Today was family bonding night, and the Jonas Brothers were in the bathroom at their favorite authentic Mexican restaurant known as Taco Bell. Little did they know that their lives of being heterosexual were about to be changed forever.
"Mmmm oh shit, this shit tastes incredible!" said Nick, as he shoved a fistful of his brothers', or perhaps his own, feces into his mouth. It was difficult to tell which of the feces in the concoction of brown matter belonged to who, and the three brothers were far too sexually aroused to care. All they knew was that they loved the taste of shit and that they were certainly not gay. "No homo", the three brothers said in unison as they wiped their faces, cocks, and asses with toilet paper, leaving only the tiniest speck of fecal matter on their lips to remember the sweet flavor of poop.
The Jonas Brothers walked out of the bathroom, finally hungry for a delicious taco now that their hunger for poo was satisfied. "I'd like one large tur- er, I mean, taco!" Said Joe. "I can't believe you almost said turd!" whispered Kevin angrily into his absentminded brother's ear. After all three of them made their order, each sat down at a clean, expensive looking table imported from Mexico itself. Suddenly, Kevin and Nick noticed their brother Joe drooling heavily while staring seemingly into space. "That man… is so hot…" Said Joe while drool rushed out of his mouth like a waterfall, soaking his shit-stained shirt. "What? But you're not gay! None of us are!" exclaimed Kevin, before turning his head to the direction of the "hot" man. And boy was he hot. Kevin, now with brown drool dribbling down his chin, needed to let Nick know it was now his turn. Either his mouth was too full of a mixture of spit and shit to speak, or he was left speechless by the man's beauty, because he simply pointed in the man's direction. So Nick looked. And what he saw next was breathtaking.
The young man was a beautiful twink in his early 20s standing at about six feet and four inches tall. His face had soft, rounded features, and his eyes were as big and blue as the ocean and equally mesmerizing. He had short, dark brown hair with sideswept bangs that looked softer than silk, and even as if it smelled like butterfly milk. On top of his head was a fedora that would have looked laughable on your typical neckbeard, but turned out to look incredibly sexy on someone attractive enough to pull it off. On his body, which sadly was clothed, was a white, long-sleeved shirt covered by a gray waistcoat, and denim jeans with horizontal stripes switching between darker and lighter shades of grayish-blue. He happened to have a very prominent bulge in his pants, and it wasn't hard to imagine how big it would be if he had just not been cruel enough to wear clothes that day. Or perhaps it was a good thing that he was wearing clothes, considering that he was already hot enough to burn down a forest as is.
To be continued...
