Yooo, promised a double upload bitchessssss! This was part of a 20k word chapter I've been grinding out since November, and I felt like I needed to split this up into two parts. Lmao, my 3/8ths of the full thing is longer than my last full chapter. I love you all, and don't forget I have stuuuuuuff! In this chapter, you get to enjoy the gratuitous straight smexytimes before we get to the REAL heavy stuff. Warning, big gay ahead!
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Another log in my diary of taboo debauchery. If you read past my first entry (which you shouldn't have, per my previous warning) I assume you're into this stuff, so... enjoy, I guess.
Date: 6/18/4811
When my therapist saw my last log, she was a little weirded out, but still overjoyed that I had finally sorted out that part of myself that I'd always held back and allowed myself to be truly happy with my true love. I was always expressing frustration with my lack of romantic involvement and how I felt that I wasn't ever going to get together with any "normal" person. Turns out, I wasn't. I got something even better and all it took was a decade of repressed feelings. She said that she could pick up on how much I longed to be something more with Brittany. "But", she said, and I'm putting this in exact quotes because she told me to, "When there's a will, there's a way. And both of you had too much will to let either of you wallow in your despair forever." There. Now you're immortalized in what is essentially a literary sex tape interspersed with personal moments. Are you happy? Let's get on to the actual meat of my various taboo escapades. Maybe after this all-encompassing emotional high subsides, I'll have more therapist's insight to discuss, but until then, it's smoo-ooth sailin', baby!
Anyways, this whole thing took place two weeks from my last log, when Tom left me with that haunting taunt of an invitation before he and Uncle Riley shoved off to their dojo in the dead of night. That snide little remark drove me crazy for those two weeks. I mean, we easily dissolved any suspicion on my parents' part by saying all those scars and scratches were from a wild Pokémon attack, but 'I'll keep your secret if you come and train with us sometime later' was just a little foreboding and sounded a bit like blackmail. That suggestive bit at the end... he knew that Brittany and I were together both physically and romantically; he had the nerve, the gall, the balls, to drop an innuendo right after our unofficial consummation? He was waiting on me. No, hooking me, leading me, forcing me to come to him. Why did I ever have to have a hard-on for such a teasing bastard of a canine?
Part of it was that damn smile of his. That awful, arrogant, 'I know you want this' grin that he had whenever he got done with a difficult workout, whether it be an obstacle course or living opponent. Tom was hardly the cocky type, but he was confident and Brittany loves to remind me that I love confidence, especially when it just... oozes out of someone like it did with him. Fuck, I almost feel dirty writing this. I had everything any young man could ask for: supportive school, good grades, a nice home, loving parents, and best of all, a perpetually horny Luxray wife to have mind-blowing sex with. So, why?
Why did I want the muscley, lithe, Martial Arts master who could fold my clothes with me still in 'em when I had basically achieved The American Dream before I even graduated high school? I pondered that question with Brittany under the starry night, in an unzipped tent at the very edge of our property. The purpose of that tent, I will leave as a mental exercise for you, the reader. Anyways, the answer to my question eluded me until that fateful night, when Brittany answered my greatest wonder with a singular word.
"Cock."
"What?" I asked, wiping the insides of my ears to make sure I wasn't too plugged with earwax to hear.
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