J.J. and Aaron get an unexpected visitor; Steve has a change of plans
Saturday, October 15. In the early hours of the morning, as J.J. and Aaron sleep, their teenage balls work overtime to produce hundreds of millions of fresh sperm cells to replace all of the human genetic material that was so recklessly spewed out the night before. Twisting, wriggling, gyrating, the newly created gametes steadily swell the growing volume of genetic sludge that fills the musky nut pouches of both of our youthful studs, a thick, slimy white sea of DNA that must be released with another series of ejaculations...
Aaron’s pecker wakes up before he does. When he opens his eyes late that morning, there’s his stiffened, throbbing wang, bulging blue veins pulsing up and down the length of the purple tipped alabaster shaft, balls drawn tightly up underneath. Naked except for his backwards baseball cap, he doesn’t bother to put anything else on before crawling out of bed and making his way to the kitchen, his yearning prick tugging him forward insistently. I’m starving! he thinks to himself. Reaching the kitchen, he finds a box of cupcakes conveniently sitting on the counter; looking in the fridge, he finds a bottle of orange juice. “Yo, dude…” J.J.’s voice startles him; still with his throbbing boner, he turns around and sees an equally naked, equally erect J.J. standing at the entrance to the kitchen. “I’m gonna get a quick shower and after you get yours, we can go to breakfast…hopefully we can get back before Steve shows up…” the older stud informs him, his rigid pecker throbbing visibly; neither cousin is embarrassed by the other’s nakedness or raging morning wood. “Cool, dude! I’ll just hang out and watch TV while you’re showering!” Aaron agrees, turning around to pour himself a glass of orange juice. “Yo! Don’t use all the hot water!” he calls out over his shoulder as J.J. pads down the hall to the bathroom…
“Holy shit! Cool!” Aaron murmurs, his eyes opening wide as he watches the reddened spray of the warrior’s blood and brains leap across the TV screen, his skull shattered into fragments by the vicious, swinging blow of the mace. What makes the scene doubly cool is that the mace is wielded by the hands of a beautiful, big titted blonde warrior woman. Now in his underwear, the stud sits on the living room sofa, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table, watching TV while waiting for J.J. to finish his shower. The Amazons cable series is giving him a fresh boner; he can’t deny that the sight of scantily clad, big boobed warrior girls slaughtering hundreds of men is exciting and his bulging briefs can barely contain his yearning, stiffened one-eyed worm. The teen cranks the volume on the remote, relishing the loud male cries of agony as the Amazons carve a deep and bloody path through the ranks of their opponents. The action has just reached a crescendo, with the Amazon princess butchering five male warriors in rapid succession, when Aaron hears the water in the bathroom stop running; almost time for him to get his own shower and then he and J.J. can go get some breakfast. I’ll have to catch more of this later! he thinks to himself, thrilling to the sight of a gorgeous blonde Amazon with humungous boobs burying her sword deep in the belly of yet another hapless male opponent. Finally, with the battlefield heaped with dead and dying men, the triumphant Amazons have just started to comb the blood soaked landscape, finishing off the wounded, when J.J. emerges from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Whatchya watchin’, dude…?” J.J. asks. “Amazons marathon…they just slaughtered a whole bunch of dudes!” Aaron replies. “Awesome! You better get your shower now so we can go get something to eat…” J.J. advises his cousin.
As Aaron vanishes into the bathroom, J.J. uses the interlude of a sapphic love scene between two of the Amazons to duck into his bedroom and put on a fresh pair of underwear; he returns to the living room just in time to witness the beginning of another battle, pitting a legion of hastily mobilized teenage boys against the veteran female warriors. J.J. has zero sympathy for his fellow teens; he cheers the Amazons on as they wade into the ranks of their novice opponents. The women show the boys no mercy and J.J., like Aaron, pops a raging boner watching the blonde, big boobed warriors wipe out the entire army of teens in a blood soaked frenzy of violence. With the groans of the dying still echoing on the screen, J.J. hears a knock at the door. “Yo! Come in!” he calls out, his eyes still glued to the TV; in response he hears the doorknob jiggling, but the door doesn’t swing open. Shit…the door must be locked…the stud realizes. There’s another knock. “Yo! Just a minute!” J.J. calls out, jumping up from the sofa; his erection is so intense that the empurpled head of his love spear juts just above the waistband of his briefs. He doesn’t even bother to ask who’s at the door; he already knows. Gotta be Steve…who else could it be…? he reasons. He also doesn’t bother to look through the peephole and just flings the door open. Standing in front of him isn’t Steve; it’s a hot blonde chick in a Harvest Valley sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers. “Yo! My bad!” J.J. exclaims, flashing an embarrassed grin, the tip of his love worm peeking out at the visitor. “Hi! Is Derek here…?” the girl asks, her blue eyes opening wide as she gives J.J. a sly little smirk…
