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[disclaimer] i am not matt, but wish i was

the person in the picture is who i think matt would look like, but he isn't matt

Matt, a student at the university-having a full ride scholarship on the basketball team. He's "straight" (questioning) but single. He works out at the gym 4 times a week. He's very looking. When he was younger he was a model for nike-now, he's just a student. (Side note: He has a bubble butt)

"Dear diary,
I've been working on this friendship with Michael for a while now. He's a little bit quirky and weird, but he is a genuinely really cool guy -not even to mention he is really good at video games. When I first saw him, which was the first week of school, he was bullied by some guys on the basketball team. I hate it when those god dam idiots pick on guys like Michael. I stood up for him, and they backed down. When I looked at him after defending him..he avoided eye contact, and blushed a bit. I shook his hand and told him thats its okay and they won't bully him anymore. 'Thanks.. sir' was his only reply. Two days later, I was sitting alone at a desk for two while finishing up an essay that was due today. Michael was looking for a seat, and I motioned to him, and offered if he wanted to sit by me. He blushed a little and nodded. I didn't know if that was gay, or if he was just happy that I was being nice to him. He glanced at my screen, and looked down.. he glanced again, and looked down. 'Haha something the matter?' I said. 'Ah..um.. i-it's just that-' he said with a stutter, 'you mispelled a few words..' He pointed, and laughed a little. 'Oh really? Haha. This work is really going hard on me and I don't understand any of it.' I said. 'I can help you if you want' Michael said with a smile. I smiled and agreed. When it was time to turn in, because he helped me I got a much higher grade than I expected..but HE GOT AN A+. 'Dude your so smart' I blurted out with bewilderment. 'Ahh, nah..it just comes easy to me.' He said with a slight smile, 'If you aren't busy tonight, I'd love to help you.' I was excited, maybe some of his smartness would rub off on me. I agreed. Later that night, after we studied, we were playing video games. I was surprised at how good he actually was at them! I couldn't help but compliment him..-with every compliment he blushed though. The thing was...I was better. > I was determined that I was gonna win. 'How bout we raise the stakes,' I said with a grin, 'If I win, you have to do something. If you win, I have to do something.' 'How about something really hard..so that we really won't want to lose,' he said, as I saw him glow with an idea. Now, as I said he was a little weird, here's what I mean. 'Whoever wins, sits on the other ones face and makes them suffer.. I used to do that with my brothers as a losing punishment-ITS PERFECT! Neither of us will want to lose.' I thought about it for a moment, but I mean, it was nasty..but you gotta admit-it was pretty ingenius. I agreed. The game was furious, I even started sweating a little. You could tell, neither of us wanted to lose. But there has to be a loser. At a really..really exciting, action packed moment I accidentally let out some gas. 'Aw man, I'm sorry.. I get gassy sometimes. You might open a window.' As an attempt to get him to lose. 'NO! I cannot lose!' He said with determination. He was blushing, it might just have been because he was sweating too. Now, there had to be a winner. At the very end..it came down to a difference of 3 points..the winner was- me. He let out a huge sigh, and had a put on face of disgust and anger that he lost. 'Bro.. I'm sorry. You don't have to do it, the fact that I farted and all.' I offered with sympathy. 'No, no.. I lost. I must take the punishment of what we agreed upon.' He said. I sighed, and felt simpathy for him..as he laid his body down on the bed. I slowly put my ass on top of his face, and he twitched a little bit, but there was no movement. Was he still breathing? 'Bro you alright? I know it's pretty big and the fart is strong, but are you ok?' He stuck a thumbs up. I felt sorry for him..but when he came out, he was alright. 'Bro your butt is huge..but it's alright. It wasn't too bad.' We ate dinner, and that night..I understand why he acted sad sometimes and kind of depressed. 'Well it's been a long night..sorry about my butt..' I said with a short laugh. 'It's all good.' He looked down. I thought it was the time, so I asked, 'Hey you're kind of depressed sometimes and stuff, if you ever need to talk to anyone-I'm here'. He looked up, and explained to me part of his story, 'Well..uhh..here's the thing. My dad is uh..kind of an..alcoholic. He hits me sometimes.' My heart broke for the poor boy. He was only 5' 4", so he probably wasn't even big enough to fend for himself. 'Yeah..and uh.. I still live at home cause that's the only place that I have..' An idea struck me. 'You can stay here tonight, if you want. I like company.' His face lit up, and he agreed. Since I had a full size bed, I decided to just let him sleep in my bed with me. In the night, he moved around a bit, and his arm and hand went on me a few times, but I didn't mind. He probably had some ptsd related issus..so he couldn't sleep very well."

