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The former Oakland Raiders football player and Bachelor star has come out as gay in an exclusive pre-taped interview on Good Morning America, reports ABC. “I’ve ran from myself for a long time. I’ve hated myself for a long time,” Underwood tells GMA. Adding that he went through “dark and bad” times before being ready to come out. Underwood says that he has known he was gay from an early age, describing feeling “different” from the other boys and in his teens experiencing attraction to other men. Growing up in the Catholic Church, Underwood says he was taught early on that being “gay is a sin” forcing him to hide his true feelings. When Underwood was named as the Bachelor, he says he remembered “praying to God” and “thanking him for making me straight,” thinking the experience would lead him to finding a wife and starting a family. When asked if he feels as though he’s misled the women from his season of The Bachelor, Underwood is apologetic and wishes he hadn’t dragged other people into the “mess of figuring out who I was”. Underwood says he has had a variety of responses to coming out, but is thankful for the love and support he has had from friends and family. Prophetically, actor Billy Eichner joked that Underwood could be the “first gay Bachelor” when appearing on the show in 2019. Underwood is reportedly filming an unscripted Netflix series, following his life as an openly gay athlete with Olympian Gus Kenworthy as his ‘gay guide’.

“Mr. Steel, we’re ready for you,” a voice said through the dressing room door. Derek opened the door. A crew member standing there in the hallway gasped. His eyes went wide at the sight of the Derek. “… this way p-please S-sir.” Derek followed, walking down the hallway in a plush white robe and white briefs Dad briefs. The crew member stopped at a door, knocked, and opened it. He motioned for Derek to enter.And Derek entered. Derek strode confidently to a bright turquoise blue stage area where the photographer was waiting along with the other model, Billy. There were a dozen men in the room manning all kinds of photo and video equipment. Billy looked up at Derek and tried to hold a game-face. But there was just no way-- no way he could act tough enough to stand up to the huge muscle God approaching. Derek said nothing. He stood motionless, allowing the cameras to do their best in recording the moment. Then he smiled at the smaller Billy. As his smile melted away, his chest rose. A thicker than life set of pectorals and all Billy could do was stare. The cameras suddenly started to click away. It was an intense moment of intimidation that Billy could never have imagined coming. His eyes still locked to Derek’s glorious chest, and they were mesmerized on the hugeness, thickness and pure muscularity of the pectoral muscles. He just kept staring at the chest that hung in front of him. It was as if it was suspended in air-- floating, as it were, in front of his face. And indeed, Derek’s pecs pushed out so far-- even totally relaxed-- that his nipples nearly faced the ground, and the overhang of his pectoral plate looked like something a rock climber would have had a hard time navigating. And that was just his chest! Derek’s deltoid and trap development made Billy depressed with envy. The shoulders that stood before him were way beyond the reach of this guy, and he knew it. Billy had always believed that his arms were one of his best features. But looking at Derek’s bazookas made the guy feel faint. He found it difficult to believe how a human could possess guns so huge and well-defined the fact that it was a middle aged man blew his mind even more. Billy’s eyes moved downward over Derek’s abs-- just amazing. Lower, to his narrow waist-- to his gargantuan legs. And then there was that freaky huge cock in his tightly whiteies. “Billy, this is Derek,” a voice from the darkness said. “Derek, this is Billy,” The photographer continued. The two men shook hands: Derek, with his usual confidence; Billy, with a new-found envy. N-n-n-nice to m-meet you, Billy awkwardly blurted out clearly intimidated by the man. They broke their handshake and looked into the lights, shading their eyes to peer into the darkness to get further instructions. “Okay,” the photographer said, “Just start talking to each other. Get to know each other. This is a lifestyle magazine but this issue is all about muscle. Feel free to pose for each other… we’ll just start shooting now.” “Fuck” Billy blurted out, “You’re