Those Who Show Mercy, Don't Receive Any

Chapter 5: Such Gay Thoughts For Such a Straight Guy

Major Smut Warning: MatserBaiting :loudly-crying 

song sounds better at 0:46and it goes great with whats happening here 

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Craig Tucker

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Just as I left the bathroom a lot of things came rushing in me. Lust, anger, sadness, and jealousy. I wanted him to myself. I hated this, I wanted these feelings to stop, I wanted to restore myself. The medicine my mother gave me was useless. I wanted to cry, but I don't have any tears left. I sobbed them all out when I was in the sunflower field. I hated changing into my demonic form. Because I would feel like I'm out of control. I hated this feeling. I wandered into the guest bedroom, Tweek's clothes laying out on his bed. Clean ones at that. I then looked at the shirt I managed to sneak out of the bathroom. A green and soft piece of cloth. I smelled it. My hormones all over the place, his scent everywhere. It was driving me insane. I wanted it to stop.

I look down towards the green shirt. I looked around, maybe just maybe there was something I can do to ease these feelings. I looked over at the bathroom. I wanted to control myself. At first I prayed while I sat on the toilet seat. His scent is everywhere in this small space. Intoxicating.

"I can't do it anymore." I muttered out. I was so angry and embarrassed at myself for letting myself get out of control. My demonic form always does this so I refrain from fucking fighting. Because the adrenaline in me over takes and the side affects makes me so frustrated and lustful I fucking hated it. Once I looked down and saw something that I had feared the most. My dick was rock hard. Fuck. I started to panic and I tried to look for something to ease it. Tweek was making this worse. All I did was see him in such sinful ways. I disgust myself.

I was so fucking hard. All I could do was sob again. I hated this, I wanted out. But wouldn't it be more embarrassing if I walked out with a boner poking in my pants. I heard Tweek walk into the room. I turned the lights off as quickly as I could. Panting, sweating, and rock hard in a dark room was not a good combination. I then heard him shuffling outside. I cracked the door just enough to see him. His skin filled with scars on his bare delicate body, as he pulled up his pants. He then grabbed the shirt, looked at it and tossed it aside. Everything around me was so woozy all I could see was his slim waist. I wanted it all to myself just as I was about to reach out. I stopped myself from doing anything stupid that I would regret later on. As I saw him lay down on the bed. He pulled out a phone as he slowly looked at it. He then placed it on the nightstand, turned off the lights and headed to bed.

My fucking dick was throbbing , pulsating even. I wanted to die. I hate these emotions, these feelings. I stick my hand down my pants slowly touching the tip. It felt so good yet it felt so wrong. I could tell I was panting so fucking much, I think I was moaning even. With one hand I rubbed my dick and with the other I tried to keep the noises down as best as I could. I started to slide my hand up and down keeping a steady pace, and it was a real quick one, but it felt so fucking good, all I could think about was his waist and those scars. Before I could even let it out I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and ejaculated on it, a sticky milky substance. It's not the first time I've done something so sinful, but it was a unique one. I would think about a lady with nice honkers,or some random girl with big thighs..., but this time it was Tweek.

I'm so fucking gay and I can't deny it. It felt so mother fucking gross afterwards. Still feeling woozy I just walked out the bathroom, and plopped my ass right there. Right next to him. I could smell his scent. He smelled like vanilla beans, It's so sweet. I'm still wondering how he didn't wake up to me plopping right next to him. I faced his way and I just slowly wrapped my arms around him. I realized how weird it is to hug someone you might think you are gay for. I just don't get it. I masterbated to him and now I'm in the same bed as him. It's so weird and sickeningly sweet. I layed there staring at his face. His blonde messy hair, his small yet visible freckles. He was perfection. I layed closer to him and buried my head in his chest. Such a wonderful feeling.

I'm not sure if I even love him or if it was just the heat of the moment whatever It was, I know not to change into my demonic form for a very long time. No matter what. It's way too risky, even for me. I covered myself with the bed sheets and fell into a deep slumber. 

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I hated writing this chapter  -