BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The alarm clock is blaring. Morty yawns as he slowly gets out of bed. There's a knock at the door. "Oh grandpa Rick, what are you doing up this early?" says a sleepy morty.
"It's your Birthday-burp-day Morty, Happy 18th birthday" Rick lets out a nice sized belch that had the slightest smell of oranges. This wasn't a normal nasty burp. No, it was a different kind of burp. A burp that made that knot in the depths of my morty stomach. That knot he's had for Rick. A knot that can only be solved by the sweet and tender touch of/
/"Morty -burp- hellloooooo. I have a present for you Morty."
"Oh thank you, what is it"
"Come and open this box i'm holding Morty"
"Can't you just toss it over?"
"No, I can't just toss it over Morty." When Rick let out another belch, Mortys knot only got deeper and more intense.
"Okay Grandpa Rick" Morty slowly approaches Rick. What could he have possibly gotten me, Morty wistfully wonders. He's never gotten me a present before.
Morty now with his hand on the box, cautiously opens it to find
"It's my dick Morty -burp- I put my dick in a box Morty" That knot in the deep depths of Mortys stomach clenched even tighter. He's never seen Grandpa Rick's dick before. It was so tremendously long with girthiness that resembled that of a cedar pine tree. The large veins pumping what must be gallons of blood to a horse cock like that.
"G-G-Grandpa Rick what am I supposed to do with this?
"I want you to jerk me off Morty, then let me -burp- squanch all over your face Morty"
"I can't jerk off my Grandpa, Rick!"
"Yes you can -burp- just close your eyes and pretend its a shake weight Morty"
Morty doesn't close his eyes, This is the moment he's been dreaming of since the first time he met Rick.
"Grandpa Rick, even though it's my birthday, I think I'm the one that's gonna be giving a present" Morty seductively exclaims. He goes to work, not with his hands though. Morty takes Rick's enormous erect cock straight into his mouth.
"Ohhhh yeah Morty, Grandpa likes when you suck on his Pickle Rick Morty" Rick moans. Morty stops for a second to spit on his hand, then ambitiously throws his hands on his cock. Everything is already so wet, Morty thinks as the precum slowly drips out his urethra like a kitchen faucet that wasn't turned off all the way. "R R Rick I want you to take me in the ass."
"Burp- Well you are the Birthday boy." Rick says in a sweet tone. Until he turned Morty around and threw him face first ass out on the bed. Rick slowly approces morty. His cock swinging through that air making whooshing sounds like an old Hollywood Japanese katana duel. Mortys face grimaces as Rick slowly forces his oversized pickle into his asshole. He can feel the diameter slowly being stretched out to the size of an ice skating arena. He loved it though. Rick's cock felt like it belonged in mortys ass like it was the last piece of a puzzle. It completed him, gave him more thrills than any silly little adventure he could ever go on. Rick Starts to go faster, moaning louder and louder.
"Give it to me Rick, G G Give it to me" Morty shouts. Rick was thrusting so hard Morty thought his spine would shatter in a million pieces, he still wanted it harder though. "Harder Grandpa Harder!"
"Ohhhh God Morty -Burp- I think I'm about too/ Wubba dubba lub luuuuubbbbbbb" Rick ejaculates in the deep dreary cave that is mortys ass. "Ahhhh" Rick exclaims.
"Aren't you going to make me cum as well Grandpa"
"Unforntaly Morty -burp- im no longer in the mood" Rick plants a small damp kiss right between Mortys eyes. "Happy 18th Birthday Morty Cakes."
