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|Hi, my name is Bonner Hendrix. This is my personal detail of events from my recent life of insanity. I started this log because I have a lot of things to tell, and nobody to tell them to. Nobody who I can really tell the whole story to, anyway, but you. This story is going to sound incredibly impossible to you, but trust me, it�s true. You don�t know me, you won�t know me, and if you saw me on the street you wouldn�t think a second thing about me.
I�m a computer geek by trade, but not by nature. I grew up in the rich yuppie-infested town of Boulder, Colorado. Only� My parents weren�t yuppies, or rich. I was the poor kid who�s dad was a carpenter that built things for rich people and who�s mom sold used cars. No, they weren�t the �kind, sweet, and gentle� kind of parents either. I was abused by my alcoholic father and ignored by my errant mother for as long as I can remember and until I moved out on my own when I was 15. I learned how to be tough and how to provide for myself and I also learned that I was good at something� computers. I barely finished high school on my own and began a career just in the field of general concrete construction. I quickly learned the ins and outs of construction while also gaining some valuable muscle mass working hard in the field. Not a lot of muscle, mind you, but enough to at least not be a super-wimp anymore. Through hard work and determination I earned my way up the ladder quickly into management, and eventually, into being a professional computer geek. I never did go to college, but I proved myself into this job and now I run the IT department for the large construction company that I used to set rebar and build forms for.
I�m 30 years old, 6�4� tall, 260lbs, and moderately chubby � desk jobs killed my physique. I�m no weakling, but I�m far from �buff� or �gym ripped� or anything describing those hot guys. I do go to a gym 3 times per week to lift weights and I�ve made some very modest gains, but nothing spectacular� and I have the hardest time losing that spare tire. Nobody notices me or my body anyway because I�m just the computer geek. Not that there is that much to notice anyway. For years and years I�ve sat idly watching after, lusting after, and being incredibly jealous of all the buff guys in the world. Not understanding why I couldn�t be that hot. Wishing my genetic mix was different or that I could somehow be that person with that body worth admiring. Boy do I wish I knew 20 years ago what I found out about my *true* genetic mix only 4 months ago (just one day before my 30th birthday).
I�m so good at my job that I spend � my days at work secretly online on various muscle web sites and chat rooms just finding people to talk about my obsession with. That obsession I speak of for strength, power, and handsome bodies. Sure, I�m not so bad looking. I mean, I don�t like myself, but I�d had a couple �hookups� with gay guys that wanted to suck my dick. They seemed to like me ok, although I always felt like I was under-impressing when we actually met in person. I had never actually even had sex with any guy (before 4 months ago), and only a couple rare women on my way up. Nobody ever caught or questioned me while doing this at work because, well, I run the IT department � who�s to catch me? Besides, I�m too smart and cautious for them to figure it out anyway.
About 4 months ago, I�m online in this �muscle growth/evolution� chat room on yahoo just talking about the usual shit with some of the other �regulars� of the room, and this new guy comes in �popeyehunter�. I don�t say anything to him and he doesn�t say anything to the rest of the room� but a few minutes later he sends me an instant message:
popeyehunter: �Hey dude, nice profile. You are HOT.�
And I�m all �Yeah right, in my dreams. What do you want? Money? I don�t pay for sex.�
�No. No not at all. I couldn�t help but notice� your real name, it�s Bonner? Bonner Hendrix?�
�Yeah, what�s your point? I�m not afraid to show my real name or picture on my profile � UNLIKE some other people�
�dude I�m sorry, I just can�t be known in this forum. Please don�t hold it against me. I love your name and I promise you won�t mind my anonymity when you find out what I�ve got for you. Just a couple more questions, please?�
�oh sure, why the hell not. I�m just wasting time here anyway. Go on.�
�Your dad, his real name was Steven P. Hendrix? And your grandpa, P. Everett Hendrix Jr.?�
�What the fuck? How the hell did you know that? Are you some kinda stalker or something? I�m warning you bud, I�m not too bad at hacking these computers. I�ll track you down and kick your ass for invading my life. What�s it matter anyway, that fucking dysfunctional bastard killed himself about 3 years ago last time I heard, good riddance. You a fuck-up friend of his or something?�
�no no� no� nothing like that. Please don�t be offended. I just, I know a lot of things about a lot of people. I bet nobody ever told you what the �P� stood for either, did they? Nobody ever spoke that part of the name, did they?�
�How in the FUCK could you know that? What do you want? I don�t care what P stands for� pieceofshit for it matters now.�
�I just. I need to meet you. I really need to suck some cock and I was told that yours is nice and thick. I have a photographic memory and I�ve spent years memorizing genealogy tables so that I can try to woo people into letting me suck them off. Yeah, I�m that pathetic, truly. Seriously � I just, I just wanted you to want me. That�s all� nothing bad or scary or anything. Please?�
�This is weird as hell and still pisses me off. But� what the hell, I�ve got nothing to lose. Worst thing is you could kill me or something and, well, I�m not too concerned about that. Besides, I just have this sense about you that you�re �ok�. Hehehe� you pathetic little gay boy.�
�oh thank you thank you sir! I will worship you like you�ve never been worshiped! I promise! Plus� I�ve got a little surprise that I know you�ll like.�
�Whatever, just tell me how to find you so I can fuck your ugly face and get on with it.�
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