How I didn't give a fuck at 13 years old ⇐ And sex was so close...

[smart ass]

I liked the girl alone. Purely. Immaculate. We walk, we play. In the galaxy we chat, ride bicycles, and climb onto the boiler room pipes to look down and smoke. Romance. But at least you didn’t let me crack. Because we were 13 years old. What’s more, at that age every straight guy wanted to fuck. In the yard, for example, everyone was already kissed by non-virgins by that time. And me too. There wasn't a day when someone didn't say how great they had sex over the weekend. Of course, it’s make-believe.
Parents leave for a day. Empty apartment. This is a damn chance! I am contentedly rubbing my hands in anticipation of burning sex. I'm calling the girl. She refuses. This is an important point. At that time, girls were obsessed with horoscopes, diaries and psychological tests. And... I had a black book of horoscopes, spells and some kind of shit. Probably conspiracies. I don’t know whose, because my mother never believed in this fagot.
So I’m seducing my friend to come to me and read a book. The plan was devilishly cool, as it seemed to me. And then!
She also takes a friend! I’ll miss this chance, I’ll be ashamed to look my grandchildren in the eyes. I decided to act firmly and powerfully. In general, I rub my hands a lot.
The moment has come. I curtain all the windows, it’s twilight, so that my panties won’t be visible on the radiator. I remove any things that are lying around and know where to put them, I close the bathtub tightly, again, so that they don’t dig through the laundry.
The dolls arrive. I take out a book, they read, I make tea and think about how to fuck with them. I'm worried until my hands are shaking. I bring tea and sit. I drink tea. It has begun.
I hesitantly pull them away from reading and explain, they say, just like a book, are you screwed? And I drink tea myself. From a mug of fucking "darling".
They are like oh yes, a wonderful book, we are sitting well. And they look strangely like that.
I continue to hint that since I called you, I drink tea and let you read a book. And I myself am drinking out of excitement from the mug of her newly-summoned friend. They are even surprised and don’t touch the mugs anymore. And I continue to drink from mine, read little by little from three mugs.
In the end I finally squeeze out, like, let’s just fuck the three of us.
And they ran screaming to the balcony and began to call their fathers. And I just got very scared and burst into tears, sadly continuing to drink tea from three mugs alone. They saw that I wasn’t going to fuck them, they came out of the balcony and said that they would tell their fathers that they were all confused, if only he would stop crying. So I escaped the bullshit and became famous as an unheard-of Don Juan and a womanizer.

[dmitriy]

Our whole life consists of bummers...