He steps back away from me and I no longer feel the hardness of his cock. With his free hand I hear the familiar sound of a zipper being dropped and h... again presses up against my ass... I can feel the hardness and thickness of his cock even better as it is pressed against the thin material of my short skirt. He takes his hand off my waist and pulls my hand behind my back and lays it against his throbbing erection. I can feel the thickness of his cock and it is pulsating as his heart races. He had an irrational hatred of them all. He wished he could make them all pay for thinking they were too good for him. After several hours of shouting obscenities at the screen he decided to go to bed.That night, as he slept, he saw in his dreams a fiery portal. Out of the portal stepped a well dressed, attractive woman. "Hello John," she said, "I feel your hatred."John was confused. He didn't know this woman, or why she was talking to him. "I feed on your hatred. It makes me strong." She said,. As she saw the car pull up in the driveway, her heart was both aching with loss and fluttering with the anticipation of starting their relationship anew. As the front door opened she flew into Tim's arms her own arms around his neck, her kiss passionate. Oddly, he simply stood still, his arms still holding the suitcase and briefcase, his lips unresponsive. It was unlike Tim to stay angry, but obviously something was amiss. For a fleeting moment she wondered if he, somehow, knew of her. He told me that a friend at school had brought it up one day. He then asked, "Scotty, while we are watching the rest of this movie, could you rub my dick back and forth?" I replied, "Absolutely, as long as you do the same." He quickly answered, "Yes!" Being that we knew nothing about jacking off, we spent the rest of the movie moving our hands back and forth, rubbing each other's dicks. At the end of the movie, Jason turned to me and said, "We need to do this every weekend when you sleepover.".