"But you're hopeless, I was testing you to see if you'd let me fuck you, I wasn't even gonna do it but you never even tried to stop me 'cuz you're a goddamn HOMO."But you're hopeless, I was testing you to see if you'd let me fuck you, I wasn't even gonna do it but you never even tried to stop me 'cuz you're a goddamn HOMO." I was improvising, making shit up, seeing if I could make the kid believe it was all his fault I'd raped him, and man-oh-man it really worked. I pulled the piece of cloth out of the kid's mouth and he started sobbing; I was afraid he might scream for help or something, but man, I'd actually convinced him it was all his fault. "I'm gonna tell the guidance counselor you're hopeless, you're a goddamn queer and you got me to fuck you up the ass. I don't wanna be your big brother anymore because you're a fucking pervert." "Please don't tell!," the kid wailed, crying hysterically. I couldn't fucking believe my luck, they'd hooked me up with a fucking MORON who let me rape him and then begged ME not to tell. The kid's old lady had only been gone for an hour, it was like 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and there was plenty to eat in this house, and a COLOR TV to watch. Oh man, had I ever lucked into a choice arrangement. |