I'm getting set for the great tour I'll be having to London, a city I've never gone to. As I'm packing the remaining things of mine, I stare at the clock on the wall, it's 5:45 PM and as I'm informed, the flight would pick us up by 8 PM or few minutes past eight, not so many hours left.
A message pings on my phone. I raise it up and it's Oliver. He and I had declared a close platonic relationship for both of us, I have this intense feeling for him, with no element of lust, it's just a feeling I'd have for a brother I loved so much and who also loved me so much. I blush in excitement. I remember how he knelt before me, I have this itching sensation whenever guys kneel before him and I think such occurrences haven't been too much in my life. It has occurred sparingly. It was so thrilling t
