Paul, pictured here standing, had been questioned before by his friend, Chris, pictured here lying down. "Why were you running your fingers through my hair?" a few months before, when Chris was lying down just like this. Paul had shrugged that question off, then, not directly answering it. Now here they were again in a similar situation. The only change now being the increased sexual frustration of Paul for his friend, and Paul's very beefed up appearance from working out so much. It was apparently just a coincidence, but would play a large role in Paul getting what he wanted eventually. This time, Paul was more bold, going for his friend's briefs while savagely lusting after him. Chris would react violently, pushing him away with outrage. A few months later, it would happen yet again, when an increasingly muscular Paul could no longer control the dictates of his super horny dick, and the huge member demanded satisfaction in no uncertain terms. Paul grabbed for Chris again. He was rebuffed again. "Nope, not this time, buddy," said Paul. He got his friend in a chokehold, and was able to wrestle the black briefs down. "No," replied Chris. "Yes...now I'm tired of your shit," protested Paul. "You walk around here half naked all the time, teasing me...with those tits and that ass...and then you don't want to put out." Chris replied, "Dude, I don't know what you're talking about...you're crazy...we're both guys, this is what guys do." Paul said, "Just stop...that's what you say all the time," and maintained a firm grip on Chris. "So, this is it...You want something, and just like a child, you think you can just take it," said Chris. "You disgust me." Paul replied, "And you, me, also...You know, I don't even like you anymore...in fact, I fuckin hate you....Oh, you're going to get it for sure...cept that now it's going to be out of hate, and not love or even lust anymore...I can't stand guys who have attitudes....It's to the point now that I hate it so much, it makes my cock raging hard to deal with a guy with attitudes like yours."
"Dude, you know I'm straight, I have a girlfriend...I'm not into guys, ok?" declared Chris. For Paul, this was possible. But surely, his friend had to know about him, and yet, continued to feel comfortable enough around him to lounge around like he was. Also, it was either stupid or reckless of Chris, or just way too trusting, to not have noticed the way his friend had buffed up lately, and not have known that if this situation would arise, Chris would maybe not be able to defend himself. For Paul's part, his penis had had enough let-downs around this friend over the past year, and now demanded action and release, however it must be obtained. It was really something, though, how the penis had transformed it's savage love and lust for it's object, Chris, into something altogether different -- hate, with the same result -- a raging, throbbing, pre-cum dripping boner! Paul now merely detested Chris, and his penis was about to show him just how much! Showing strength his friend didn't deem him to possess, Paul held both of Chris's arms behind him, and his long aroused penis worked it's insistent way into his friend's buttcrack. "Spread em now! If you don't, you'll be sorry...very sorry...I'm done playin' with you, bitch," Paul told Chris. "I'm gonna fuck that worthless hole of yours...and then I never wanna see your stupid face around here anymore...got it?...Stick around your girlfriend,.... if she's dumb enough to be with you." Paul did not even realize himself the extent of the fury of his hatred for guys with attitudes, and the hurricane his penis would unleash on it's enemy on the day of reckoning. While he was fucking his long-time friend Chris's asshole super hard, he only talked to his own penis, not Chris. "Fuck him good now, my only trusted friend....Reclaim the dignity he took from us!...Show him what really happens when you disrespect us! Show him what he took from us, for so long...oh show him, please show him!" Chris could not believe how crazy mad his friend had become, and how he blamed him for these perceived slights to his dignity. "I'm sorry, Paul....please, stop!...Take a look at yourself...I'm your friend." But Paul replied, "I have no friends. They're all mean, like you. The only friend I have, the only one loyal to me for my whole life, is the one inside you right now...And I'm about to take him back...and you'll never see us again...Oh, you will want to, yes...but you won't... You had your chance," said Paul, whose penis then threw up spasms of cum deep in the innards of Chris. "It could have been so different, buddy,... Chris...oh, why wasn't it different? Why did you have to show attitude...all the time,....ever, always?"
