Mike was laying in bed one evening, scrolling through some dating app. God everyone around him was a Twink, just like he was. Why was he even on this app? He was a virgin and wouldn’t have any idea what to even do if anyone even messaged him.
He looked down at his skinny, hairless body and sighed, no matter how hard he tried he could never put on any weight, and his family weren't exactly known for the hairiness. Looking back at his phone he noticed a notification.
Seems like you’re in an area predominantly made up of people identifying as ‘twink’. Would you like to help us make this area more diverse?
Mike frowned, it seemed like a weird notification, but it couldn’t hurt, and maybe it would allow him to see some more guys. Pressing accept he was expecting the app to do something but noting happened.
He absentmindedly scratched his large, muscular, hairy chest as he continued scrolling through the large amount of winks at his disposal. He’d almost made his way though all of them, some of them a dozen times. It helped that he was the only non-twink for miles. He snapped a picture of himself, showing of his thick beard and updated his profile picture, within moments his inbox was full of thirsty twinks looking for some fun.
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