huge! How come I haven’t seen you around before?” The Muscle Daddy smiled. “I’m a retired business man. I just started doing this for fun.” Derek bounced his chest which caused Billy to feel majorly teased yet inferior. Billy now stands up straight trying not to be outdone sizing Derek up says “Well, I’ve been doing this a while, I could help show you it works.” “You can?” Derek said with a slight patronizing tone. Billy laughed uncomfortably as Derek turned his attention to a mirror. Billy’s eyes were wide looking. Again, he stared at all of Derek’s big, bulging muscles and especially Derek’s huge visible cock outlined in his white Dad briefs. It was both long and thick even soft. Derek looked down at Billy’s own underwear and clearly saw a boner forming. The guy’s cock wasn’t huge by any means, but it was steadily thickening with every passing moment he stared at Derek’s magnificent physique. Billy feels unprepared and caught off guard by his feelings became clearly flustered. Derek smiled and put his hand on Billy’s shoulder. “It’s okay, buddy, it’s gonna be a good shoot.” Derek comforted. “It’s perfectly normal.” He raised his other hand and put it on Billy’s other shoulder. Billy looked up into Derek’s piercing devilishly handsome eyes. God, his face was striking and masculine. Billy’s boner continued to grow. “Okay, let’s have you give us a one-arm biceps pose, Billy,” the director said. Billy summoned his composure and faced the lights and cameras. He lifted his right arm and flexed it. “Derek, stand behind him.” Derek obliged, moving his huge physique behind the Billy. Billy continued to hold his flexed arm up in a tight, hard pose, occasionally lengthening it and then bending it again, causing the vein-lined muscles to bulge. His confidence was only interrupted when Derek, standing directly behind him, put his big hand on his biceps, feeling it. Billy looked back at Derek’s smirking face. “Nice arm, champ,’ Derek smiled. “Hold that pose, man,” he said. He brought his own, massive arm up and flexed it, right behind Billy’s. His giant biceps formed a split peak that was head and shoulders higher than Billy’s, while his triceps muscle-- the size of an over-stuffed football, clearly hung inches lower than the smaller man’s triceps. The whole of Derek’s mammoth arm completely framed Billy’s arm. Billy scoffed and lowered his arm, humiliated. Derek kept his arm flexed, and lifted his other one and flexed it as well. Billy turned and faced Derek’s unbelievable body and stared-- wide-eyed. “Come on, buddy,” Derek smiled as he posed, “You’re supposed to be posing with me, not watching the show.”The cameras clicked and whirred as Billy watched. Finally, Billy turned around and resumed posing, although he wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as he had been, his envy couldn’t block out his sexual attraction for Derek and he found himself arching his butt out towards Derek’s crotch as an offering only to be ignored. Side by side Derek and Billy went through the same posing routine. Pose for pose, Derek completely out-gunning Billy at every turn. “Okay,” the director’s voice from behind the cameras interrupted, “Billy, turn and face Derek again, but this time, let us see some of your face-- just part of the side of it. Look at him, but turn your head a bit so we can see your reaction.” Billy obeyed, reluctantly. Derek resumed posing: double bi, most-muscular, side-bi, chest, lat-spread. Then Derek tugged down on his white briefs to adjust, for a split second exposing just a bit of the trunk of his massive cock. Billy stumbled over practically fainting. Any composure or control Billy thought he could hang onto flew out the window as Billy was now in a trance, completely hypnotized, taken over by his lust for The Daddy God. Completely aware but unable to stop himself, the next thing he knew he was at Derek’s feet, after stumbling, kissing Derek’s feet. When he looked up, he was taken with Derek's monstrous bulge was with its proud owner standing over him, legs spread far apart, his hands on his hips. