When Alex saw Michael spread out naked and wet on the carpet he was not about to leave. After the shower, the excess water still on Michael's body was soaking the carpet, making it look like a housecat pissed all over the place. But with Michael there naked, it still looked like a cat pissed all over the place, but sexily.
There he just stared down at him like a total Bilbo Baggins and openly gazed down at the spectacle before him. There he was, all eggshell skin and newborn baby features, like a cleaned-up fetus sparkling in the morning dew. Michael's eyes were his favorite things about him though. He had eyes the color of dull pewter that trapped you into a void of loneliness and death.
Then the angel hummed in a high pitched squeal, "Alex, good fellow, will you please help me with a little problem?!" His beautiful Chinese accent rolled off his tongue in lewd motions. Or was it Indian? Too many questions. All Alex knew was that it was oh so perfect for his dear Mikey.
Alex's California girl details squinted rudely then softened into a pleased smile, the kind you see when a person just let out a mighty boisterous fart. But my friend, Alex knew in his heart of hearts that this was no time for back blasts and anus applauses. He knew the final crescendo to the climax would definitely be an altogether different kind of a rump roar.
"Oh Michael what do you desire? I'll give anything to you, my golden tanned phallus to my sweet cheeks just aching for your sputtering gardening hose!" Oh how dear Alexis screamed those words. This is what Michael loved about him. Whenever he got into the marvelous bootylicious foxy role-play he turned into an absolute raunchy harlot.
"Oh Alex, you flibbertigibbeting fuddy-duddy. I have something…special for our encounter tonight." Then, the great guardian of ga'hoole made the blonde proud Mufasa lion into a slinky gaberlunzie when letting the man touch him. Intimately.
The water was wet. So very, beautifully, extraordinarily, wet. It stuck to his skin like a snug fitting extra epidermis.
Alexandra was now fully hard, metallic rod making a stand, and ascending up to the troposphere. Mooing like a suffering distressed cow about to be butchered by Ronald Mcdonald himself, Alex begged Michael to get on with the anal proceedings. Making such squawking noises sped up the process. It was a cruel torture, patience being munched away by Satan's sensual evolved monkey-bird incarnate.
Michael couldn't resist. He couldn't resist the allure and seductions of Daddy Dick.
"AAAAAAaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggeggegegeggegegegegege….." Michael shriveled into a raisin at the sight of it. The foreplay was too much. Too damn much. He couldn't take it.
Michael fought the urge. He really did.
But like the Roman Empire, he succumbed to the temptation to morph into a duck.
"QQQQQQQQQUQUQUUQUQUQUUASDJAAKFDDFKACCKCKCCKCKKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKKCKC…..QUACK…QUACKADOODLEMUNCHYS50%OFFATYOURLOCALHARDWARESTOREQQQQQQUUUUUAAACCCKKCCKCKCKCKC!"
Alex wailed and creaked at the pure passion that Michael was exerting.
Unable to take the excitement, Alex fled like the French out the door after kummin and goin.
He was just able to catch Michael's chinese-indian duck baritone sweeping, no, dancing, frolicking like a swan, whispering to him. Gone with the wind.
"DAYUM SON U SO FINE. LOOK AT DAT ASS. WATCH IT GO."
I love you Alex.
Those were the last soft whispers that Alex could hear.
