It had been two days since the incident, and the three of them couldn't get the image of what had happened out of their heads. They dreamed about it each night, longing for more.
Although they all knew it was forbidden and far too risky to attempt again. And that was for 2 main reasons...
1. They could get caught and daddy jesus would not be happy
2. Boris J. Honson would probably die of exhaustion
So the three of them avoided eye contact at all costs, never being in the same room as each other, of course this was not always practical.
Martin and Boris found themselves in the spare office together... alone
fuck
that wasn't supposed to happen
Boris kept quiet, his eyes on the ground, but it was clear Martin wanted him. Sweat already glistened off his crusty forehead, dripping down his face and neck into a pool of slime just above his shoulders.
He slyly grinned and gave a wink
Boris was pinned against the table before he realised it, they were both quickly getting hard.. desperate to be satisfied
but then
Martin pulled away
he took a few steps back and started to mess with his grubby shirt collar
"what are you doing" Bozza asked
"you'll see"
He continued to pull at his shirt and the skin around his neck, he seemed to be in quite a bit of discomfort.
Martin turned his back to Boris, pulled off what looked to be a mask and turned around again, facing him
"Ronald Trump?!?!?!? My greatest enemy and reason for my eternal suffering?!?!?!" Boris screamed, he was furious
"It is i" replied Ronald " i wore this disguise and changed my name to Martin, i apologise for my past, and whilst i can not change it, i wish to spend my future making it up to you"
"but.. but nothing could ever make up for what you did to me, i-i could never forgive that" Boris stammered
"grow the fuck up, i only stole your wife and stabbed your 8th child... you didn't really like them anyway"
"that-that is not what i meant Ronald"
"huh"
"you broke my gold fidget spinner, for that i can not accept any apology, fuck you"
And with that Boris stabbed him, then spent some time alone whilst he fondled the body of Ronald.
rip
~I'm sorry...
This is surely the end of Ronald... or is it?
so um yeah, friendly reminder to give me some fucking ideas and to eat some food/drink some water/get to sleep
goodbye friends xx ~
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Noncey Martin & Friends
RomanceThis story is about a nonce called Martin and his life in a boys Catholic school I slowly start losing more and more sanity throughout this though Aight its a political love story now :3