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, and it was causing his mouth salivate. Not only the length of it but its massive thickness intrigued him. If he wrapped both his hands around it, most of it would still be uncovered. And that huge mushroom head, so perfectly proportioned... so inviting. He wondered if he could get it all in his mouth. Looking up at the muscle God who was still posing like a pro as the photographer continued taking shots of the scene. Billy was so hot and horny, he was beside himself with one all consuming desire, to feel that monster cock in his mouth... and up his butt. He was overcome by the sheer might, the magnetism, the raw power and energy of the muscle God and he now saw him simply as his master. “You're incredible!" he sighed, now kneeling and feeling up Derek’s calves and quads. The dickmitized Billy’s own dick kept throbbing as it steadily continued oozing pre cum. "Simply incredible! I’m besides myself, I've never seen anyone so impressive, all powerful, so mammothly muscular. I'm overwhelmed!" He was being sensually driven insane. Every move Derek made captivated Billy. "You're driving me crazy." He looked pleading at Derek as if to say... fuck me... take me and relieve this erotic wanton torture. “Get a hold of yourself kid. We have a job to do.”Derek said while doing front lat spread. But Billy couldn’t get a hold of himself. The only thing he wanted to get a hold of was Derek’s monster cock. Derek’s cock, like all of Derek's magnificently muscled body, cast a spell of wanton lust over him. The next thing he knew he was up on his knees with both pairs of his lips stretched to the breaking point with his mouth lips deep throating Derek’s big muscle meat and his legs and spread wide opening his hungry hole. He sucked... licked the cockhead, worshiping it with his tongue...slurping up all the pre-cum that smothered it. Eagerly he began to devour this massive fuckpole, taking it farther into his horny, hungry mouth and throat, licking, sucking all the way until he had consumed the cock to the hilt. Again and again Billy swallowed the monstrous cock, licking, sucking it all the way down and back up. Ravenously licking the precum off on the pull out.. The daddy remained unfazed, still through the posing routine. His body remained rock solid ... there was no sign of any trembling. Even when Billy invaded his cum slit with the tip of his tongue Derek had no reaction. Billy continued deep throating and gagging on Derek’s huge cock in front of everyone while Derek just casually kept up his posing and the cameras kept shooting away until 20 minutes later Derek, on his own time, decided to get into it and started slapping Billy’s face hard with his big cock and started to fuck Billy’s face; making billy choke. Like a moth to a flame Billy kept returning back to Derek’s cock and didn’t stop sucking until Derek finally busted 30 minutes later, half going in Billy’s mouth and down his throat, the other half busting in Billy’s face.

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Most male coaches and gym teachers pay much more attention to the male students as they relate more with them and have a shared male bond but with Mr. H it had a different feeling when he did it. In fact any time someone would talk about their girl issues near him he would make a sour face. Not much was known about the guy other than his first name was Billy, that he worked tirelessly on his body in the gym and had a pet snake, a boa constrictor named Johnson. He was never married and, he says he’s from our town but he moved to Palm Springs for a while. I never saw him in my building since I was in 8th grade but my brother would tell me stories about him. One was that he would hookup with students after school in the equipment sheds a distance from the school fields that I only ever saw the janitor use during school and after school hours. The rumors were never proven, and I continued to hear my brother telling me what new rumor he heard for the week as I grew older. I would hear scandalous rumor after scandalous rumor up until l was nearing my 18th birthday but since there was never any proof to the claims, I never believed them completely. I thought Mr. Herrington was just a teacher with a nice body but then I started to notice thingss along the way. A lot of things. Like certain delicate mannerisms and movements, a certain swish to his hips when he walked and whenever there was a masculine alpha male in the room he would always awaken with this wiry energy and was always attentive to the man in a watchful and adoring way that you can tell felt natural yet there was an underlying envy there like he wanted to be that. But the signs that caught my attention the most were things like him staring down my crotch and quickly turning away when I was turning my head in his direction. It happened so often that in these unspoken quiet encounters I would start inconspicuously playing with him in my own way by stretching my arms out in a yawn and then doing a flex to see if he would steal a glance, which he would. “Yeah come get some bitch,” I would think to myself. I don’t usually call people that, even in my head, but it just felt right. He was bigger than me, but you couldn’t convince me of that especially not in those moments. So yeah, it was something but not exactly proof of anything. He could very well just be checking my progress as a gym teacher does. Even tho Mr. Weismann would be more likely to check himself out. 