Finally!
After 2 months of suffering beneath the bed of the Unsilent, I have been rescued. He came in bursting through the door, kicking it in to find the Unsilent enjoying a quiet wank whilst watching gay porn on hotmale.com, and swiftly dove under the bed to find me and rescue me, deftly avoiding all the wet tissues and fagmags, he is my hero. He is St. Fallen.
I’m now here at his place, using his pc for the first time, it’s… so… white! My nonexistent eyes squint at the screen. I think I may be going blind. Maybe it was all those Godforsaken days and nights spend in the darkness of Unsilent’s bed. I feel happy now, though I can’t see a thing. It’s a good thing I learnt how to touch-type.
Tomorrow the guys will be taking me to Buba after what seems like eons, but first I need a good pumping. St. Fallen will be taking me to the bike repair kadey to get me blown. Unsilent didn’t seem to grasp the concept of blowing balls. Blowing cocks though, especially his own pet cock, he is a master at. Master Bater, they call him.
Oh tomorrow, you seem so close yet so far away.
Bu…
Ba…
