“Alright, sexytime!” Doug proclaimed, walking out of the bedroom and into the living room, into Kyle's sight. Doug was wearing over-sized white socks that were pushed down and crumpled around his ankles, and at the toes they flapped in excess. A black and red stripped sock covered his penis, too, strapped on by a rubber band. He walked over to Kyle, socks flopping and all; Kyle was casually dressed, laying on the couch.
Kyle laughed.
Doug assumed a Superman pose; it was odd, kyle thought, to see an Asian Superman. Well, American-Asian Superman since Doug is 1st generation Korean—he is very proud of that—and his parents wanted him to be completely American, hence the awkward name Doug Kim. But then again, Kyle reasoned as he watched Doug's penis-sock slap his thighs from side to side in a red and black blur, Superman wasn't even human.
Doug inched closer, whizzing his night-stick inches from Kyle's mouth. Kyle grabbed it, squeezed some pain into Doug and stood up, still holding Doug by his reins.
“Calm down. You don't want to be done by the time company arrives, do you?” He easily turned Doug around and gave him a slap on his droppy, cupcake ass. Kyle had about 6 inches and 30lbs on Doug, which was impressive considering it was nearly all lean cut muscle and Doug's body was more loose fitting. Kyle had blond shoulder length hair, like a model, and often times Doug had said he only liked Kyle because of how closely he resembles Fabeo.
“Slap me again, daddy,” Doug teased, bending over and spreading his ass cheeks. Dingleberries.
“Get outta here,” Kyle responded, pushing Doug off balance, so he fumbled like a black-haired clown with white floppy shoes to the wall, where he regained his composure.
“Fine,” Doug answered, defeated. “I'll go put my clothes on.”
“Now, wait a minute.”
Doug turned to face Kyle.
“I didn't say to do that. Why don't you do a little of what I like to get warmed up?”
Doug's eyebrows furrowed, perplexed. “What?”
“You know,” Kyle swung his hips side to side.
Doug wasn't catching on.
“Goonies...” Kyle said eyebrows raised.
“Ohhhhh, yeah. You lay back on the couch and just let me handle the foreplay.”
Kyle laid back, arms outstretched across the top of the couch, legs spread eagle, waiting.
Doug took each of his small, carpenter hands and placed them on his neck.
Doug began to violently convulse and wiggle his body, creating waves over waves of skin flapping on skin, rolls compiling over weighty blubber in a kaleidoscope of hypnotizing flesh.
Kyle reached his hand down his crotch.
“Did we already miss the party?” A voice said coming from the left side of Kyle.
It was Kathryn, Jess, and a new guy. Kathryn was wearing her usual big, black sunglasses, tight blue jeans, and name-brand shirt: today it was Nike.
The new guy was grunge-looking with Kurt Cobain bangs and dress style, but with a meatier mid-section.
The new guy spoke, “What the heck was that?”
Doug calmed his jiggles.
“It's the truffle shuffle,” Jess added without delay as she walked over into the attached kitchen to drop the bag of goodies. She was wearing shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt.
“Glad you guys could make it,” Kyle said, standing up to greet them with hugs.
“Who's the new guy?” Doug asked.
“Oh, he's...” Kathryn was interrupted.
“I'm Lance.” Lance took a few steps toward Doug to shake his hand. “Lance Romance.”
They all smiled, trying not to laugh.
“Excuse his nickname,” Kathryn broke the silence.
“Yeah,” Jess came out of the kitchen and continued, “he's the camera-man, so I guess he likes to be dramatic.”
“How dare you two.” Romance defended himself. “I thought you guys said you roleplay'd.”
“Well, yeah,” Jess answered, “but that doesn't mean we're never ourselves.”
“I'm always myself,” Doug added.
“That's cause you don't know how to act, “ Kathryn lightheartedly jabbed.
“Oh, oh, you just wait; you'll be the first peasant I ravage.”
“We're doing the medieval thing again?” Kyle responded, disappointed. “I'm always the damn knight.”
“That's 'cause you're the only one that works out between us, “Jess said. “But no,” she continued, “I brought other things. Lance gave us an idea with Fantasy characters like Elves, Dwarves, and all that stuff.”
“I wKathryna be Mithrandir, the last of my kind, searching for a sutiable mate to propagate my lineage!”
“Yeah...” Kathryn broke the silence, again. “You can be human.”
“What!? How dare thee!” Romance said.
“Anyways, “ Jess said, “lets go get into costume. Lance, can you setup in here?”
“Yeah, let me go out to the van and get my tripod.”
“Where'd you find that guy?” Kyle looked towards Kathryn after Lance left the house.
“I didn't; she did,” pointing over to Jess.
“At work.”
“At the library?” Doug questioned.
“Yeah, somehow we got onto the conversation of role play and he had a camera.”
“So do you,” Kyle said.
“It's still broken from when Kathryn decided to go buck wild as a horse.”
“Sorry.”
“It's okay. So anyway, he has a camera, a script, and he's not that bad looking. So why not?”
“He seems a little...” Kyle said.
“Off?” Doug finished.
“Yeah, well, deal with it. Not like any of the ones you've brought one where sane.”
“Jeff was sane.” Doug said.
“Jeff wasn't real.” Kathryn said.
“Doesn't matter,” Kyle came in, “lets just figure out what's going on and get dressed.”
“Alright, so let me give you the basic rundown of the script.” Jess continued.
Doug squatted in the living room as Lance came prancing on in. Doug was wearing a viking helmet with two plastic horns coming out from the temples, and bright gold-colored belt above his waist.
“Who be you that tresspass in my mine?” Doug asked in a low, grumbled tone.
