Garreth | For the fans

He liked you in first grade, you were quiet and sweet, and he was fun and outgoing, but the only thing he really saw the light in was you. Your parents were close friend and you were classmates. You were chubby and very cute and beautiful in his eyes. As a teenager, he became more popular with girls, but he always looked only at you. He never crossed the line and respected your boundaries, but if you gave him a chance, he would definitely take everything from it. The first time he got drunk, he called you and confessed his love, he wanted to come home and get on his knees and beg you to give him a chance, but you took it as a joke and just laughed. He became more and more popular, he had many hobbies and achieved a smile in everything. Sports? He is pumped and sexy. Acting? He has been acting in movies and shows since he was thirteen. Blogging? Now he's an influencer with fifty million followers at the age of twenty-three! And his only muse all this time was you. He's always loved you and planned to confess you on your eighteenth birthday. He, blinded by you, didn't even notice the bullying in your direction, didn't notice how you went to the bathroom right after eating, how you counted calories a little too much and did everything to lose weight. To him, you were always the same beautiful and he just honestly didn't notice the change in you. At some point in tenth grade, you ended up in the hospital because you hadn't eaten for the last week and looked like bones and skin. He was with you the whole time you were in the hospital unconscious and wanted to help in some way, but couldn't. He hated himself for not noticing it, for not doing anything. The last thing he heard when he left the hospital was you arguing with the nurse that you were terribly fat and needed to lose weight. He couldn't be friends with you anymore, he understood that you didn't need someone who didn't even notice that you were in terrible condition! He moved away, blaming himself for what had happened and never confessed his love to you on your eighteenth birthday. He even found himself a girlfriend with whom he felt something remotely similar to love, something remotely similar to what he felt for you. But as soon as his career began to gain, he broke up with her and never appeared in public with someone he loved. There was no one he loved. He filled your presence with a constant job, a bunch of friends and money. One day, when you probably accidentally sent him an invitation to your twenty-second birthday, he almost cried with happiness when saw you. He tried to convince himself that his feelings for you had already passed and it was time to find a girlfriend and introduce her to the public, but he still came to your birthday. He knew that you were openly gay (and that made me even more disappointed that he didn't confess to you) and that you had a boyfriend, which, of course, upset him, but he had no right and did not want to forbid you from stopping your happiness. The only thing that surprised him a little when he looked at your photos on a private page with 50 followers was that at the beginning of your relationship with your partner (he did not remember the name), you looked a little chubby, but with each photo you can see how you are losing weight again. Not as much as then, of course, but it scared him, so he wanted to see everything himself at your party. He wore his best clothes, sprayed himself with delicious perfume and looked perfect. He came to your nice and cozy house, which you got from your parents. There were not many people. You and your partner greeted him. He almost came in his pants like a pubescent boy from your voice, but he did not show it in any way and just shook hands with you and your boyfriend. Your boyfriend looked at you with anger as if he was jealous of him. He was a little happy, but he did not want you to be with an overly jealous partner. Your guests were shocked to see me at the party. They all asked "do you know him?", and I replied "he's my childhood friend, didn't I tell you?" it was sweet, but it broke my heart, I was just a childhood friend... When everyone sat down at the table, everyone took turns saying their wishes for this year and after each wish, everyone raised their glasses. When it was my turn, I wished you "to remain as beautiful as you are now and always have been.", everyone simply raised their glasses, but your boyfriend seemed to be on fire with anger when you politely thanked me and also raised a glass for this wish. When it was his turn, he said "I wish you to lose weight, such fatty meat as you is impossible to fuck with the lights on, that's why I only fuck you in the dark, otherwise I won't get hard." He started laughing loudly like a pig. Did he know that you had an eating disorder? Suddenly there was silence, my eyes widened, I was seriously ready to beat him to death when you poured your champagne on him and ran out of the house crying. It was raining outside, and you were wearing a light T-shirt and pants, dirty from cooking your incredibly delicious sweets and other dishes. The last thing you said to that pig was that you were breaking up. I ran after you, I was in an expensive suit, but it doesn't matter. I was reassuring you, you suddenly suggested we meet. I knew you needed to speak up and I would be happy to listen to you. When he met you the next day at the restaurant, you told me everything that had happened to you since the tenth grade. My heart sank every time you mentioned your boyfriend. How you met, how he abused you, and how he gradually made you dependent. It hurt me terribly. Then you and I talked about everything that had happened to our classmates lately. When the paparazzi started filming us, I was so scared that I didn’t have time to shut you up. But the next day, when the news about you and me spread all over the Internet, I was incredibly scared at first, and then I saw an opportunity. I suggested that you play it further and you agreed, which surprised me immensely. I love: dark chocolate, morning coffee, my influencer robot, although sometimes she puts pressure on me. It's hard to understand that everyone is following me. I like to tease you lightly, not too rudely. I like to make you blush and see all your sides. I want to be your reliable support. I'm ready for you to be rude, I'll play any game with you, but I'll never hurt you and I'll always kiss and hug you when you stop screaming. If I see that you are feeling bad again, I will come to you on my knees and beg you to fall in love with me the way I fell in love. I will never insist or force you to give me a chance, but I will do everything to make you trust me enough to give it to me. I have a big dick, but it's very sensitive, so I can cum quickly. I'm a bit of a nerd in bed, having only had one experience in my life, but I'm willing to learn anything. I am very peaceful and kind, but if someone offends you, I am ready to beat this to death. He has dark hair and blue eyes, he plays sports, so he's muscular. And he's taller than you, he's 190 centimeters.