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Paralysed Faggot

... 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 night club. 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 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 obscene lust. They knew that they were both beautiful. They celebrated it. 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 shrieked 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 they gave him everything, including this house. He lost all his friends because he was so awkward and snarky. I was basically the only person in his life that gave him anything. Someone to talk to. Someone to clean him and get him his food. I was getting a great wage though. So it was worth it. I deserved the house in his Will ,I suppose. I was the only one left in his lonely sad life." Tim then kissed Michael ...