It was a nice summer morning in Furfuri Nagar. Motu had just come out of the shower, hair still wet, well whatever hair he still had on the back of his head. The drops of water still fresh on his body, they glistened in the morning sun's rays. Oh! How his dazzling body shined.

He called me over, "Patlu, could you come over here i can't reach my back could you wipe it for me?" in his signature brash but melodic voice. I was taken aback at first, Motu never asked me to do things like this. Shame and awkwardness worked in me, to see my best friend's bare back... I felt something tingling in my chest.

But I went anyway. Motu's my friend, I should help him. We're just two homies, there's nothing wrong with me wiping him down. Nothing wrong will happen, as I touch his perfect skin, as I put my hands on his back arching him ove...

What am I thinking, what's wrong with me?! Motu's like my brother, I can't think of these thoughts.
Motu called me again, "Patlu, bruh where you at? My back isn't gonna wipe itself, you know?" his voice had a tinge of annoyance. He had been waiting for quite a bit, I'd lost myself in my daydreams about him again. I'd forgotten him in my fantasies of him.

As I raced myself over to him, I thought to myself, I can't keep having these thoughts. Every day I get lost in my daydreams about Motu, what I'd do to that cholesterol filled man. How I'd fondle his fupa. I can't stop thinking about him. I can't keep doing this, I'll ruin our friendship this way.

When I got to the door of the room Motu was in, I peeked in. He was arched over on the foot-stand of the bed. He looked back and smiled at me, I couldn't handle myself at the thought that his mustache was angling itself at my presence. The fact that my mere presence made him smile, I couldn't take these feelings anymore. Something was filling in me, a feeling of pure white energy.

Motu told me come over here grab that towel and wipe him over, I went over to him. His back arched perfectly, his ass just waiting to be conquered, it was like it was looking at me, like it was calling to me. He said once again, "Bruh grab the towel and wipe me down."

I could hear what he was saying, but I couldn't bring myself to do what he told me. Too long I just did what my parents said, what Motu said, what society said to me. I need to have my Joker moment, everyone else is the problem not me.

I grabbed Motu's waist and I pushed it against my manhood, "What are you doing step-bro!" Motu said in an exasperated voice. I told Motu in the sternest voice I could muster, "We're not really related. My parents adopted you and loved you more than me. You are everything I wanted to be. Strong, lovable, beautiful and most of all happy. Why can't I be you?! If I can't be you, you'll have to be mine!"

As I grinded more and more into his hips, I felt something in my pants protruding into his plump bubble butt. Motu in tears broke down, "I can't take this anymore, I can't do this anymore"

I screamed at him, my anger at the world got directed at his innocent precious self, "Motu you have to take it, my penis has been throbbing for too long"

Motu broke down even more, "That's not why I'm crying. Everyone assumes I'm happy, just because I have a massive fupa and everything seems perfect about me doesn't mean I'm happy. Nothing matters to me, nothing brings me happiness, the only reason I drag myself out of bed is so I don't disappoint you Patlu."

Patlu arched his body over Motu's, wrapping his twinkly arms around Motu's man-boobs. Patlu as he nibbled on Motu's ears said, "It means a lot to me that I mean so much to you, to be the reason why you live life."

Motu spun around grabbing Patlu's bony ass he drove his greasy samosa oil emulsified fingers deep into his hips, "You dumbass, you'll never understand. I keep on living not because you make me happy, I keep on living because I can't bear to disappoint you. You never make me happy, you make me live. And that's why I hate you."

Patlu had a lot of questions, none of which he thought needed answers. Patlu didn't need reasons for why people did things anymore, he needed to take things into his own hands. It was time for Patlu to stop being himself, to be someone else, someone better than him. Patlu in a fit of superhuman strength lifted Motu's thighs and as he looked into straight into Motu's eyes.

They were just breathing hard and staring into each other's eyes, they could say nothing. Motu then suddenly glanced at Patlu's lips it wasn't intentional, it was instinctive like it was something that he couldn't control. The second that it happened, he looked up back onto Patlu's eyes, his mouth was slightly agape because he was shocked at what he just did. All in that same moment, Patlu went at Motu's lips. Patlu was biting down with the ferocity of a man that has been denied what it meant to be a real man. Motu at that moment, became an object of pleasure for him and nothing more.

Motu again succumbed to his basest pleasures and relapsed a moan. As Patlu and Motu both fell onto the bed, the kissing didn't stop at all. Patlu was a force of nature and Motu became lighter than a feather.