A Console Crusaders Fanfiction

One Wet Day

A moody Griff was walking down a poorly lit street somewhere in Germany. He had planned to meet up with Epic for the weekend but from the start of it, things were going wrong.

His train had been delayed several hours, and therefore he arrived late at his hotel.

Nearing the hotel, it began pouring like crazy. Griff, suitcase in hand, hurried to the hotel entrance. When he tried to open the door a hasty disgruntled old man pushed it from the other side. Griff got angry at this and thought to himself:

'It's like he's unaware of the fact how basic physics work.'

The old man showed an unexpected amount of strength and knocked Griff over, sending him flying to the ground. Griff was soaked head to toe and now he was on the dirty smelly mud stained floor in front of the entrance. The old man proud of his previous feat of strength yelled out,

"Suck my pendulous shriveled up old scrotum bitch!"

Then he scurried off into the night, laughing maniacally, like a fusion of Batman, Alfred and the Joker.

Griff got up and tried to salvage some of his luggage that apparently somehow got scattered all over the muddy floor. After desperately trying to clean himself up he pushed his shoulder up against the door to make his way into the now almost deserted hotel lobby, leaving stains all over the glass window of the door. Mumbling to himself he pushed the somewhat dusty bell located centrally on the entrance desk. A brief second after he pushed the damn thing, the Hotel manager popped up from behind the desk with a sultry grin on his leathery old face. Before Griff could regain his balance from being startled, the old man began to speak.

"Hello there me boy, what got you to strutt those lovely perky buttocks into my establishment."

The old man leaned over the desk desperately trying to grab and fondle Griff's buttocks. Griff jumped back and the old man lost his balance, making him tumble over the desk nearly crippling his throbbing erection. Griff jumped back, bumping into Epic who had entered the lobby undetected due to the commotion. They were now really close to each other but at least Epic did not have an erection. However Griff could feel his strong muscles against his back and his strong grip grabbing on to his shoulder. Epic gently pushed Griff aside and kicked the old man straight in his raisins, which to his surprise the old man quite liked. The old man said:

"Yes beat me daddy!"

Hearing this freaked them the fuck out and they started running, hearing the old man in the distance screaming:

"Let me guzzle on your glorious sausages!"

They just kept running and running because of their shocked state. When they were both out of breath they stopped and talked.

Griff said: "We can't stay out here, my British senses are telling me it will continue to rain shortly.""You might be right!" Epic exclaimed, "Since you've got nowhere to go, I guess you can stay over at my place. Maybe we start our 'recordings' a day earlier."

Griff replied: "Sounds like a plan!"

They walked home their clothes soaked in rainwater and their bodies basking in the yellowish hue of the dimly lit streetlights.

"Here we are. Do you like my place?", Epic asked with his excitement physically showing on his face. Griff noticed this and since he didn't really like the place felt that he needed to lie as not to hurt Epic's fragile emotions. Griff said: "Oh my god, I did not know you were the king of Germany!"

Thinking to himself that he might have been a little too generous with this compliment or that it might have sounded sarcastic. To his surprise Epic got as excited as a kid on Christmas morning after hearing the compliment. This made him turn around so he could conceal the boner that had popped up in his tightly fitting trousers. Thinking of the time when he say his grandma's crevice filled saggy boobs nude, quickly made his trouser snake retract. He turned back to Griff and said: "Let's get inside."

He realized this sounded dirty and had a perverted look on his face.

After a quick tour of the house and a fuckload of alcohol, they wound up at Epic's room.

"This is where I do all my recordings, if you get what I mean!", Epic said as he winked ferociously. Griff noticed the camera was pointed towards the bed. 'But hey, maybe he still has to set it up!', Griff thought to himself. But a feeling of dread befell him as he saw a rainbow coloured dildo sticking out from the top shelf. Griff's sphincter tightened as he noticed Epic pulled out handcuff from a box located besides the ginormous dildo. It seemed like Epic had a sixth sense when it comes to tightening buttholes, because it was at this moment that Epic got even more excited than he already was.

Epic said: "I know a game that we can play!"

Griff asked with a worried voice: "You mean like for a let's play?"

Epic: "I would not call it that. But yeah, we are going to play..."

Griff asked, growing more worried: "What do you mean?"

Epic responded: "Hard to explain, let me just show you!"

Griff stuttered: "OK."

"Griff. Are you ready?", Epic whispered.

Epic came very close to Griffs face, who slowly closed his eyes.

To be continued...