nerd guy who’s never felt the touch of a woman. nerd guy who insists it’s not gay because i look like a girl— it’s not his fault he wants to fuck me, i have long hair and pretty eyes and i’m the only person to talk to him. nerd guy with greasy hair and chewed nails and dorky glasses and braces and acne who jumps whenever i talk to him because he’s not used to anyone looking his way. nerd guy who doesn’t know how easy i am— with my baggy clothes and messy hair and only a couple more friends than him i don’t really come off as the experienced type, i’m definitely not any kind of seducer or anything like that. nerd guy who squeaks whenever i touch him, trying to convince himself my hands were on his hips to move him out the way and not because i’m testing how far i can go before he snaps. nerd guy who freaks out after jacking off to me— mental images of an exposed collarbone and binder strap when i lean iver and my baggy shirt shifts, of that trail of hair when i stretch and my hoodie rides up a bit— nerd guy who convinces himself that it’s not gay because i look like a girl, but we both know he’s full of shit. nerd guy who repeats that nonsense like a prayer when i finally touch him, whining that he’s not gay while my hands are down his boxers. nerd guy who cums in like two minutes because he’s never had pussy before. nerd guy who gets off when i bite him and leave bruises on his neck and tell him he’s totally gay, it doesn’t matter what’s in my pants, if he’s freaking out like this he’s definitely a faggot, no matter how he denies it.