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Oh well, they’re still a lot easier to deal with than those fucking teachers. Ugh. Now what am I suppose to do with my night? Go back to pretending to give a shit about football and get nothing out of it yet again? That fucking Frank! What a tease he is. Walking around in those tight shorts, huge bulge clearly visible like how am I not suppose to not notice that? Helen Keller would notice that! Ok, just calm down billy, this is what got you in trouble last time. He’s a freakin’ teen. It’s fine.” He said calming himself down and confirming some of the rumors that my brother told me a long time ago and I had the entire thing now on tape uploaded to cloud. And I felt kind of dumb for ever even being skeptical about the rumors in the first place with what I’m seeing. Also confirmed, was the teacher stalking rumor. And “just like your Dad”? Was this some weird revenge conquest from his old high school days? Either way, he’s kind of a creep. But most importantly, a creep with a dick-hungry ass. “Fuck it.” he said. “If I’m not getting any dick tonight then I might as well get a different kind of hard tool.... Mr. H grabbed a sledge hammer pulled down his formfitting Adidas track suit pants and positioned the hammer so the rubber handle was facing upward. He took some motor oil laying around from a nearby shelf, pulled down his pants, opened his ass with one hand and smeared some on and inside his butthole with the other hand and began to finger himself for a few minutes. He then put the hammer in place in a sturdy wedge, bent over slightly at a 60-degree angle with one hand opening his ass crack and began to take aim at the hammer with his slit covered in motor oil. That’s when my phone began to ring. The startled, Mr. H was unable to run without tripping and he forcefully fell face down ass up to the floor with his motor oil-dripping hole exposed. Ouch! "Fuck!" He said groaning while picking his dirty flushed red face off the saw dust covered wood panel floor. Chapter 6: Exposed I came out of my hiding spot. “You alright? Looked like it hurt" “What are you doing here Todd? You shouldn't be here." he said with a frenzied and pained expression. “Hmmm...what about Gabe? Should he be here?" He looked at me frantically, in too much pain to let the embarrassment sink in"...What did you hear?" "Everything..." He looked distraught as if the shame had quickly settled in but he knew he couldn't do much without outing himself. He finally gathered himself, wiped his motor oil leaking hole and looked toward me and then brazenly down at my crotch like I would often catch him doing during school, only he didn’t look away now as he had already been exposed. “Look, we don’t have to tell anyone about this right? He said with his penis out while covering his nipples. “That you give preferential treatment to students?” Powerless, stuck and stunned speechless, he began to whimper. “Todd, come on.” He wiped the tears from his face and walked over to me in small steps as his underwear and pants were still around his ankles. It was actually kind of comical especially since he was forcefully trying to be seductive but it wasn’t working. He just came off pretty pitiful and douchey especially with his lips pursed and face still mucky and red from the earlier fall. But don’t get me wrong, I’m still turned on and ready to fuck him. ”You’re one of my favorite students.” He said while slightly grazing the crotch of my pants with his fingers. “So how about we discuss this over dinner and a movie back at my place.” He said while now grabbing my bulge. Even though I was disgusted with how he treated my buddy Gabe with his corruptive and vindictive ways, knowing that Mr. H was not a nice guy after all, I still agreed because unbeknownst to him I had all the leverage as the video of him he didn’t know about was already saved in the cloud and he couldn’t manipulate me. And as big as Mr. H was, threatening he was not. This is an