The Flabs of Grace

Mushy Encounters

April 12, 2009
You're alone.
Just the two of you.
You want to make a move, but your nerves tell otherwise. His asshole fluctuates and you feel the meats move all over your body.
"Gibby! Gibby! Push harder!" you yelp as the freshly fallen turd hits your body. It's so warm, it makes you tingle with joy. His big, meaty hands rub it in hard like Vaseline.
"Oh Gibby! You really know how to make me happy," you gently whisper as you stroke his hair.
He made a troublesome smirk, which made me get wet. Like standing out there in sunlight when a sudden storm falls over you. Why? Why must I fall in love with a man of so many values, whose heart I may never obtain.
I pinched his nipples seductively, twisting them and squeezing them playfully.
Just as the good times roll in, Guppy enters the room. Powerfully, Gibby states, "Get out, she's mine!"
While flattered by the love interest and gesture, I am conflicted with feelings of many kind. This whole time I had been so caught up in my own erotic satisfaction I had forgotten about my best friend who always confided in me with his uncontrollable love for Gibby. How?! How could I let this happen??? I started to put my crocs back on to leave when Gibby grabbed me.