I looked around the table and no one gave away a hint. I looked at Tasha and she just sort of smiled with her mouth full of noodles. I went back to ea...ing when I felt it again.“OK. Who is playing with my leg?” I was a bit upset, that someone would play around like this at dinner.A chorus of “I’m not” came back at me. I was about to say something when I felt it again and I quickly looked under the table to see a huge yellow tabby rubbing against my leg, until I startled it and it took off. He then showed me a picture of two femboys he called them, and the one being fucked had a pool of cum on his dick and balls while he had a dick in his ass. I asked if he could really cum from being fucked instead of fucking and my friend said yeah a lot of guys prefer it that way. I didn't know what to think about that but he didn't elaborate how he knew so I let it drop.At this point he took his cock right out of his shorts and continued jacking without his shorts in the way. He suggested I do. As they walked up to his apartment the pain inside him was getting worse, he didn’t even realize he was shaking when he took out his keys. It seemed every girl before her was willing or begging right after this point but never had he imagined to be planning something this violent before. She was so innocent, so sweet, so naive to fall for this. ‘Almost there’ he thought to himself. As he let her into his apartment his mind went insane, she was asking him questions and he couldn’t focus, she. I discovered hair mousse, he discovered hair gel. We were both attractive, and everyone told us we should date. We simply laughed. I honestly never saw him as anything more than a friend for a really long time. I loved him like a brother. Just somewhere along the line, it became something more. One important detail I should mention is that Spencer had a hard life. His mother, an alcoholic, didn’t know who his father was. More often than not, after dinner I’d hear a knock on my door. It was.