Instant slash!
The darkness was all around as Remus walked through the Louisiana bayous down towards his sex hammock, random thoughts of hobo-licking crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Rayvyn Carmilla Blackheart had told him she often dreamed about God involved in spanking with a Devinesian devil , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Cox .
One day he would discuss his feelings with JD, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Cox masturbating himself with a speculum.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the toilet bowl brush he was carrying with him. Would Cox's vas deferens feel like that to his prostate gland?
What would Cox think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Jaffa cakes off Cox's beautiful gonads?
Remus rubbed the toilet bowl brush against his vas deferens whispering Cox's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his sex hammock but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Cox's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Cox had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. the Louisiana bayous was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Jaffa cakes he was carrying and leisurely scratched his vas deferens.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Remus calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Jaffa cakes and ran towards the sound of his shmoopy-pie cuddlekins's voice.
Cox stumbled through the darkness towards Remus. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his shmoopy-pie cuddlekins being attacked by a Devinesian devil. Was he about to be raped by Darth Vader dressed as God? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his prostate gland.
Remus, Remus, my shmoopy-pie cuddlekins, screamed Cox. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Remus leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the toilet bowl brush and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare gonads pointing in the air.
Cox! Remus gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? JD said you were in your sex hammock engaged in some hobo-licking with Rayvyn Carmilla Blackheart.
No, I was alone in my sex hammock with nothing but my speculum for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your gonads was, and how I would like to stroke my vas deferens against it, and have you kiss my prostate gland, and now I see your gonads for myself I realise that not even God has a gonads to compare with yours.
Oh, shmoopy-pie cuddlekins, JD said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Rayvyn Carmilla Blackheart.
What! That old Devinesian devil, I'd rather get involved in spanking with Darth Vader, a toilet bowl brush and Jaffa cakes than dream of hobo-licking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my prostate gland curl.
Oh, Remus!
Oh, Cox, my shmoopy-pie cuddlekins!
Cue soft music, sounds of hobo-licking and spanking, soft focus and fade.........
He had been shocked earlier when Rayvyn Carmilla Blackheart had told him she often dreamed about God involved in spanking with a Devinesian devil , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Cox .
One day he would discuss his feelings with JD, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Cox masturbating himself with a speculum.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the toilet bowl brush he was carrying with him. Would Cox's vas deferens feel like that to his prostate gland?
What would Cox think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Jaffa cakes off Cox's beautiful gonads?
Remus rubbed the toilet bowl brush against his vas deferens whispering Cox's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his sex hammock but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Cox's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Cox had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. the Louisiana bayous was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Jaffa cakes he was carrying and leisurely scratched his vas deferens.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Remus calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Jaffa cakes and ran towards the sound of his shmoopy-pie cuddlekins's voice.
Cox stumbled through the darkness towards Remus. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his shmoopy-pie cuddlekins being attacked by a Devinesian devil. Was he about to be raped by Darth Vader dressed as God? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his prostate gland.
Remus, Remus, my shmoopy-pie cuddlekins, screamed Cox. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Remus leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the toilet bowl brush and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare gonads pointing in the air.
Cox! Remus gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? JD said you were in your sex hammock engaged in some hobo-licking with Rayvyn Carmilla Blackheart.
No, I was alone in my sex hammock with nothing but my speculum for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your gonads was, and how I would like to stroke my vas deferens against it, and have you kiss my prostate gland, and now I see your gonads for myself I realise that not even God has a gonads to compare with yours.
Oh, shmoopy-pie cuddlekins, JD said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Rayvyn Carmilla Blackheart.
What! That old Devinesian devil, I'd rather get involved in spanking with Darth Vader, a toilet bowl brush and Jaffa cakes than dream of hobo-licking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my prostate gland curl.
Oh, Remus!
Oh, Cox, my shmoopy-pie cuddlekins!
Cue soft music, sounds of hobo-licking and spanking, soft focus and fade.........