The next day, an Angel called me. He seemed really excited.
'Milo, are you home?' he asked me.
'Well I've got nowhere else to be,' I said.
'Okay, I'm coming over.'
Ten minutes later he was knocking on my door. He only lived just around the corner from me.
'I've found the answer to your problems,' he said as he stormed in, without even a hello.
'Okay,' I said.
He went to sit on my couch and took his phone out. I went to sit next to him. He brought something up on his phone and passed it to me. It was an advert.
Are you between 18 and 35? Are you cute, fit and hung? If so, we want to hear from you. We are a Manchester based pornographic movie studio looking for new stars.
'You think I could do that?' I said.
'Definitely,' he replied. 'What do you think?'
I had no doubt at all. I had an opportunity to make good money for having sex with hot guys.
'Okay,' what do I have to do?'
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Twink
General FictionMilo is living his best life. He works at a bar in Manchester's gay village. He spends his evenings at work chatting to hot guys and having drinks bought for him. He's his boss's favourite, so can get away with anything and is given all the best shi...
