"OH MY GOD!" Maxwell screamed as he looked down at his erect penis. "I want to get a booty up on this dick. This is dumb. I hate everything! My job cut my hours and now I don't have enough gas money to drive to see my girlfriend! :( My penis is desperate!"

He heard a knock on the door and then a creature with beautiful long hair popped it's head into the room. "Aye, we are almost done getting the tone I want, and we are micing the cab, so your screaming is getting picked up by the mics. Nice wiener, by the way"

Maxwell blushed. He did indeed have a nice weiner. As Brodie left the room, Maxwell felt a disgust with himself. His band was recording a new ep in the other room, and all he could think about was getting laid. He stuffed his manflesh into his pants and hurried into the live room.

As Maxwell opened the door he saw Connor plugging a xlr into a sm57.

'I'm so glad we are recording with you, I would have never thought to use this mic set up." Maxwell said to Connor.

"Look at this b52! This would feel so great inside my rectum." Brodie said with delight.

"I'm actually borrowing this mic, so I would rather you not. But go ham with this sm58." Connor said.

"Hell yeah, it's penis shaped!" Brodie screamed as he started to lube up his asshole.

"Do you know what is even more penis shaped?" Maxwell asked with his left eyebrow up.

"Hey Connor, do you want to go to Lee's for coffee?" Rainy asked, wanting to leave what was about to happen.

"Dude." Connor replied as he and Rainy walked out the front door.

By the time the door slammed shut, Maxwell was already slamming that mf like button. "This is so much better than when I was in Palmer, Ivan's dick game was so weak. And what made it worst was that he thought he was good, but he never questioned if my needs were being met."

"No offence, but can we not talk about Ivan? I am already loosing my erection." Maxwell said, trying to get it back up.

Fourteen seconds later Maxwell was hitting dat prostate.

"Oooo ooOOOOo o o OOOOOOO!" Brodie yelled as his long hair was rippling around.

"Where do you want me to cum?! I am almost there!" Maxwell asked.

"Inside me, please! InsideEEEEEEEEEE!"

Maxwell screamed "BIG DADDY'S PIZZA!" as he came into Brodie's butthole.

Meanwhile at Lee's, Rainy was behind Connor in line, and looking at his cute little butt. He was very much into twinks.

Connor noticed and then asked "How hard can you bang them drums?"

"I use 2b drumsticks if you know what I mean. Giving me all the power I would ever need." Rainy replied.

"Because I was wondering if you could give me some tips? I just started playing drums and I want to get better." Connor asked.

"Oh, you actually mean playing drums?" Rainy was embarrassed "Not giving you anal pleasure?"

"Dude, I am such a good recording engineer that I literally gave up being interested in sex. I learned it at ACM. But don't feel bad, I do think you are cute. We should get back to my house, they should have finished by now…"

Connor opened his front door to see Maxwell and Brodie cuddled together on his couch asleep. "I always have people fall asleep on that couch. They look so cute together. :3"

"Yeah, they really do." Rainy said as he slurped his iced coffee.

One week later Maxwell was scrolling through twitter on his phone with Brodie almost sleeping on his chest. Maxwell saw a picture of Kanye West. He thought it was funny, and so he retweeted it. Just then he felt something poke his leg…

"Brodie! Wake up! I think you have an erection!" Maxwell said, slapping Brodie in the face.

"Holy crap! You are right! Oh my god! I have never had a boner before! I thought I was broken! Wait, what triggered it? What just happened?" Brodie said, happy at more than one place of his body.

"I don't know, I just retweeted this picture of Kanye West smiling and-"

"Who did you retweet it from? Because I retweeted that earlier." Brodie said with a detective look.

"From you! Maybe your fetish is people retweeting pictures of Kanye West from you?! This is great! Maybe I could bottom sometime! Or I could run my tongue over-" Maxwel screamed.

"My wiener is for pissing, not for fricking. Sorry. God gave me a prostate for a reason." Brodie said.

Maxwell started to cry. He might never get the booty cummies. This sadness made him do something he immediately regretted. Under his breath he muttered "Rainy gave me the ticket to the poo hole train whenever I asked…"

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE DONE WITH HIM! YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THINGS LIKE THAT AND ASSUME I WON'T FEEL BAD ABOUT IT! WE ARE NOW TOGETHER!" Brodie got up out of their bed and walked toward the door. "You just lost privileges to my vinyl collection. Have fun listening to your shitty mp3s." Brodie said as he picked up the box of timeless jazz and pop albums and walked out the door.

Maxwell sat alone for hours. He had never hurt someone like this before. And he never wanted to do it again.

In his sadness, Maxwell got back on twitter. Maybe if he got his mind off things for a bit…

He went to Brodie's twitter and saw that Brodie blocked him.

Maxwell was mad at himself for making such a poor mistake. In his frustration he threw his phone and the front glass broke into 47 different pieces.

"Well, at least I have a solid reason to upgrade to an iphone 5 now." Maxwell said, trying to lift his mood. But an iphone 5 was not worth losing Brodie. No, Brodie was worth much more than that...