Hello from André

Hi, I am not sure how to start this letter, but my name is Andre. You have been talking to my friend Alberto and my ex-girlfriend Angela. Last night, Alberto told me everything that goes on here and sent me a link with all the posts from Angela and himself, since April. I read every single word and at first was quite upset that my story was being shared for thousands of people without my consent. But Alberto was right next to me and told me that he did not want to do it, he just reached out to you after everything that happened with Angela. And that's okay, it's no reason to be mad at him.

Now that everybody knows what is going on, I'd like to know the famous Sam as well, since Angela and Alberto seem to really enjoy what you do here. What Alberto said about us is all true, we've been friends since we were born and I have always protected him. When we were at high school, everybody liked me, I went out with many girls, and I had no problems at all with the guys. But I lost many friends defending Alberto (and I would've lost all of them to protect my little brother). I remember one day that I was at soccer practice, came back to the classroom, and found Alberto alone crying at the corner of the room, with one of my closest friends laughing. The teacher hasn't come yet, so there was just a bunch of students there. Some girls hanging out, some guys talking, and them Alberto was the only one by himself, crying and nobody was doing anything. I could feel my blood boiling looking at Alberto lonely like that, so I ignored everyone else and went to him like an arrow to the corner of the room. I first asked if he was hurt because some guys had already tried to punch him for being gay and I was always around to save him. He hugged me when I approached him, saying that he wasn't hurt, but he was feeling embarrassed because that guy laughing (who was my friend from soccer) had spit on him. Then he showed me his uniform and there was a disgusting spit already drying out on his t-shirt.

I turned to the guy still laughing at Alberto and asked what was going on. The guy, probably thinking that I would laugh with him, just said "well, if he wants to be a faggot, he needs to get used to it." Alberto had not stopped crying yet, he was so afraid, he was shaking in fear at the corner of the room, afraid of even looking at the guy. My only reaction was grabbing the guy with my left hand and punching him with my right hand three times, right to his face. When he tried to punch back, I spit right on his eyes and said "you're right, it feels good to spit on a faggot". When the teacher entered the room, she saw Alberto crying, the other guy with a bleeding mouth and spit on his face, and I was standing between them. We were all sent to the principal's room and we were all suspended, including Alberto who had not done anything wrong, but the homophobic slut always found ways to punish him for being a victim. We went back home and Alberto couldn't stop repeating how sorry he was because I got in trouble because of him, I told him that I did what I should have done and he shouldn't be sorry for anything. He was really embarrassed and disgusted for that shirt with the guy's spit, so I took my shirt off, gave it to him, and threw his shirt out. So we walked down the street side by side, I was shirtless, he was wearing a shirt twice his size. But at least nobody would hurt him with me there.

I was 17 and I know my attitude was wrong, I shouldn't have punched the guy, nor used the expression "faggot" as a slur to insult him. I should have taken care of Alberto instead of unleashing my anger on his bully. In any case, this is just one of the many times I got in trouble to protect him and I would have done everything again if I could go back in time. The whole point is that Alberto is really important to me. He is more important than any of my family members, to be honest. I wake up everyday thinking about how to make sure he is safe, protected, and happy. For this reason, a lot of people think that I am gay or that we are a couple. And I want to make it very clear, now that my life is public here: I am not gay, I have never thought about being gay, I have no doubts about that. I love women, I feel attraction for women, and I want to get married one day and have children with a woman.

Moreover, before meeting Angela, I had always seen Alberto as a little brother, so I would never feel any sort of sexual attraction toward him, even if he was a girl. But Angela gets really horny when she sees strong men fucking submissive men, and she insisted a lot, you have no idea. She said in her first post that I said "a hole is a hole" but this is a complete lie. First, I had never thought about being with another man before. Also, I would never refer to Alberto as "a hole", he's the most important person in my life. What happened in fact is that Angela basically blackmailed me and after three or four fucks, she said that she would not let me fuck her again, unless I brought a third one to our bed. His pussy was a great fuck, so I tried to convince her to forget about that, but she was totally inflexible. That was the only reason why I considered touching another man. Otherwise, I would never do it.  She also said that we had "the right amount of wine", but that was not the case either. She brought a lot of alcohol one night and did not drink anything, she kept insisting on to drink a lot, but she remained sober the whole time. When Alberto and I were completely drunk, she put my dick out pretending that she would suck it, and then she forced Alberto's head against my cock. We never agreed to do it, but we were too drunk, and I was barely reacting at that point.

On the next morning, she told me that if I didn't start fucking her with Alberto by my side she would tell all my friends and family that I was in the closet and that I have always been Alberto's boyfriend, since middle school, which couldn't be more false. But I didn't want her to go around spreading this lie, so I decided to let Alberto suck me one day and at first it was really weird, but he confessed all the feelings he had for me and said that would be a great honor if I allowed him to touch my cock. So I let him do it and I won't lie: I started enjoying it, although it felt weird for several days until I got used to it.

Another important thing that I must say is that Angela did all this scheme because she is really into that. She would love touching herself while Alberto was on all fours for me, but she has never thought about Alberto. What she said about Alberto not being smooth for me and I got angry at him is ridiculous, that never happened that way. What really happened that night is that Alberto in fact was a little hairy and when I saw him that way I told him that I wasn't comfortable fucking him, but I immediately said that he could just stay with us, suck my dick, and have a good time. But Angela then said that if he wasn't ready to take my cock, he could leave and wait in the other room. I never told him to leave, she lied for you. I was too horny, so I didn't discuss, and banged her really hard, this part is true. But as soon as I finished, I went out to get Alberto in my arms, and told him that everything was fine, I didn't want him to be upset. Then he sucked me (much better than Angela, btw), and I gave him a load to taste before going to bed.

Anyway, I think this is enough for you to know how selfish Angela was. Alberto's last post, unlike hers, is 100% true in every single detail. But I also want to add that, besides trying to deceive me and getting pregnant without telling me, she would always talk to me when we were alone trying to get rid of Alberto. When we were in bed by ourselves she would say things like "you know, one day you will need to send Alberto back to his house, he can't be here forever". She literally just wanted Alberto's hole to get horny watching me as I fuck him, and never more. Alberto is too naive sometimes and he thought they were friends, but she only wanted to fulfill her fantasy using the two of us. Now she will need to find somebody else because I don't want her in my house ever again.

I admit that everything is really new to me. I have been fucking girls since I was 15, but now I am also fucking my best friend and it still is a little confusing. But at the same time I don't want to stop having sex with Alberto. The way he looks at me, the way he follows what I tell him to do, the way he cooks and cleans the whole house. It's difficult to describe how sweet he is. I haven't seen your whole website yet, but I feel I have a lot to learn about what you call hierarchy. I would never call Alberto a "faggot" because this is a horrible word for me, but he's trying to show me what it really means among homosexuals. I don't know if I am bisexual, but I don't think so because I do not get horny watching two guys making out. But when Alberto comes to my room completely naked I can only think about putting some cum deep inside of him.

I wanted to turn this page and introduce myself to you, Sam. I have no idea about what will happen next, but Alberto is my little brother and my best friend. Just like I got suspended multiple times in school protecting him, I will never let a woman separate us, no matter what it takes.

It is nice to meet you, Sam. Take care.

Best,

André.