actual outfit he wore on casual Friday. I think that he thought he was masculine enough to not look gay in it, but like I said before there were signs. Leopard printed, strawberry embroidered signs. So yeah, he has a softer yet tacky quality to him. A downplayed feminine nature hiding beneath an outwardly false bravado which was really being highlighted now that he’s exposed. So yes, a total non-threat. A bit creepy but not threatening. And besides, I came there to get some ass, not to expose an ass clown. He pulled up his pants. “Ok meet me on Hilltop Ave in 10 minutes. I’ll pick you up. We can’t be seen coming out here together.” That works for me. Chapter 7: Entering The Snake Pit I left the shed and went to Hilltop Ave, and he was there waiting for me. He picked me up, and we drove to his apartment, not more than 20 minutes from school and around 30 from my house. Once inside, I realized that his apartment was a studio, and his bed was right there with the snake enclosure and Johnson the snake inside it across from the bed below the flat screen that was already on. So you have Netflix or?... He interrupted me with his tongue in my mouth and started kissing me. I was a bit startled but I kissed back. His 7 inch cock bulge was visibly hard poking out through his pants. I felt my own dick begin to grow to full mast. He noticed and kittenishly smiled looking down and then back up at me, "Guess you are into this?". He came closer to me, breathing heavier and we began to make out. I began to grab and play with his ass. “I’ve had my eye on you since 8th grade Mr H.” “Oooooh lala, 8th grade!?” He groaned and moaned in my mouth as we continued our make out session. He scurried on to getting his clothes off as I started taking mine off too. With a wide-eyed grin he eagerly took his pants and socks off before he turned around, got down on his knees on the bed eagerly opening his ass exposing his seasoned puckering hole to me. I spanked him. “Fuck!” He said in a blatantly horny shriek. I spanked him again, much harder this time. He looked taken aback by the force of that one, clearly surprised by my roughness as he asked me if I was a virgin on the car ride. But he eventually shook it off and before he could return back to his lustful and joyous state. In just my underwear I started dry humping his ass while nibbling his ear which drove him crazy. Then I abruptly jammed my pointer and middle fingers in him. His eyes grew wide. His energy that I was going to be some virgin he was going to pilot was starting to fade. Something instinctively just told me I should be treating him like this. I took off my underwear and by the time I was completely naked, he was mesmerized by my hard 9 inch cock. He had that look, the same cock-hungry dickmitized crazed look he had in my fantasies, he was licking his lips with wide eyes full of distressful lust and desperation, my cock pulsed and produced some precum while he stared at it in a bewildered daze of admiration and astonishment. Seeing my big cock in the reflection of his wide open thirsty eyeballs turned me on. Plus the scrapes on his face from his fall had subsided so that was good. “You know Todd, I’ve had my eyes on you for a while too and I could tell you were packing heat but this thing is fucking beautiful. This is kind of embarrassing but to some of my friends in my gay Facebook groups I would refer to you as Hot Rod Todd." Cringey. He asked me to lay on the bed to give me a blowjob, and I obliged. He grabbed my dick examining it in awe. “It’s so big.” He made out with my shaft like it was a melting ice cream cone. He then grasped my balls with his other hand and began to swallow my cock. I laid back and got comfortable while he began the oral worship of my large cock while I began to watch whatever was playing on the tv. It was Man Of Steel. Nope nope and nope! Now I’m starting to picture it’s Henry Cavill I’m hooking up with. I grabbed the remote and turned the tv off quickly. I didn’t want to bust before losing my virginity. Getting oral is one thing but fucking is the main goal.He kept his eyes on mine and then onto the prize as it disappeared in his thirsty mouth. He moaned and groaned as he felt my cock expand in his velvety throat, "You like this?" He asked as he again took me down to the pubes and then pulled out, tears in his eyes and spit on his chin. “Yeah but who said you could stop?" I abruptly shoved it back in his throat making him choke on it. A subtle mix of fright and lust was now on his face but mostly