Christmas is around the corner, and I got a story for you, wall of text ahead.
Tree years ago I was dead set on not spending another Christmas alone. I would get a qt bf even if I had to do it by force!
A little shop closed right outside my work place, and an idea began to form inside my head.
I broke the lock on the door, replaced it and I was set.
Late at night, when all the qt University students would go around that shop to jog I would be waiting!
I bought an old N 64 and some cartridges from amazon and I would place this just inside the lil room so that the street light would shine on the bait.
First people to fall for my trap where some neck beards and hipsters, and I just shoo'ed them away.
This happened for 3 days straight, but I was determined and stubborn so I kept at it.
Eventually a rly qt lil thing in some gym shorts so short you couldn't but desire to take them of him, saw the bait, he went for it.
I went in after him closing the door behind us.
It had worked, he would be mine!
Or so I thought, before I could realize what was happening the lil bugger jumped up an exposed air conditioner shaft and gone he was. I ran after him and stuck my hand in there but he bit me and I retreated in defeat,
The next day I covered the air conditioner vent and tried again.
This time an emo kid with skin so white it made milk seem black went for the tantalizing bait, I did the same, this one jumped thru the window, cutting himself in the process. I tried to run after him but I don't into cardio, it kills gains so my speed isn't much to talk about.
The next day I also covered the windows with bars, and decided to lock him in wile I brought the Van around so he couldn't get out, it was either stay in the room or get in the van, and I had a cattle prod to convince him the van was the best choice.
The third one got in, I closed the door and brought the van around, as I opened the door to him giving me a puzzled look I saw a face in the lil space between my van and the wall, it was a cop's head …
Of to the station we went.
I told them everything, except for the previous two attempts, figured no need to dig my own hole.
The cops where surprisingly sympathetic and they even convinced the kid to drop the charges against me. They where all like:
- Wow I thought it was easy to get laid as a gay guy?!?
Me: - It is b-but I don't want sex I want a bf to wake up to each morning *sob
or
-Don't you think you went to far?
Me: I just didn't want to be alone for Christmas …
They all went daww at my answers and freed I was.
I spent that Christmas going to the gym and crying before bed wile happy couples where all happy and cuddled up, but at least I tried.
Now here is the odd part, soon after that lil abandoned shop became a pawns shop and recently some repairman found a guy in the air conditioning vents, he was long dead.
I pretty much froze when reading the news, no doubt about it, they said he was dressed in green shorts and a white t shirt, it was him.
Lucky for me the cops just assumed it happened after as some sort of failed robbery and they never considered me as a suspect.
I know what you will say, that it was not my fault, and it's true. I am not to blame but I can't but fell sorry for the cutie that got stuck in there and died.
Hope my story leaves you a little bit wiser then you where before you read it /cuteboys/, and have a marry Christmas <3