I've always been the black sheep of the family. The one who brought about all the drama, I was blamed for everything from my parents divorce to us losing our home. It's always been “Sean the troublemaker”. Now truly I am a sweet hearted person, at least I want to do good but I have lived with this bad boy "punk" persona for so long that I can't just stop it now. After all if I did, how would my family cope with their problems without me to yell at?

I have also felt an attraction to men for most of my life. I have tried to hide it but with the recent loss of our house it was becoming hardly bearable. My parents moved into a new apartment but couldn’t stand living with me anymore so I moved in with my brother Tom and his roommate Michael. Michael was the most adorable creature to ever set foot on the face of the earth. Michael with his dark brown, unable to be tamed curly hair, and his deep blue eyes that you couldn't help but get lost in. He had bright red lips and porcelain skin that complimented his swimmers body and nerdy indie style. Every time I saw him I had to use every muscle in my body to control my pulsating cock that wanted so much to enter him.

One Friday morning I woke up to Tom yelling at me about how much of an asshole I was. "I can't believe that the cable bill is 300 dollars,” he screamed. “Either you can slow down on renting all these fucking movies or get a job. For god's sake Sean you’re nearly 23, you should have a job."

Movies what movies? I wondered. I knew it wasn't me yet I yelled, "You’re such a stiff, how about you loosen up? It’s just a few movies."

I smirked, rolled over, and used my pillow as earmuffs but it totally didn't work. I was still able to hear every word he was saying. I got up and got in the shower, the warm water hit my skin and soothed my muscles that ached from the hard uncomfortable bed Tom so "preciously" had picked out for me. After about an hour I stepped out of the shower to find that Tom had sneaked and slipped the bill under the door as a signal that I was paying for it. I picked it up and saw charges for gay porn movies. I didn't watch porn of any type and Tom and Michael were so obviously straight. I thought nothing of it, maybe it was ordered by accident or maybe it was a mistake.

I went to my room and got dressed. When I came out I passed Tom's room and noticed he was packing a suitcase. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"My girlfriend's dad had a heart attack and she wants me to go down to Atlanta with her so I’ll be gone for a few days."

My body raced and I felt my heart pumping in my brain. Alone for a few days with Michael but who was I kidding nothing was going to happen. I continued my walk into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and bent to the lowest shelf trying to find my hidden energy drink. Right then I felt a hand brush against me. I turned around to find Michael but I dismissed the brush as an accident.

"Tom's going away for