Yes very choice, more please

MORE NOW OP HURRY THIS IS QUALITY

>>28818062
hurry up op
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...In horror, I realize that my door is open. I forgot to lock it. Like a horror movie pan, I turn my head slowly to the right to see my two teenage cousins, Eileen and Laurie, giggling with their hands over their mouths. They had come to invite me out to spend time with the family.

Worldessly, I jerk into a protective stance. Bedsheets, where are the bedshets? I use them to cover my beany funpole while I concoct an explanation for being caught with lunch on my cock.

"MOOOOOM" says Eileen. "NO" is all I can squeak out before they both dash off like a couple of does into the forest.

I lock the door good. I mop everything up with the few napkins I have left and some water from my glass. Outside, I can hear only the muffled sounds of disappointment replying to the mocking reports of my condition.

No one comes to check on me for the remainder of the day. Not even mom. They don't want to make things worse. Everyone thinks I would rather masturbate with bean sauce than go outside and talk to my own family, and I don't have the guts to explain.

I had forgotten all about this. Really I had. But I'm all grown up now, and recently my uncle got me a job. One of my uncles who was at that party.

And things were going fine. I had a paycheck, my coworkers seemed to like me, I had hopes of moving up the ladder... and then one day things felt different. Like I was being laughed at, excluded. "It's all in my mind," I told myself. "It's just your old shut-in instincts telling you that others are out to get you."

And I believed that. Until one day, on my desk, first thing in the morning... was a can of baked beans.

And the morning after that. And the one after that.

I quit out of shame. I can still feel the adrenaline-soacked cleanup panic from that day. I can still hear the muffled voices from the other room, except now the "other room" is everywhere. I don't know how I'll ever get a job again. Or leave the house again.

But I gotta go. Mom's making me a plate.

>>28817568

you have been answered

You did it man