lust as he continues to gag. “Damn Todd” he said while staring at my big dick in wonderment after giving him a moment to recover. Irresistibly got on the floor so he could have a better worshipping angle went back to sucking it and he began to play with my balls before licking and sucking them, my cock was all over his face and my precum in his eyes balls as he licked and sucked on my huge balls. Chapter 8: Inside The Snake Pit "You gotta give it to me, Todd.." He said as he continued to lick my dick appreciatively. "You already have it." "No, I want it in me... fuck me with the biggest cock in the senior class."He took off his briefs and assumed the position on all fours bent over sticking his ass out toward me, "God, I want it bad... fuck me."I got up, he kneeled over before me at my feet again worshipfully. I gave him a hard spank, then yanked him by his hair dragging him up and toward the edge of the bed and forcefully hurled him onto the bed. His hands spread his cheeks to allow me better access to his ass. His cheeks and asscrack were now sweaty from anticipation, his parched concave hole and lips very accessible and open. I may have been a virgin, but I knew the differences between a tight hole and a worn one when I see one. It’d clearly been through some trauma but definitely not to the point where he lost sensation but accommodating to say the least. He moaned as he felt me begin my assault on his ass. "Aww yes, fuck me, fuck me you big cocked fucker. Give me that cock! Fuck me!" I grabbed his ankles and spread his legs as far as they’d go, pushed his upper body down and face down into the pillow, pried his ass up toward me and went in as hard and fast as I could. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and the only thing he was saying was " Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" Followed by wild wails and deep moans and what sounded like he was speaking in tongues. I’m sure his neighbors heard his loud helpless sex cries of pain and passion. It went on for hours, changing positions as I saw fit. He was just as grateful to have me as I thought he’d be. He was a cock-hog but I was his owner and he was in my slaughterhouse. I made sure he knew it too. I made sure he knew who was in charge, not letting him get any control and making him my bitch in each position I put him in. Roughly jamming my hard cock in and out repeatedly while he’s laid out and pinned down onto his stomach smacking the bed frantically like he’s trying to tap out of a wrestling match only he was losing this wrestling match to my pole. But if I did stop fucking he would beg me to stick it back in so those taps must mean something else. “For someone who is so eager for it, you sure take dick like a little bitch.” I said before doing a double bicep pose. The one that he loved staring at when I did it in gym class only this time his face is smashed down in a mattress. “Take it bitch! Take it!” More inaudible screams, heavy panting and crying “fuck” repeatedly. I think even his snake was shaken up by the display of sexual dominance. Even when he was riding me, I took away all his control by spanking the living daylights out of his ass and only letting him go up and down on it until I allowed it. Most of the time vigorously thrusting up sporadically, never letting him get comfortable or get a rhythm going like I would see when pornstars ride cock. But for some reason what really stunned him the most was when I accidentally said “yeah fucking ride it Mr. Weismann!”. His eyes got wide and angry. Ok, clearly I hit a nerve but this one was not on purpose and Mr. could tell so why make it a big deal. It was Mr. Weismann after all. I heard him whisper under his breath “I fucking hate that guy!” What?! Mr. Weismann was the best! Nicest guy I knew. And the hottest right next to Coach Frank! And picturing him made me harder so if anything I was doing Mr. H a favor. A few more minutes of fucking went by and he settled down. And Soon, I was shooting my load in him the same way I started on him, doggy style. He lets out an intensely sharp yelp right before and during the time I unloaded in him to whom I exclaimed “That was for Mr. Weismann !”during. With his hands on his chest, he had shot hands free all over his own torso minutes prior to my nut. It took him a minute to come down from the fuck and he just laid there conquered staring at me mesmerized with a stunned bitterness yet complete admiration and love at the same time. "Fuck...you are amazing Hot Rod Todd. Was that