[M][M] How did Paul Krugman get so bad?

Krugman was sitting behind his desk. He felt the tears well up in his eyes . After their last adventure, Krugman found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate real humans actually were. Krugman stared at a picture of a polar bear. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill him but at least it would be quick. Not a overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on him when he was at his weakest and darkest moment. When he needed his friends the most.

But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole . Krugman remembered fondly the day he discovered it. It was a tuesday morning he rememberanced. The memories surfaced before his mind’s eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before Krugman well knew it, a single tear welled up in his eyes and trickled down his cheek.
Because even when all his ‘friends’ betrayed him, there was one consistant factor in his life: John Cochrane.

And Krugman knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings Krugman had for John Cochrane were the only thing in this world that still felt true to him. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for John Cochrane.Their relationship would probably only ever be physical.

Alas, Krugman thought to himself hopelessly. Why must they battle? Why must Krugman be destined to destroy John Cochrane? Can he ever tell John Cochrane how much John Cochrane means to Krugman?

If only he could. Then all his pain would be over. No more betrayal. No more suffering under the laughter from Christy Romer (who told him she loved him, only to stab him right inti the heart at valentines day!). No, only John Cochrane and Krugman’s true feelings for Him.
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Krugman stopped and gazed into space.
Oh no.
It was happening; He couldn’t help thinking about John Cochrane again. He tried not too. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, – would not be- held back.
But like dozens of unstoppable lycanthropes they came creeping forward till they filled His brain;

John Cochranes smile shined like gold, as impressive as a mercury, it filled the skyscrapper and Krugman was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them.

John Cochranes eyes were like eyeballs.If you rolled them they would go quite far.

John Cochranes legs were like a long island iced tea. Straight and tight.

John Cochranes chest was like a Harpiess. Powerful and impossible to ignore.

How could Krugman not be helpless in the face of that?.
I mean, sure, Krugman and John Cochrane had sex with eachother before, when they met at a club once, but it was just a casual thing. One of many that night.
Before things got too messy Krugman snapped out of it. But the thoughts of John Cochrane would be back. Would He be able to resist next time?

And then, at the worst possible moment. It happened. Again.
Krugman gazed at John Cochrane.
It was impossible to resist this time. Like a unicorn Krugman was pulled towards John Cochrane. It was a like raid in a war. It was a like a sabre piercing through His heart. (and other lower regions of the body) It was a like magnets.
There was No resisting. No mercy. No Pants. No longer anything else mattered.

John Cochrane looked shocked and then…and then…not shocked. He had known all along.
Of course. How could Krugman have been so stupid? Those long looks at eachother,the times they gazed at the stars together, the candle lit dinners. The steamy showers.. The non stop sex.
It wasn’t just friendship. It never was. It was more and John Cochrane had known all along.
“I knew” John Cochrane said.
“oh” Krugman said, realizing all this for the first time.
But there was more…John Cochrane wasn’t pulling away. He was pushing tighter. Holding Krugman like a wild leopard.
At some point their clothes came off.
They got ripped in the process of the pashioning
He didn’t care. This is what He had needed for so long. too long. Week. maybe more.
But this was now now.
Krugman and John Cochrane together at last!
They canoddled like lovers and made love with their naughty bits.
They took it in turns inserting their bits into eachother. Krugman inserted his bit into John Cochrane. Then John Cochrane inserted his bit into Krugman. They repeated this a few times.(Toys were used)

Afterwards (when they had finished cleaning their bits)they looked at eachother as if for the first time and had a cigarette.
But they knew they must leave.
They didn’t want anyone to see.
Their forbidden love must remain hidden for now. Perhaps forever.
Krugman took one last look at John Cochrane.
“Goodbye my snuggly one”
“Love you too, my one and only Krugman”

And then they departed.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7g4y5x/mm_how_did_paul_krugman_get_so_bad