Aron was walking through New Jersey after a concert, thinking about how much he hated HU as usual. Suddenly, in the alley, he spotted a fat guy.
The man was in nothing bur starship undies, facing the wall while eating oreos and crying "Why doesn't he like me?!"
Curious, Aron neared the stranger. It was none other than the governor of New Jersey, Chris Christie.
Aron cleared his throat, catching Christie's attention. "You okay?"
Christie turned to Aron, tears running down his cheeks. "Donald Trump doesn't like me!" He wailed.
Aron knelt down, patting the man's shoulder. "It's okay. Nobody likes me either."
Christie turned to Aron, sniffling. "Do you like me?"
Aron shrugged. "Uh, sure. I like you."
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Ten hours later, Aron was laying on Christie's bed, his dick throbbing. He'd fucked Christie as soon as they got to his house, 9 1/2 hours straight, each of them orgasming 79 times each. Aron glanced at his sleeping lover, who was no longer crying, but still eating oreos despite being asleep.
"Yes, Christie. I do like you." He said to himself.