Chris left the apartment in pain, and shock! Paul had no regrets, really, just a nagging question as to whether his friend had indeed been teasing him all along. Whether he could have really been so indifferent to the sufferings of Paul, really could not have known Paul's affection for him all that time. Surely, he knew the first time he had caught him running his fingers through his hair while he was resting on the couch. Yet, he had remained friends. Even after seeing Paul's physical body change into it's tough muscular shape, Chris had not perceived this as a potential threat to him. How could he not know that one day, all that hurt and pain and sexual frustration would boil over to it's natural conclusion -- just like the pressure building up to a volcanic eruption? It would be understandable, I suppose, that neither guy had really forseen all that lust morphing into a hideous hatred for it's object. That Paul's penis would truly become a monster, backed up with the force of it's owner's newly acquired physical prowess, to exact powerful revenge, and a heavy emotional and physical toll, on Mr. Attitude. And then, could it have been just below Paul's conscious mind? -- this powerful force pushing him day after day at the gym, to acquire the strength he would surely need to subdue Chris in that moment. Surely, Chris would have never allowed Paul to do that. He would have, and did try, to fight to the death, to save his asshole from the wrath. It must have been unthinkably humiliating for Chris -- with all his attitude -- not to be able to ward Paul off him, and protect his most private area on his very body, the only body we are given by God. But for Paul, Chris had already raped him day after day of their friendship -- raped his dignity, his self-worth, his sexuality. He had held his mind in a trancelike suffrage to Chris, with never any release, or true satisfaction, and worst of all -- no true equality in their friendship. That is not a real, true, friend, right? He had to pay for that, surely? That's what Paul thought. In his estimation, he had let Chris off easily. A few minutes for years of abuse. He hoped that he would never have to deal with him again. He truly hated Chris, and hopefully, after the healing of time, Chris would not even have claim to his hate anymore. He would have nothing from Paul. It would be like Chris had never even existed.
The next guy Paul went ga ga goo goo over was Mark, a very handsome college freshman, originally from New Jersey, attending school on a wrestling scholarship. Paul was attracted to Mark immediately, and quickly got his wish of becoming mark's roommate, so he could be in even more tight quarters with the hot jock to lust even more over the young athlete's tight hole. When Paul confided in Marc at last that he liked guys, Mark winced, and had a lot of hangups with it. It would later come out that Mark's mother had left his father for another woman, something that hurt Mark greatly, and that he deeply resented her for. Paul felt that he shouldn't be guilty by association just cause of his sexual preference. And anyway, he didn't think the mother had done anything wrong by following her heart, and refusing to live a lie. Now Mark was a very decent and good person at heart, unlike the detestable Chris. One day, Mark's legs were sore from wrestling, and he asked Paul to rub them for him. These facts so far all happened as stated, and names have not been altered. Mark was lying in his bed in the morning, wearing only his white undershorts, when he made this request. Paul was nervous, but only too happy, and horny, to oblige. Paul did a great, passionate job massaging Mark's legs, and Mark was pleased. Paul was drooling with the sight of Mark, and having his hands so close to Mark's privates. Mark was relaxed to the point of drifting off, and Paul's aroused and dripping penis saw the window of opportunity fly wide open.
