nanafabulous personjesus Posted:

BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I’M WRITING ABOUT.

Evil Trout and Mc Banhammer sat nervously together on the soft, inviting couch beneath them. Something was a bit off tonight and they could both sense it. Longtime friends they were no strangers to sleepovers; Merrily rolling on the ground together, their loins innocently pressed into one another.

But Evil Trout knew tonight would be different. Ever since he began to walk that dark path through horrible, homoerotic forest of puberty he had begun to think of his friend in a different light.

His eyes would pbum over Banhammer’s frail, almost girl like body and he’d feel something strange happen in his pants. His miniscule male reproductive organ would begin to rise and stiffen much like a male reproductive organ normally would do in such a situation. His breathing would become heavy and he would have to excuse himself to the bathroom to frantically stroke the embarrbuming string of man love out of him. As time pbumed he began to become more creative with his forays into masturbation. It first started off with thoughts, then pictures and it finally came to the point where he’d crudely sewn a picture of Banhammer’s face onto to the case of his most beloved pillow. At night he’d press it into his groin and and quickly pull down his underwear when he on the verge of bursting. He’d press his tiny, tiny rod of man meat into the pillow and then cry out in pleasure as the pillow’s face was caked in the millions of children Trout would never have.