really your first time?" "It was." I said as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I pulled out as he let out a sighing moan and laid on his back until he was breathing normally. He played with his used hole. "You’re incredible!" He said looking up at me with a dopey looking smile." Thanks. I guess I’m a natural." I said stretching and gathering my things. He had stopped playing with his cummy hole and wiped the cum on his chest before he got on his knees and cleaned my gradually settling cock with extra care and siphoning the cum out onto his face and in his mouth eating it. Chapter 9: Todd On Top "I mean, you are going to let me play with this cock from now on? You get a woody in class, you are feeling frustrated, or you just want to fool around, you just come and find me. My ass is yours, and I live to serve you and I will never be satisfied unless you get this gorgeous monster in there again. I'm your bitch from now on." He continued to suck me clean. “If I say no are you going to punish me in class?” "Todd, I'm serious, you and l need to continue this.” He said while taking a sucking break. “Or else what?” I interrupted. “....What do you mean? You don’t want to continue this?” He proceeded yet again going back to sucking my dick but this time more in an attempt to persuade me farther before I stopped halted his head with my hand. “I just want to know what will happen if I say no?” “Look you son of a bitch I...” I pulled out my phone interrupting his temper tantrum and played the video of him in the shed talking to Gabe. He was dumbstruck. “What were you saying?” “Oh nothing.” “That’s what I thought beotch. Oh, you’re for sure my bitch now alright and I’ll have you and be done with you when I see fit and if you do ANYTHING I don’t like I’m sending this vid to anyone and everyone. You got it Mr. bitch?” “Yes sir” “Good. Now go make me dinner bitch. This is my shit now. I smacked his face hard with my cock but what I didn’t see coming was him falling off the bed in his startled state making a loud crashing thud next to the bed. For a quick second before the smack, he had his mouth agape like he thought he was getting more dick to suck. It was amusing to see mostly because I knew he deserved it. I couldn’t help but be proud that this was how my manhood was beginning; by giving a corrupt teacher their just do and putting him in his place like he deserved to be. I went to the couch as he recovered himself and got up, spanking him on his way to the kitchen as he looked back to ask me what I’d like him to cook he saw me playing Fortnite. A game, in the future, billy the bitch, formerly known as Mr. H, would suck me off countless times while many times playing with none other than...Gabe, who I would make billy apologize to the next day of course. Mr. Bitch wasn’t the only one in for a shock that night. Later that night after Netflix & Fortnite, while Mr. Bitch was gagged tied to the bed with his snake to keep him company and play with while on a break from attending to mine, I found a box full of pictures of guys from school with markings of our 18th birthdays on them, a second box with love letters to Gabe’s Dad and high school pictures where billy is a skinny looking dweeb with Gabe’s Dads picture with a broken heart around it. I also found a shrine to Coach Frank which that one I can’t blame him for. But the voodoo doll of Mr. Weismann I found! Wow! Not call. And he’s trying to take Mr. Weismann down? Good luck with that! Gabe and I got the easiest A’s of all time in that class to say the least but he never knew why “Mr. Herrington” was still so nice to him even tho he stopped giving him dick. But I did. “Oh, what’s your Netflix password?”. I turned on Man Of Steel and busted one out in under two minutes while billy bitterly watched from the kitchen in jealousy. Ahh, much better. And Just like that I had new crash pad, a new fuck bitch at my disposal and even another type of toy to play with: A new car. Yep, I made him give me his car. He rides the bus most days but sometimes I give him a ride when I feel like getting some road head, but always dropping him off a few miles to walk the rest of the way when the destination is school of course. Speaking of school, more good news, wrestling season is coming up and Mr. bitch has been a great jobber to practice on. Senior year rules! And you know what at least Mr. bitch at least is happy to have a steady dick in his life on a semi-regular basis (at my will of course) even if I still make him beg for it.