The throbbing, clever penis of Paul led him by the hand to a space underneath the bed where it had stashed a small cachet of male restraints. "I had no idea... Well, this is just like it," said Paul, referring to his penis. "It's always a couple steps ahead of me." Paul lifted the things onto the bed, and having to see Mark's privates now, went for Mark's briefs, pulling them down. Mark was very groggy, but roused, and said, "no." Paul quickly overpowered him, tying both his hands to the bed with rope. Mark was now squirming, so he also applied a neck brace to hold him in place. He then fully removed the briefs, seeing Mark's handsome, flaccid cock bouncing around. To corral him even further, to stop his squirming, Paul lifted Mark's nice shapely legs way up and behind him, restraining them to the bedframe, inside both his hands. "God, buddy, you look great like this," he said. "You would be a huge hit with the leather community." He straddled Mark, coming round the side. "Mark, I don't think you've ever met my penis before, buddy, even though I've checked yours out a lot.. Well, here it is, a handsome devil, isn't it, if I don't say so myself. ..It is very pleased to make your acquaintance, Mark...Now, I know it's a little big and unruly, but it really is trying to put it's best foot (long) forward here. I know it doesn't look shy, but when it's nervous like this, it grows to it's full measure for some reason." He told Mark, "it's ok, really, don't be afraid of it." He then stood up, and teased Mark's ultra-tight hole with it, before kneeling down in front of Mark's tied back body, and sticking two of his horny fingers in the baby-faced jock's anus, and then twisted them around in the hole. While a hotly angry Paul had fucked Chris' brains out, with Mark it would be different. Mark was a good guy, really, yes -- badly homophobic and confirming this with his evangelical Christianity -- but he didn't have a mean heart. Paul's insistent penis was not mad at Mark, it just desired him greatly, and wanted desperately to consummate their friendship. "You'll feel a pinch now, buddy...Be strong now, Ok?..Breathe, breathe for me now, buddy...Remember your wrestling team's motto -- no pain, no gain... am I right, buddy?" Paul slowly, trying to make it as unpleasant as possible for his sweet friend, pushed back, and into, Mark's never-before entered rectum with his nice slick penis head. The very handsome jock yelped, as Paul kept assuring him he was doing great. "Wow, what a trooper you are, Mark!!...Look at how professional your asshole is, buddy...straining and swooping to receive me...You really do have some hidden talents, bud." Paul fucked Mark slowly and sweetly for several minutes, then pulled out very slowly, and brought the penis to Mark's mouth. "You don't have to put it in your mouth, Mark...but if you wouldn't mind, blow on it, PLEASE, PLEASE, buddy. BLOW!! I wanna feel your beautiful warm breath there." The indescribably erotic sensation of his love object's warm breath being breathed in lustily and greedily by his penis head's slit pushed Paul past the point of no return. His penis head slit opened and closed very very rapidly now, finally peeling back and taking a huge yawn, staying open, and spraying spasm after spasm of his passion seed cum all over Mark.
After Mark, there was Bryen, yet another fairly worthless homophobe and holy-roller. Paul would sleep over at Bryen's, and when Bryen was asleep, pull down whatever he was wearing -- jammies, undies, shorts -- and suck his nice straight country-boy cock! His dick was fairly long and handsome for a skinny country boy. It tasted very good! Obviously, Bryen was a deep sleeper, cause he was none the wiser. Again, Paul was sorry it had to be this way, but after many many months around these guys, the horned up and very sexually frustrated penis called the shots at the end of the day. It demanded action, and release, and no matter the risk, forced Paul to obey it's lusts. Paul was often in a daze, staying up almost all night lusting after these guys. It was a shitty life, for sure, but it was his life. He had been dealt a difficult hand, and after a while, the hand was no longer enough, just to wank the penis off. It needed more direct action!
Wil "EMS" was a young disciple leader in the southern church, and a good friend of mine. Mark also was an up.and coming even younger leader in the same. I confessed to Wil that I got wckedly aroused rubbing the wrestler Mark's legs. He asked, "Does Mark know?" And I said no, but he knows I like him. "So, you're sweet on him...Do you wanna f### him,?" I was taken aback by EMS s directness, and surprised that he put it so.crudely, as if the only act one could want was penetration, which I hadn't even thought of at that point. This Wil was not a great example, anyway, of a good Christian. He had suddenly dumped his sweet long-time girlfriend for an older woman, devastating the younger Sharon..It was and still is to this day highly upsetting to think of what he did to this girl, just to appease his selfish narrow mind. Anyway, I told him, that no, I didn't want to fuck Mark, but just be sweet on him, which was and is the truth. EMS was an accountant by trade, and was very professional and responsible. That's what made his actions with the girl so surprising. These traits were very appealing in him, but the others left much to be desired. He only hung with me out of a sense of responsibility, and nothing else. He really was unskilled in the art of being a good friend, and I'm sure he is still the same, from following his ridiculous Facebook page.