I fucking love my life. It's not exactly how I imagined it to be, but I was making the best of it. I moved to Manchester last year to go to university. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I knew this was the place I wanted to do it. Manchester is known for it's amazing gay scene and I wanted to be part of that. I came out as gay last year and I've been loving the life that goes with it ever since.
I came from a small village in the middle of nowhere where everyone knew everyone else's business. I was the only gay kid there and I'd outgrown it long ago. I wanted to meet other people like me and I could never do that if I stayed there. I knew I had to get away, so going to university was the best way to do it.
I got a job in one of the bars in the gay village as soon as I arrived. I needed the extra cash as my parents weren't exactly rich. They were farmers. They got by okay, but they weren't exactly loaded. I figured it would be good to get a job the help take some of the financial burden from them. But that wasn't the only reason. I figured getting a job in the gay village would help me meet other people and really make me part of it.
I found a job in my first week there. I'd never worked in a bar, but I could tell the manager, Gary, really fancied me. I assumed that was why I got the job, but I became an awesome barman, so I knew he didn't regret taking me on.
After a few weeks I knew further education wasn't for me. I think I already knew that, but was so desperate to get away, I thought it was my only option. I asked Gary if there was any chance of a fulltime job and he was able to give me some extra hours. I dropped out of university and became a fulltime barman. It was the best decision I ever made. I loved my job.
I got to party and chat to hot guys every night of the week. They bought me drinks and I often went out with the new people I met after my shift. Often I'd end up going home with them at the end of the night.
I didn't make a lot of money, but it was enough to pay my rent and bills. I got let into clubs for free as I knew all the door staff, and never had to buy my own drinks.
I knew I couldn't live like this forever, but I'd got plenty of time to work out what I wanted to do with my life. I was only eighteen.
My life was good right now and that was all I cared about.
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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...