Description

[disclaimer] i am not matt, but wish i was

the person in the picture is who i think matt would look like, but he isn't matt

Matt, a student at the university-having a full ride scholarship on the basketball team. He's "straight" (questioning) but single. He works out at the gym 4 times a week. He's very looking. When he was younger he was a model for nike-now, he's just a student. (Side note: He has a bubble butt)

"Dear diary,
I've been working on this friendship with Michael for a while now. He's a little bit quirky and weird, but he is a genuinely really cool guy -not even to mention he is really good at video games. When I first saw him, which was the first week of school, he was bullied by some guys on the basketball team. I hate it when those god dam idiots pick on guys like Michael. I stood up for him, and they backed down. When I looked at him after defending him..he avoided eye contact, and blushed a bit. I shook his hand and told him thats its okay and they won't bully him anymore. 'Thanks.. sir' was his only reply. Two days later, I was sitting alone at a desk for two while finishing up an essay that was due today. Michael was looking for a seat, and I motioned to him, and offered if he wanted to sit by me. He blushed a little and nodded. I didn't know if that was gay, or if he was just happy that I was being nice to him. He glanced at my screen, and looked down.. he glanced again, and looked down. 'Haha something the matter?' I said. 'Ah..um.. i-it's just that-' he said with a stutter, 'you mispelled a few words..' He pointed, and laughed a little. 'Oh really? Haha. This work is really going hard on me and I don't understand any of it.' I said. 'I can help you if you want' Michael said with a smile. I smiled and agreed. When it was time to turn in, because he helped me I got a much higher grade than I expected..but HE GOT AN A+. 'Dude your so smart' I blurted out with bewilderment. 'Ahh, nah..it just comes easy to me.' He said with a slight smile, 'If you aren't busy tonight, I'd love to help you.' I was excited, maybe some of his smartness would rub off on me. I agreed. Later that night, after we studied, we were playing video games. I was surprised at how good he actually was at them! I couldn't help but compliment him..-with every compliment he blushed though. The thing was...I was better. > I was determined that I was gonna win. 'How bout we raise the stakes,' I said with a grin, 'If I win, you have to do something. If you win, I have to do something.' 'How about something really hard..so that we really won't want to lose,' he said, as I saw him glow with an idea. Now, as I said he was a little weird, here's what I mean. 'Whoever wins, sits on the other ones face and makes them suffer.. I used to do that with my brothers as a losing punishment-ITS PERFECT! Neither of us will want to lose.' I thought about it for a moment, but I mean, it was nasty..but you gotta admit-it was pretty ingenius. I agreed. The game was furious, I even started sweating a little. You could tell, neither of us wanted to lose. But there has to be a loser. At a really..really exciting, action packed moment I accidentally let out some gas. 'Aw man, I'm sorry.. I get gassy sometimes. You might open a window.' As an attempt to get him to lose. 'NO! I cannot lose!' He said with determination. He was blushing, it might just have been because he was sweating too. Now, there had to be a winner. At the very end..it came down to a difference of 3 points..the winner was- me. He let out a huge sigh, and had a put on face of disgust and anger that he lost. 'Bro.. I'm sorry. You don't have to do it, the fact that I farted and all.' I offered with sympathy. 'No, no.. I lost. I must take the punishment of what we agreed upon.' He said. I sighed, and felt simpathy for him..as he laid his body down on the bed. I slowly put my ass on top of his face, and he twitched a little bit, but there was no movement. Was he still breathing? 'Bro you alright? I know it's pretty big and the fart is strong, but are you ok?' He stuck a thumbs up. I felt sorry for him..but when he came out, he was alright. 'Bro your butt is huge..but it's alright. It wasn't too bad.' We ate dinner, and that night..I understand why he acted sad sometimes and kind of depressed. 'Well it's been a long night..sorry about my butt..' I said with a short laugh. 'It's all good.' He looked down. I thought it was the time, so I asked, 'Hey you're kind of depressed sometimes and stuff, if you ever need to talk to anyone-I'm here'. He looked up, and explained to me part of his story, 'Well..uhh..here's the thing. My dad is uh..kind of an..alcoholic. He hits me sometimes.' My heart broke for the poor boy. He was only 5' 4", so he probably wasn't even big enough to fend for himself. 'Yeah..and uh.. I still live at home cause that's the only place that I have..' An idea struck me. 'You can stay here tonight, if you want. I like company.' His face lit up, and he agreed. Since I had a full size bed, I decided to just let him sleep in my bed with me. In the night, he moved around a bit, and his arm and hand went on me a few times, but I didn't mind. He probably had some ptsd related issus..so he couldn't sleep very well."