“I am Mithrandir, last of my Elven kind,” Lance said, lightly. “And who, praytell, are you good sir?”
“I am Biggs the dwarf. And this here be mine mine.”
“Oh, what strong hands you have there Mr. Biggs! Can I touch them?”
“As long as you don't steal them.”
Lance sat down on the ground next to Biggs, rubbing his hands.
“How rough your hands are. Can they be gentle as well?” Mithrandir asked, guiding Biggs' hands to his penis.
“No,” Biggs returned, “bring your hands to me. Only me.”
“I'm sorry my good friend, Mr. Biggs, I can not be here with someone so selfish.”
“Don't stop.”
Mithrandir let his hand release from around Biggs' cock. “I must continue my search.” Mithrandir walks away. Biggs follows and yells, “come back!”
Mithrandir finds himself in the woods surrounded by trees. A voice calls out from the darkness.
“Are you Mithrandir, the last of the High Elves?”
Scared, Mithrandir answers back. “That I am.”
Jess walks into view dressed in glinting chain mail panties and bra. She has black paint around her face. “I am Lillith, and I am what you seek.”
“You look like an Elf, Lillith.”
“I am related to your kind.” She walks closer and cups his penis in her hand. “There is no need to speak; I am what you want, and I want something of you.”
They kissed as Lillith continued to rub Lance's penis until hard. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled down onto his penis. Her chain mail panties were crotch-less.
“Lillith...” he tried to say as she continued to pump down on him as hard and fast as possible, as if wanting him to cum quickly.
“I can. I can see...” Mithrandir grabs Jess by the waist and stands up, taking her off him. “No! You are evil.”
“Whatever do you mean, my love?” Lillith said, re-organizing her chain mail.
“A high elf can see the thoughts of those who they love, and your thoughts are not of that of love! You wish to bear my children and sacrifice them to Ordos for immortality.”
“I will get what I want.”
“Not this time,” Mithrandir said running away. Lillith chased after.
He found safety in a cave.
“Why, it is an Elf.” Kyle said, walking over to Lance. Kyle was wearing a lioncloth made from tighty-whitties ripped at the chode. They were also stained.
“My brother, spare me. I have been running for days and I need rest. May I rest here?”
“I am no Elf's brother. I am Orgrak the Ogre. And you may rest here, for a price.”
“I have nothing, what can I pay?”
Orgrak grabbed Mithrandir by the hand and pulled him up.
“You have plenty.” Kyle bent Mithrandir over and held his arms behind his back. He then forced his way into Mithrandir. Each thrust became easier as the whole widened and the precum leaked.
Mithrandir buckled his knees, and Orgrak had to let go of Mithrandir's arms in order to grab his waist to keep him from falling out. Mithrandir then took this oppurtonity to grab a rock from the cave floor and in one full swoop turned around and cracked Orgrak on the head. Orgrak fell back, head bleeding and dizzy.
“May you die a slow and arduous death,” Mithrandir cursed as he walked out.
Orgrak stumbles to his feet and follows after.
Upon walking for many days, Mithrandir stumbles upon a field where he finds a centaur caught in a net.
“My dear Lady,” Lance says to Kathryn, “how did you find yourself in this predicament?”
“I wish I could say, my friend. I was walking along here, grazing on the fields, and then I found myself trapped in this net that fell from above.” Kathryn was wearing a thin brown belt that held a horse's tail on it coming out her backside. It looked half-erect.
“How awful. Do not fear. I will help you.”
“Who are you that you are so willing to help a centaur?”
“Centaur or not, my dear, I am Mithrandir the last of my kind, and I help whoever will take it.”
“That is very kind. I am Adzel a centaur. What brings you out there?”
“I am looking for someone to continue my Elven lineage.” Mithrandir removes the trap from Kathryn.
“I wish I could help,” Adzel continues,”but I am a centaur and there are few races big enough to satisfy our needs. I myself have still never found one.”
“Then it seems, my dear, we are two of a kind, and yet that commonness does not allow us to satisfy our grief. The moon goddess is cruel indeed.”
“Your companions are coming” Adzel said.
“Companions? Why, I travel alone.”
“Then who are they?”
Doug, Jess, and Kyle come into view.
“Finally, we have found the Elf,” Lillith says as they charge forward.
“I am sorry to cut our meeting short, Adzel, but I must be off. T'uran bless you.” And with that Mithrandir disappears.
The four races find themselves with each other, lost.
“Come back! I'm an Elf, too!.” Biggs exclaimed, lying.
“You are?” Lillith turned to him.
“I am.”
Jess pushed Biggs to the floor and started licking his balls.
“Damn right,” Biggs said, “lick those Elven balls of mine.” His penis filled up, hard as bone. Lillith sat herself down, sliding the head of his cock through her lips and down further, swallowing him whole.
Orgrak had already implanted himself inside Kathryn from behind. She didn't fight because it had been so long since another creature had touched her so. His muscled hips slapped against her bubbled ass.
They came in turn. Lillith and Biggs at the same time with Lillith on top. Her vagina clutching and releasing Biggs' spasming prick.
Orgrak after he heard the moans from the others. He pulled out, turned Adzel around. She sucked around his penis, and blocked the shooting sperm from going down her throat with her tongue. Gathered up the soupy substance in her mouth, then spit it back out on Orgrak's failing hardon.
“Alright, good job guys.” Lance said. “Although Kyle, you were a bit rough.”
“I was supposed to be,” he defended himself as he wiped the sperm into his skin.
“Well, in any case,” Kathryn said, “Who's hungry?”
They all nodded.
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