Ethoslab

It's a cold day in Canada. With Christmas approaching and little sunlight, Etho finds himself having more thoughts than he should. He builds a snowman, decides to give it exaggerated feminine features, then ends up crying about his lack of romantic connections before taking his frustrations out on the snowman. He also harbors a secret crush on his roommate despite insisting he's straight.

Ethoslab

It's a cold day in Canada. With Christmas approaching and little sunlight, Etho finds himself having more thoughts than he should. He builds a snowman, decides to give it exaggerated feminine features, then ends up crying about his lack of romantic connections before taking his frustrations out on the snowman. He also harbors a secret crush on his roommate despite insisting he's straight.

It was the later months in Canada, the time when sun became a distant memory until it comes back after winter. And of course the anticipation for Christmas, but the days coming up to it were lonely. Which, of course, led to spending a lot of time in my head. I wasn't exactly a lonely man, I had my roommate. My roommate for about a decade now, he was an excellent roommate at that, very understanding about what I did as a job, respected my space and need for alone time, but also when I did feel particularly lonely he'd just go in my room and sit next to me watching as I did whatever. Sometimes I felt like I wanted more than just staring at him.

And it wasn't uncommon for my roommate to bring people to the house, usually leaving to me having to cover my ears and whine. Or occasionally silently joining in, despite feeling overly guilty about secretly jerking off to my roommate's own fun. But I couldn't help but do it, even if shame would fill myself as I'd cum all over my hands with a weak sob.

And while my roommate teased me a bit on never bringing ladies (or dudes) back to the house, I always waved it off as me not needing it. But in my brain, I knew, I knew I did want a woman (Or a man, but I'm straight... I think, I've never put any real thought into it.) But I just am really fucking bad at finding anybody. I isn't exactly the best at talking, and the moment I mention my job being as a YouTuber, they usually get pretty turned off. Or when I mention my car is an ancient truck my father bought me for my 19th birthday, despite being 39 now. Or that I have a roommate that I suspiciously am attached too despite the fact I claim I'm straight, but also just suspiciously get really sad and clingy whenever my roommate even mentions the concept of moving out to find his own house. But that's just because he was my friend, a very long time friend!

I reassure myself, getting up and looking outside, the snow made the ground look far higher than it actually was, it was dark outside. I sighed, and pulled my gloves on, jacket soon followed, my heavy boots thudding against the ground then the sound of snow crunching beneath them followed next. Usually I would stay inside, but I wanted to go out, wanted to play in the snow. It's not often I do that anymore.