Rocco collapsed on his bed and stared at the ceiling as he regained his breath.
"I can't keep doing this. No. This has been going on for far too long." He thought to himself.
He turned to his lover for the night, who was plastered in cum. A woman with beautifully crafted seductive eyes and an excessive amount of cleavage bursting through her black bikini top. He didn't regret the hundreds of dollars he spent ordering her off of that shady Japanese website.
"Clean yourself up." Rocco threw a towel on his lovers face as got up to go to the bathroom. He examined his dick as he peed. "This has to at least average size, right?" He said to himself "For what it lacks in length it makes up for in girth"
Words from when his friend Barb was drunk that one day entered his mind.
"Honestly, I rather have thickness than longness. Yeaaah! "
Rocco sucked in his gut and held it back to fully study his genitals.
"Yeah… this is enough to please a woman. It has to be!"
Rocco looked in the mirror, checking for new wrinkles. He ran a finger through his now thinning soft brown. He returned to the bedroom, he saw that his lover still had the towel on her face.
Oh no did I suffocate her?!
Then Rocco let out a sigh of relief when he remembered that she could breathe through her skin.
"Fine I'll clean you off...again"
Rocco ran the towel down her smooth vinyl skin, cleaning off his creamy mess but then immediately stopped when his fingers touched her breasts. His heart started racing. Unlike the other girls in his possession, this one had squeezable breasts. He took a finger and pressed them. Heaven. They were firm…like real breasts, right? Rocco felt a powerful surge of sexual energy run through him.
Rocco flopped on top of her completely smothering her.
"Breathe Through This Bitch!" he said as he aggressively dry humped her.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Rocco froze in place.
"Hey Rocco?"
It was his brother and roommate Dominic. He was a mere bum to everyone else but Rocco didn't let that affect their relationship.
"Uhhh ...DONT COME IN! I'M BUTT ASS NAKED!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah... so... can I borrow some money?" He said
Rocco and his friend Shawn sat at the food court where they were working on their big independent project Version 4.1. It was the fourth part of their video series where... well just google it.
They were making small talk as they waited for the final member of their group, Derrick.
"Don't ever be a dad Rocco." Said Shawn, looking as stressed out of ever.
"No worries," said Rocco. "I just got a notification on my phone informing me that my Megazord shirt arrived. My fate as a man child is sealed. "
Shawn laughed a bit before his smile faded a bit. "Do you think Derrick has been okay?"
"Yeah... Haven't noticed anything un-Derrick-like lately. Have you? "Rocco asked.
"I mean he's been a little-." Shawn stopped. He could see Derrick approaching.
Derrick sat down and let out a big sigh. He hooked his stylish coat over his chair and looked up at his friends with his spicy Puerto Rican eyes. Derrick usually carried himself with a bit diet swagger but today he looked dejected.
"Hello boys" he said, in a low gentlemanly tone.
Rocco and Shawn greeted him back.
"First I want to apologize. My mind hasn't been on the project lately. It's been more on YouTube." said Derrick.
"What about it?" asked Shawn.
"Rocco!" Derrick shouted.
Rocco quickly looked up from his iPhone.
"Huh?"
"How long have we been doing Mega64?" Derrick asked.
"About 15 years..." said Rocco.
"We've accomplished things, hell we've been doing this longer than YouTube's existence." said Derrick. "But we still get treated like bean dick chumps"
"I agree. It's not like we worked with Miyamoto or Kojima or anything…" Rocco said, sarcastically. "VG spoofs can't say that"
"What's on your mind?" asked Shawn.
Derrick made a gun with his fingers and aimed it at Shawn's chest.
"1 million subscribers!" Derrick exclaimed, he then made a gunshot sound effect with his mouth at Shawn and blew invisible smoke from gun fingers.
"I know we definitely have a million fans, but our YouTube page doesn't reflect that" said Rocco.
"I know you just killed me but I have something to say" said Shawn.
"Go ahead." said Derrick. "I missed your vitals"
Derrick twirled his imaginary revolver before returning it to its holster.
