Guy Fieri saw Adam Richman's cosmopolitan cover and liked what he saw. He wanted to take Adam to Flavortown, a term which here means his own sweet butthole. He wanted to introduce Adam's eggplant emoji to his cave of wonders.
He waited until Adam was doing a Man Vs. Food challenge nearby and went to meet him.
Adam lost the challenge, the pathetic fuck.
Guy consoled him, and whispered sweet, greasy words in Adam's ear.
Adam felt himself tingle at the other's touch. He wanted Guy to undress him and then redress him as he would a salad, if the fat fuck indeed ever ate a salad.
Guy and Adam went back to Guy's restaurant to eat each other into sexy, sensual submission.
Adam pulled Guy's huge pickle out of his cargo shorts and was surprised at its immense girth.
"Eat the whole thing, fuckboy, like one of your Man Vs. Food challenges. One Burrito El Grosso coming right up."
"After this, I'll be the ASSter chef." Adam joked.
To stop him from saying stupid shit again, Guy pushed his dick into Adam's mouth. Adam sucked at the thick-trunked man-tree, longing for the lusty sap within.
Adam won the challenge and was rewarded with thick, rich alfredo affection.
"Tastes good." Adam purred.
"Flavortown, baybee." Guy seduced back.
Adam flipped over and Guy ripped his jeans off and tongued at the savory yet vinegary b-hole he found between the vivacious mounds. His asscheeks rose around his face like yeasty uncooked loaves. His hair had so much greasy product in it that he felt his entire head start inching its way inside, like a spelunker entering a dark cavern.
Adam loved it.
Guy fit his whole head inside his lover and explored, like Zelda exploring a dungeon, in search of the rich chocolatey treats inside.
Adam squirmed in ecstacy as Guy wiggled around inside him. He never felt so good before. He clenched his sphincter slightly. Guy wiggled erotically. His pointy hair brushed against the inside walls of his lover, like a middle-aged porcupine except the porcupine was orgasms.
Adam was in pure Flavortown. Guy pulled his head out with a plopping noise and grabbed a bottle of BBQ sauce.
"You're saucy, and by that I mean erotic." Guy said as he squirted a stream of Sweet Baby Ray's directly into Adam's rectum. He squirted some more over his head and inserted himself back inside all lubed up like a salami being squeezed into its casing.
Adam came immediately. He was a BBQ fetishist. The whole head-inside-his-ass thing was new, but Adam liked it.
After he finished with his orgasm, Guy waggled around a little more, and pulled his head out again. He flipped Adam over and impaled himself on his dick.
"I guess when you order pizza, you get MEAT Lover's." Adam said as Guy's shitty chocolate cake-hole when down on his baloney. Adam began fucking Guy really hard with his Iron Chef, if you know what I mean.
Guy's butt felt like Hell's Kitchen mixed with Cupcake Wars, sweet but painful.
Fieri's fiery ass ate up Adam's banana hungrily and Adam came inside Guy. It was like pouring icing into one of those icing bags you see on Cake Boss. You know what I mean.
Adam and Guy cuddled after they finished writhing in the throes of homosexual splendor. They cooked together and watched some Netflix.
They had weird, gross sex again and fell asleep in each other's arms.