A can of OC clunked on Michelangelo's concrete bedroom floor. The backwash glugged out to puddle between a moldy pizza box and sticky porno mag. One of them would sop the soda up, he was too busy sexting with April. You heard it here first.
This player had charged beyond the friend zone months ago. Another notification happily chimed. Her response read:
*Devil smiley face* Come get me. A mouthwatering pic popped up, too.
One private slice of April cake. Mike's first trophy. The neon lights from Lil Caesars flashed in his brain. Hot-N-Ready. Hot-N-Ready. Hot-N-Ready.
"Oh, my god." The horny teen lay back on the only mattress he'd ever had. His bulging tail had to be appeased. "Fuck." He tugged it out.
This game had taken forever because April had killer defense. Such a cock-tease. Like, all he got the last time he snuck out was a hand up her tank top.
Michelangelo fapped harder. Yeah, what about those nips? Bullet hard against his calloused finger pads. Her sexy giggles echoed in his mind, along with that moan when he had squeezed a frisky, little tit. But, of course, she had said goodnight when he tried to get a taste; this little mutant went home with freakin' blue balls for days, yo.
But now, looking at April's picture, pink, lips spread wide, she reached out and touched him. Come get me. Come get me. Come get me.
The bed rumbled at an explosive churr. Thick, pearly liquid streamed out Mikey's cock. The massive load coated his hand and dripped on to the sheet; he lazily milked out more goodness.
Michelangelo had so much goodness inside him, and god-willing, that jerk off would keep him from icing April's cake too quickly.
Time to go score at the Superbowl. The crowd went wild. Michelangelo wiped on a clean patch of stained bedding and searched for pants.
xoxoxoxo
A/N To be continued, thanks for reading!