"What happens once we reach a million? Will you be satisfied forever? Or will you want 10 million next, then 20 million?" said Shawn. "Do you see where I'm going with this?"
Derrick let out a loud agitated sigh.
"You obviously don't feel the same."-
"I get it. I really d-
"Think about your family Shawn!"
"Whoa, Derrick are you really doing this?"
Derrick reached across the table and pulled off Shawn's cap. Shawn screamed and immediately used both hands to cover his head.
"Shawn. When we film 4.1, are you going to wear this cap the whole time? "asked Derrick.
Rocco already knew about Shawn's receding hairline. He could see it start to happen in the early days of their friendship. Rocco could see now that the receding never stopped. It was going to consume a lot if not all of his hair. Shawn attempted to cover his remnants of his fading blond hair was useless. Pretty soon, Shawn would look like Homer Simpson.
My god, my friend Shawn has aged. Time was affecting the living matter on this planet and showed him no mercy.
Derrick and Shawn began to argue and things were escalating like they normally did. Rocco's choices were limited: Stare at his phone and zone everything out or...
"MY ASSSSSS JUST JIGGLE MY FUCKING ASSSS!" screamed Rocco at the top of his lungs.
Derrick and Shawn stopped and stared at Rocco then slowly turned to see the many people staring in pure shock and confusion. They were the focus of attention in the food court.
No progress on the Version 4.1 script was made. It seemed as though something always got in the way. Earlier at the food court, Rocco found himself deeply distracted by something. Shawn's shirt, the Neon shirt, it gave Rocco an annoying erection. No. It wasn't how the shirt clung onto Shawn's sexy slender body that resembled a young petite girl's. The shirt reminded him of someone he knew. Rocco sat at his desk, all by himself, in the Mega64 warehouse. He enjoyed the rare moments where he was completely alone, just him and his thoughts. Correction, he wasn't alone, that annoying boner was still erect and demanding attention. Rocco was farting around on Twitter, laughing at the random clips and comments trying to pay no attention to his pitched tent. But he couldn't help himself, he found himself in front of Kinucakes twitter profile. Business partner, friend and the designer of many of the Mega64 merchandise including that Neon shirt.
"Well, I made an X-rated tumblr"
Rocco laughed.
"What a coincidence! I'm horny and you post something like this. No need, your regular sketches are enough for me."
He browsed through Kinucake's sketch archive and found a picture that made his dick twitch with satisfaction. A drawing of Quiet from MGSV. But this rendition of Quiet had a curvy figure, plump tits and dat ass. Rocco promptly unzipped his shorts.
"I'm gonna finally get rid of this damn erection!" Rocco scoured impatiently around his desk for lubricant. "Come on there has for something!"
Rocco's eyes landed on an opened can of Kickapoo joy juice.
"Fuck it!"
Rocco emptied the whole can of Kickapoo on his angry Italian sausage, staining it an appropriate red color. It seemed to enjoy it, in fact, the carbonation felt like hundreds of tiny sweet kisses.
Rocco gripped what he could of his dick and starting jacking it. Immediately, it felt amazing. His modest yet thick cock was inexplicably sensitive. Rocco couldn't help but to let out loud groans.
"Fuck Fuck Fuck ooooooohhhhhhhh maannn!"
Rocco gripped tightened and his strokes became more violent. The stickiness on his hands from the soda lubricant added more pleasure. He was sweating profusely and drooling on himself.
But then 20 minutes had past. Rocco started to pant and get dizzy. He should've came earlier, a lot earlier. He was confused but he couldn't stop pleasuring himself.
"I gotta...cum...I need something better... something ... stronger"
Rocco quickly scrolled down the page to find a better, sexier sketch.
"Oh goshhhh Oooohhhh ggggooossdjhhh gcsfcsfvxfghjfvbdvchnhhhgggk!"
Rocco had finally reached climax and busted an intense load. Rocco's pelvis convulsed as he blasted countless shots at the computer screen, splashing all over the keyboard and mouse. Rocco slumped on his computer chair then collapsed to the ground. Rocco had found the perfect image.