Paralysed Faggot 1 - Sex Stories

Paralysed Faggot 1

... fine Tim." I said reasurring him, " Now you dont waste another second worrying about me and go out and have fun with all your friends." "Scott..." Tim said sweetly cradling me in his strong arms, "Your the best." "Nope. Your the best," I said looking up at him adoringly. Tim departed, and I waited him to return home. 6. It was 12:30 at night and six hours had passed since Tim left me in his small room out the back of my house. I spent all night observing his and Michaels social networking pages on my computer. They posted different pics of themselves or with each other making funny faces and sticking tongues out like handsome jokers. Both of them were laughing with friends as people, lasers and disco lights could be seen dancing in the background of the nightclub.The pictures abruptly stopped around midnight. Indicating that they would be back soon. I had the camera program on my computer ready. There was a hidden camera in every room. Including the toilets and bathrooms. I had a interface on my laptop that allowed me to pick and interchange between views and perspectives with ease. As expected, it didn't take long for Tim and Michael to get home. I could hear the door sway open with the clutter of Tim's house keys. I saw the doors open through the camera's. I waited eagerly for them both to step inside. Tim staggered inside drunk and disorderly. Even when he slouched he looked so handsome. Then entered Michael, also looking a bit drunk. He was looking even more lean and ...

... handsome then ever before. As soon as the doors closed they passionetly kissed one another. They grasped each others heads with eagerness. I had my hands slowly tickling my cock as I watched two specimen's of beauty melding together. I saw their tongues shamelessly lashing against one another in glorious obsene lust. They knew that they were both beautiful. They celebrated it. When they dislatched, Michael looked around and nodded his head wide-eyed. I could already see he was curious and wanted to ask questions. "Not bad!" 23-year-old Michael said, "I'm really impressed!" "Nice place huh?" Tim said smiling and smug "How did you get this place?" Michael said astounded, "Its amazing, its a mansion. Your only 19-years-old!" "It's a long story," Tim said. "I'm a patient man," 23-year-old Michael said giggling, "Come on, tell me." What will you tell him Tim? I thought. Will you tell him about your job? Will you tell him about me? Will you lie or tell the truth? "Basically I was a caretaker for this rich quadriplegic," 19-year-old Tim began. "Was?" Michael said curious. "Was?" I retorted to myself, my eyes glued to the screen even more so. "Yeah," Tim said a matter of fact, "I was his caretaker in the past. But he's dead now." "What??!!" I shreaked in a whisper I was in shock. I couldn't believe it. How could Tim make up a lie like that? I didn't expect this! "Wow," Michael replied, "So he gave you his house?" "Well, the guy was a sad dude. He never spoke with his family. Even though ...