Elmo Abduction

Part 4

Just as Enoch was enjoying it, all the sudden Elmo flipped him over. Enoch's heart raced a mile a minute, as Elmo traced the back of his spine. 'What is he doing?' Enoch wondered.

Elmo roared a might roar and shoved his 7 foot ding-alonga-donga into his fufu-fanny-fur hole. As Elmo penetrated Enoch's booty-hole ((a*s is a fucking bad word)), Enoch looked out the window and watched as the moon kissed the sky at sundown, and prepared for the birth of a new day.

Enoch had been changed. Elmo thrusters his wiggy-wig-wums further and further into Enoch until neither of them could take it. "I think I'm gonna..." They said in unison, and like an explosion from Mount Vesuvius, jiggly-juice erupted out of Enoch's nostrils.

Elmo sighed and pulled out, lying next to Enoch. His fur against Elmo's had been electric. "Almost as good as shrek..." Elmo mumbled. Enoch didn't like this. He HAD to be the best. "Oh yeah, could shrek do this?" Enoch mimicked the things his uncle used to do to him when he was four, minus the bondage and pain medication ((because they're in a janitors closet, duh)).

Elmo couldn't believe that a broom stick could fit so far up there. By the time the sun began to rise, Enoch and Elmo snuggled up together, happily awaiting more of their nocturnal activities. This has been the perfect night.