"Duude are ya done takin' that ffffuckin' leak dude?" said Matthew Jones as he was observing the backside of his true brother in arms. "Yeah bruh, I'm about done rockin' this fuckin' sea monster back into his fuckin' lair of ffuckin' coolness" said Colt Williams. Colt was a heavy 287 pound 5"5 masculinity male. With a heart a cold and a staff of bro-love even smaller... Matt was a misunderstood former college student of Blackwell Academy. He often stood a chance with most females he even looked at, Matt Jones was definetely a name worth talking about on campus. But that all was a lie, Colt and Matt were premature lovers in a world gone sour.
They were both extremely gay, very much premature, and very very sudden in magical manly lust for one another, they were closeted gay guys, and "closeted"I mean very overstated. Matt had a lisp issue with certain and very used words such as the word "fuck" came out as "fffffuck" and "dumbass" sounding as "dumbasth". But Colt never noticed in fact, it turned the big droopy lug a little making him stiff at the sight of Matt's very feminine undertone. "Wassup braaa" Matt said to Colt as he was spinning the uncut "dragon" around the tree where he was wizzing. "Yeaaahhhh dude" Colt says. He had a form of language a lot like his friend Matt. Matt looked down as Colt left his ding dong hanging, by hanging I mean not overseeing his bag of ginger yogurt. The helmet would barely come out of the red nest. "You know dude I have said this all through evacuation and even before life went like... you know dude... You have always had a nice ffffucking cock dude.." Colt exclaimed " I mean Matt dude, technically the world is gone right dude, so I don't think gay is even a thing anymore man." These two were strong believers of the "no homo" bro law. They would have endless ape sex and walk out like they never did anything at all. But Colt was the only action Matt has ever received, besides from his last encounter with an old friend who went by the name of C-Man the fucking pounder... They shared a YouTube channel, harassing and bullying other channels and content. But no one ever paid any attention towards the gruesome and rather homosexual content of the weed induced channel. That was the past before the world went to shit. Colt was a new friend and a new chapter in Matt's life.
As Matt was walking out of the woods with Colt he was plucking crusty icing out of his Rick James curls. And Colt gave the black headed Jew a kiss on his patchy haired cheek. "Duuuude you should like grow out that fffuckin beard Matt dude." "Do you think it would look like... ffffffuckin' cute dude?" Matt asked. "Duude, don't say that no homo shit anymore dude, there's no one to front to anymore bro... Just let it the ffuck out dude." As Matt was about to wimper and the calming mood and very attractive charismatic speech that Colt gave off just seconds before, they both heard groans come from the inside of the forest on the left of where they were walking.
"Ooo give God a reason to not open any doors to the peaceful afterlife amigo." As Vasquez was once again taking the big beefy 2 layer Mexican Enchalupa in his lips. Matt and Colt were observing over the hillside. It was a perfect view dead ahead giving a full head view of the rocky bedside of the river. There they saw a sharp dressed tall handsome mexican suited man with the belt and pants crumpled up around his ankles. And a naked man with half a blonde eyebrow, nicely chapped ass cheeks that didn't match the well tanned arms and neck. Matt and Colt thought he was wearing a big white bag around his torso and lower half, but no it was skin that hasn't complimented well with the rest of the tan lines. But that didn't matter Matt and Colt saw this as an opportunity. To steal their weapons? No, to kill them out of instinct to raise the desire of murder, this was a wrong world at this point. Why waste this chance?
"I want that sour cream in my fucking ass this time big papi escorpion" Vasquez turned around with his elbows clutching the bedrocks of the riverside. His knees were bleeding from being pinched into the gravel for so long, but do you think this big bad bounty hunter would miss this chance to take that fat, long, and very beautiful latino penis into those very now loose ass cheeks of Vasquez. As soon as Escorpion stared spitting all over Vasquez's raw looking asshole, the attention was turned toward two naked white guys stroking very little to no penises. Begging the big papi stud to share the Tijuana magic. Escorpion smiled.