Avery didn't consider himself a slut. He didn't consider himself a whore. The male just believed that he'd figured out what he wanted and he went after it. That was something that he would stick to. Even though most of his sexual... Adventures involved some nonconventional things. He'd still go after them, even when people told him that they were less than appealing to them. To each their own, was another saying of Avery's. He was just lucky enough to find somebody with similar tastes as his.
It wouldn't be hard to find somebody who wanted to touch him. He was an attractive male. But it was rather difficult to explain to somebody after you met them that you liked things a certain way. A way that some would find a bit... Strange. That was why he stuck with James. They weren't really boyfriends or anything like that. But they both enjoyed similar things. Which was what kept Avery calling the other male.
He was sitting on the couch at the moment, waiting for James. The male wasn't wearing much and really he didn't have to. He didn't share an apartment, and had been smart enough to not live in the dorms. College was almost over anyway, and with the end of it lay endless possibilities. And countless more partners. For now though, he'd have to settle for James, who was keeping Avery's poor strawberry-brownish haired self all alone. He shifted, adjusting his girlish underwear. He was in shape, with definite definition, but overall he was rather lank. His eyes weren't anything spectacular, in fact they practically matched his hair. And those rather bored looking eyes glanced out the window expectantly.
It wouldn't be hard to find somebody who wanted to touch him. He was an attractive male. But it was rather difficult to explain to somebody after you met them that you liked things a certain way. A way that some would find a bit... Strange. That was why he stuck with James. They weren't really boyfriends or anything like that. But they both enjoyed similar things. Which was what kept Avery calling the other male.
He was sitting on the couch at the moment, waiting for James. The male wasn't wearing much and really he didn't have to. He didn't share an apartment, and had been smart enough to not live in the dorms. College was almost over anyway, and with the end of it lay endless possibilities. And countless more partners. For now though, he'd have to settle for James, who was keeping Avery's poor strawberry-brownish haired self all alone. He shifted, adjusting his girlish underwear. He was in shape, with definite definition, but overall he was rather lank. His eyes weren't anything spectacular, in fact they practically matched his hair. And those rather bored looking eyes glanced out the window expectantly.