The worst part is that keeping it a secret irl from everybody, makes it so much better…

Well..
so i had this friend from highschool who i sorta knew from primary. At high school we became friends. He was tall (6ft 4) goofy and a doofus with black brown hair and hardly and street skillz or sporting abilities. I.e He can ski and jump the wake.. just. But very good at music, math, english and history. He hung out with the nerds. But he became so much more. Im 6ft now, but at highschool i was pretty tiny, we looked so funny together because of our hights. I was blond, green eyed with a body to die for. We are both white males. I wasn’t overly muscular, but strong as and toned. I can do almost any thing sporting wise, im no Olympian, but i can run circles around most olympians anyway with my sharp intuition, quick wits, and hawk like cunning. Im pretty friggen smart too. Did i mention handsome and charming with a cheek u’ll love.. to hate… Anyway, back to the place where the s*** hit the fan…
yea so, mum was so proud of me, bit obsessive. But i was so fucked up as a child. I barely function today as it is. And at highschool i pitied my tall acquaintance, and we became goodfriends. I brought him into a world he could not reach on his own, as most of the school was divided into factions: the good the bad and the ugly. I was kind of diplomatic since I accepted and one, and colour, and size as long as we could get along it was fine. But sometimes i would look down on others just so I wouldn’t be ostracised from my diplomatic immunity knowing the ranks below would welcome me back with open arms, knowing that i was being weak treating them like dirt. We all do weak s*** sometimes. And so I nurtured my tall friend in the mischievous arts 🎭 of deception, cunning, craft, and seduction, thievery and other s***. The works! He was already obsessed with becoming a fighter pilot and dropping bombs on bagdad, and the movie sniper was on the top shelf next to fa18 hornet for mac. His parents were strict and good at raising him. But the devil had other plans. So going thru puberty and p*** mags together, and occasionally obtaining a firearm to my own displeasure, since guns were cake for me and at the same time i have no interest in them, i went along with his dreams and aspirations…aggghhh SIGH, FUK!!! And yes we got busted. But not by the police. By his mother. But thats not important, wats is important is the p*** saga and my obsession. My deeply disturbed obsession. The one that rewired my brain. The p*** era for our young adult lives mainly consisted of chasing the best tail and competing for male superiority with in our friendship. Since mother always tried to teach me that i was superior, i didn’t have any real concerns about who will be the main man between us as he happily followed me around wherever i may roam, and on occasion voice his disapproval of my selfishness.. pity.. and so in an effort to restructure his anatomy so he could compete with me, he started taking supplements and all sorts of s*** to get out of that chicken s*** outfit and make some real vaginal progress. Much to my amusement when he would walk in with his arms stuck in the t-rex position cause he tore the muscles so futilely, he couldn’t change, and was so doomed to accept my Alpha rain. After a deep depression, alcoholism, coming out of a psyc-ward he seemed better. He had dug deep and found his mojo. Actually his mojo was so intimidating that i started to get the feeling that i might be.. ..lacking. I actually liked his personality a lot, but that before he was self aware.. now he knew he ‘‘rocked’’ and i couldn’t help liking him even when i hated him. touche’! Now back when we were ‘unnamed’ because of our growing best-friend association with one another because such factional friendship’s were out deemed condemnable & outlawed by everyone, which was dark territory form me, but he was in his childhood element, during the p*** saga, we um.. saw one another’s.. thing.. Now, being young, something don’t immediately occur to the innocence of youth, and since we were neither gay nor bi, and really shunned it, on the other side he eventually turned to the only weapon he had which might penetrate my invincible fortress of solitude and confidence. So he suggested one day, about how this ulra hot blond chick (f*king hot!), (like.. dam..), would have better s** together! And being the inquisitive type, i tried to imagine what he might mean with that. Ok, so.. dam dam. Dammit! Omg, oh yeah!. S***… maybe he has a point since him and p*** stars have something in common. Not that he was hit by gamma rays and grown under supervision in some Hollywood government funded lab deep deep under the Washington monument over-watched by the pentagons finest female leaders -zee zgermans- , but he was just..perfect. Being german bred myself, I couldn’t disagree with the perfection i had be witness too, but it never dawned till now, it was buried depp within my physike, just waiting for the right time to strike.. and so the ‘war of the worlds began’. My p*** addiction had a new leader, some fascist neo nazi with bad documentation and underlying political agenda. But since i was instantly addicted, little to my knowledge however, I continued to hold share holders meeting and so win the hearts and minds of the women to my side. But not for long.. one ‘bye’ one their subconscious fascination with me was in redirected unto his intriguing onomatopoeic demeanour🧐. And i kept picturing and picturing the end of life as we know it. Countless woman going awol at my meetings. Thousands of unlicensed pregnancies, entire religions being raptured overnight. But i was just being paranoid, so they put me in a psych-ward for Führer observation. I eventually escaped only to find the love of my life, my mirror opposite, my wife, my soul mate haplessly and adorably cradling her womb with his seedy offspring. Stunned in shock i open my eyes and woke up. traumatised by the thought of ever getting married now, and the constant white noise in my head (like when u turn on the tv but there is no signal), I decided my p*** fantasy need new government. Immediately, IMMEDIATELY! Tho i hated him with all my soul, i just couldn’t get his evil d*** out of my head. His character was so entrenched in me that i wished i was a blond, green-eyed, perfect female😍 instead of the male ‘ken’ version of barbie that the universe had chosen before time began. I envied his so much. I couldn’t make up my mind whether i wanted to be him.. ..or barbie. Anyway, after about 2 years of thinking, talking, and being found of him, searching for his car and seeing his face everywhere i went, i was getting a little worried about where i and how i was going to end up in years to come & after the undertaker came to visit. And my d*** was already on overdrive. Maybe getting married wasn’t so bad after all, besides, i started to love hating him, and he’d be over to visit her.. us all the time.. sounds good… WAIT! WTH am I scheming!?, ‘Harvey dent’ was a schemer, and look where that got him! NO! something has to be done, but what. Wheres the delete key for unwanted images on my desktop and the x** e-bombs in my roaming. Where’s the anti-trojan program for deleting infected files from visiting bad p*** sites? How am i going to sort all this cuck out? …sigh… hes such a winner🤩🤩🤩, he’s has an diploma in ‘IT’, maybe i should beg him to help me out! And as for my future wife, i never get tired of hearing them, i never get tired of seeing them together as long as know one ever knows, not the family, not the kids.. justices t us 3. And he’s all ours, and we are forever loyal to the cause and stay the course. Nothing like a good Dicktator to govern said healthy marriage. I think i need brain surgery, get rid of the infected tissue and put the wires back in the right place if posable before my whole brain is overshadowed by this ‘evil d***’ & my very being is given over to him, and my entire life..err wife..!!! ..sigh oMg🤪☠️☠️☠️ Hey Mr 6ft 4’ with like no muscle’. ..can i borrow some dosh🧠…
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