded him of all the cowards, like myself, who never stood up for him.
He brushed past me, glaring, and my spine froze, like it could snap in two. I thought, he could kill us, rape us and annihilate us, do it to us and do it to our children, and it should all be forgiven. For what we put him through it should be forgiven.