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... bitter.But I bet its because they can't be bothered to visit their rotting corpse of a son. I was willing to accept my fate now I didn't care anymore. Atleast I had Tim by my side. Once again it was getting close to the late evening and was toilet and bathtime. Tim was going to leave soon. I liked being alone, but Tim was 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, whats 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, it would devestate him to make that connection. 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 conjur that exprerience up this time. Michael and Tims longing smiles of satisfaction and attractivness 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 ...