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Paralysed Faggot

... great company. "Im in a pretty serious relationship," 19-year-old Tim said happily to me, making conversation as he was wiping my anus, making me tilt on the toilet seat. "Oh really is she pretty?" I asked him. "Well...Its a guy actually," He smiled sweetly at me. I knew it! I knew he liked guys! Tim was a sweet guy though, I was so happy for him. "Oh cool okay, what's his name?" "Michael," Tim said happily "Michael Stunner." 3. It had been a few days since I found out Tim was dating Michael. I never told Tim anything. I also knew he was none the wiser. Tim had no idea that I knew his boyfriend, Michael. He didn't know that it was his new boyfriend Michael who made me a quadriplegic ten years ago. I decided to keep it a secret. Tim was such a sweet caring soul. I doubt Michael knew that Tim was my caretaker as well. They were both ignorant and it hurt my feelings more then if they were somehow planning this out of spite. It was like fate, the stars were against me. Similar to when I found out Michael liked men; I investigated both Tim and Michael's social-networking profiles when I found out about their relationship. Dozens upon dozens of pictures appeared before me. All pictures of Michael and Tim together, hugging, kissing and holding hands. Smiling at the camera and happy to be together. Like before, these pictures filled me with envy and dread. They were happy and I wasn't! I felt so ashamed, it was giving me an erection. "I'm such a loser!" I cried out in my room, ...

... flopping my hand towards my penis and playing with it longingly. I thought I was going to imagine the pictures of Michael and Tim to taunt me; much like I imagined the pictures years before. But I couldn't conjure that experience up this time. Michael and Tim's longing smiles of satisfaction were good enough for me to be stimulated though, because I cummed hard. The feelings of helplessness multiplied as my orgasms filled my skull with the pressure of hot blood. Humility was my addiction and It never got old. They were beautiful. I was not. They could walk and move their arms. I could not. They were athletic, big and strong. I was not. "Oh my fucking god!" I squealed and convulsed. "AHHH! AHHHHHAaaaaahhh!" Cum had splattered all over my stomach and I knew I couldn't clean myself up. Tim lived in my place and had a room in the far back of the house, so he could play his music and have his friends around without disturbing me, providing he didn't make too much noise. He was a local collage student who was studying nursing and all his classes were early in the morning. So after partying with all his friends, I imagined he would sleep in and be in too much of a rush to get my breakfast. But alas, the following morning; it was 7:30am and sweet Tim was kind enough to collect my breakfast and serve it to me before he went to campus. It was then he noticed dried cum stains on my stomach and shirt; he intently cleaned it with a smile and without a look of hesitation on his face. "So ...