The song "The Rainbow Connection" was written by Paul Williams and Ken Ascher for "The Muppet Movie" in 1979 and sung by Kermit the Frog... I never saw the movie... but one of my best friends at the time did and it was her favorite song... after I heard it the song became one of my favorite too... as a matter of fact it still is. But the day I met my new friend was at the book store at The University of Hawaii... The University's football team adopted the name the Rainbow Warriors in 1974 that dates back to an upset game when a rainbow appeared over the football field... the name was dropped in 2000 from the men's teams who simply became The Warriors and because of public reaction was reinstated in 2013. We were both there to buy a rainbow pin... me because I wanted to use it to cover up the alligator on Lacoste polo shirts... my new friend wanted one because she loved rainbows and wanted to wear it with everything. Over the course of the next year our friendship developed as we drank coffee out of rainbow coffee mugs and while I drove around I had a rainbow sticker on the rear window of my car. As fate would have it we both wound up in the New York area and she and her brother and I went to the Olympic Games together in Lake Placid... I made her a batik of a rainbow and was told by her brother it still hung in her house up until she died... I'm bringing all of this up because as fate brought us together in Hawaii it pulled us apart but we still kept in touch and I thought of her often especially the days I wore the rainbow pin... and I'm assuming she did as well whenever she looked at the batik. If you have ever visited Hawaii you know that a rainbow in certain places is a daily occurrence... and after many years I have never taken them for granted or become cynical or blasé. To me they are magical in their own way and they always will be because of what they represent to me... They are very simple really and are caused by a reflection, refraction and dispersion of light in water droplets in the air directly opposite of the sun. In our dreams our unconscious defines them as the end of troubles followed by happiness and unconditional success... In symbols Iris is the Goddess of the rainbow and the messenger of the Olympian gods, the rainbow represents her path between the heavens and earth. The Navajo see it as sovereignty of all tribes joining together as one nation. The rainbow serpent in Australian Aboriginal myth is linked to the seasonal shift of humans reliance on water. The seven colors in the rainbow symbolize wholeness and the dream of life. The LGBT pride flag has represented gay pride since 1978, it has also represented the International Peace flag since 1961, The International Cooperative Alliance adopted the rainbow flag in 1925 and a similar flag is flown in Peru and Bolivia to represent the legacy of the Inca Empire. For me it represents all of these things but mostly it is a symbol of a friendship that started about 40 years ago and the skill set I have developed since then of having a friend and being one. Because of that rainbow pin and a single friendship that started I have found my way to people who we pushed each other to do better and aim higher and be better people in that we simply bring out the best in each other... in all of this I have been able to recognize the people who are all in and separate them from those who are just there at their convenience; by that I mean that it's a matter of the quality of the friendship and not a quantitive amount of time spent together... One of my favorite people in the world and I do not get to spend as much time together as we once did but we never miss sending each other a birthday or holiday card and we speak on the telephone several times a year... but when we are together it's as if no time has passed and thousands of miles have not separated us. Sometimes we fall away from people for whatever reason but if it's a real friendship we find our way back to each other eventually unaffected my time and distance. My feelings about who we become friends with and those we fall in love with are really quite simple... we want to be with these people because they make us love the person we are or what we have become from being with them. True love and real friendship are not always as easy to find and recognize as a rainbow... I feel like we find each other when the time is right in our hearts and somehow all the stars and planets are lined up just so... Don't give up if you have not found the person, place or thing or you that you are looking for... It takes time...but your circumstances, you, me and the world can all change overnight. Meanwhile if you look closely you can find some magic almost everyplace you are in the world... it's sometimes just a matter of looking at the world or your circumstances from a completely different perspective. Tulip Fiends--- The Netherlands I had the song Rainbow Connection rearranged ages ago and used it as an audition for a show and got the part and subsequently I think of the song and that friendship as one of my good luck charms .. I recorded it and it's still on my demo CD. "Someday we'll find it... the rainbow connection... the lovers, the dreamers and me!" Sometimes we make a connection with rainbows and/or people for reasons we won't understand for weeks, years, decades... or ever...

Cam McDaniel, Notre Dame football player, whose game photo went viral in October 2013 with captions like “ridiculously photogenic running back.” His helmet got knocked off during the play, but he continued his run anyway. More photos and explanation here: http://www.adonismale.com/forums/topic/257-gods-of-the-gridiron/#comment-2623