nanafabulous personjesus Posted:

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.

So as they both sat there, feeling the tension rise they could both feel themselves on the verge of something great, something twisted and beautiful, something which would surely send them to hell since Sodomy is a rather serious offense.

Trout’s breath was heavy, it seemed as if all his senses were heightened. Banhammer’s breathing rolled across the room like waves made out of breath, the glow of the tv screen illuminating his beautiful, acne ridden face.

Banhammer carelessly reached for the remote, his arm swept across Trout. The edge of his skin graced Trout’s tiny, tiny erection. Were it not for Trouts reaction, Banhammer would have never known.