Aaron emerges from the steamy bathroom, a towel cinched around his waist. As he starts down the hall, he can hear voices in the living room; it sounds like J.J. and a girl. Is that Olivia or maybe Marilyn? I thought they had that sorority breakfast thing… he wonders. As he nears the living room, he realizes that he doesn’t recognize the girl’s voice, then he hears J.J. groan, followed by a female giggle. Wtf? he wonders. Stepping into the living room, he’s treated to the spectacle of a blonde sorority looking girl down on her knees, deftly bobbing her head up and down on J.J.’s stiffened pecker. Aaron stops in his tracks. “Yo, dude…sorry…” he apologizes; riveted to the spot, he instantly pops a boner of his own. “You’re cool, dude…Julie this is my cousin, Aaron…” the older stud makes the introductions. “Hi!” Julie exclaims with a smile, looking up briefly at Aaron, before turning her attention back to J.J.’s throbbing love stick. “Aaron’s helping me watch the apartment this weekend…” J.J. explains. “I’m just so embarrassed…I should have known that Derek went to State for the big game!” Julie replies with a sheepish grin before licking the head of J.J.’s love spear; catching some oozing precum on her tongue, she then runs it up and down the length of the petrified shaft. “No worries…we’ll tell Derek that you stopped by…” J.J. replies helpfully. The blonde now looks over again at a bemused Aaron, who’s still just watching the action while nursing his own pulsating erection. “So, what are you waiting for…?” she asks the younger stud, motioning him over with her hand. “Cool!” Aaron exclaims; letting his towel drop, he steps over J.J.’s discarded underwear and takes his place at his cousin’s side. Without a further word of introduction, Julie slams her mouth down on Aaron’s petrified 8 inch pecker, inhaling it down to the root in one gulp. Keeping her hands at her side, she begins alternating her head bobs, J.J., Aaron, J.J., Aaron, skillfully tormenting both throbbing love worms in a game to see which one will spit first. Aaron loses the game, his worm belching first, flinging a glob of white ball venom high into the air over Julie’s head; descending at a steep trajectory, it splatters the living room carpet next to the coffee table. A split second later, J.J.’s worm spits, a giggling Julie managing to catch most of the first spurt in her open mouth. Aaron meanwhile grabs his spewing tool, takes aim and blasts several thick jets of sperm into the blonde’s eager maw. With both tools spurting continuously, 18 year old Julie’s mouth is soon filled to overflowing with a thick white sea of teenage ball snot. When the two love worms finally stop spewing, she closes her mouth and swishes the loads around to blend them thoroughly like a top shelf genetic cocktail before consigning the whole slimy mess to her belly in one giant gulp. Giggling happily, she scoops stray cum off her face with her hand and licks her fingers clean, before getting to her feet. “Thanks, guys!” she calls out cheerfully on her way out the door…
Under crisp, clear skies, the stadium at State University is overflowing with excited fans looking forward to the State vs. Harvest Valley football game. Kickoff is at noon and among those taking the field for Harvest Valley are Derek and his roommates, as well as Dan, Marilyn’s clueless linebacker boyfriend. Among those packing the stands is Steve, attending the game with some of his Valley Vista teammates. The redheaded stud was supposed to have gone to the Harvest Valley campus this morning; changing his plans, he doesn’t bother texting either J.J. or Aaron to let them know that he’ll be joining them later than expected…
“Look at him, dude…Christine says he’s mine!” Aaron exclaims, showing J.J. the picture of the MILF’s newborn on his phone as they eat brunch at Waffle Warehouse. “He does kinda look like you, dude…scrawny looking…” J.J. agrees, flashing his braces in a sarcastic smirk. He now pulls out his phone and shows a baby pic of his own to Aaron. “Tracey sent me that…he’s mine, dude!” J.J. announces proudly. “They look like twins, dude! We did it!” Aaron exclaims. “Yeah, we did, dude! All those football players that they banged that night and we’re the dudes who knocked them up! And we’ve got more babies on the way!” J.J. agrees, reminding his cousin about their exploits over the summer with a bevy of married chicks. “We knocked up the hippie!” Aaron agrees. “Yeah, and we got Donna, too!” J.J. adds. “I knocked up Melissa, dude!” Aaron boasts. “And you knocked up Jennifer, too, dude…so proud of you!” J.J. exclaims. “Yo, dude, Jen’s baby could be yours…” Aaron now suggests. “Probably not, dude…she made me wrap it when I fucked her…” J.J. reminds him. “One of the condoms coulda broke, dude…” Aaron now suggests; the younger stud punched holes in the condoms that J.J. used in his encounter with the gorgeous 29 year old Jen, but still hasn’t been able to get up the nerve to tell him. “Yeah, coulda happened, dude, but not really likely…” a still oblivious J.J. replies…
Returning to the apartment after their late breakfast, the two studs hang out for a while, watching some more of the Amazons marathon on TV before Aaron leaves for his 2 o’clock interview with Michelle, the Ph.D. student. Now alone and hoping to score some pussy, J.J. texts both Olivia and Marilyn; he also texts Steve asking him where he is. While he waits for responses, he continues to watch the Amazons spread death and destruction to every man who crosses their path. A gorgeous blonde warrior woman, her armored breastplate cut to display abundant cleavage, is interrogating a male captive; abruptly, she draws her sword and runs him through with it. “Fuck, yeah!” J.J. exclaims, reveling in the sheer brutality of the scene. As her dying prisoner gasps and writhes in agony at her feet, the Amazon calmly puts aside her reddened sword and picks up an evil looking spiked mace. Obviously relishing the heft of the brutal weapon in her hands, she fixes her blue eyes in an ice cold gaze on another hapless male prisoner, slowly approaching him as J.J. watches with eager anticipation…
“Hi, Aaron! I’m so glad that you agreed to do this! You’re just the kind of subject that I’m targeting for my research project!” Michelle exclaims, welcoming Aaron into her apartment and beckoning him to join her on the big, black faux leather sofa in the living room. “Yo, I’m glad to help…” Aaron replies; not completely altruistic, the stud is hoping to at least get head for his cooperation on the project. Balancing her notepad computer on her lap, the petite, 27 year old blonde’s fingernails, painted bright red, clickety clack across the keyboard as she types in her notes. With her glasses perched at the end of her nose, she looks appropriately scholarly, but Aaron is a little surprised at the way she’s dressed; a short, white lab coat, belted at the waist and flaunting a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, and a pair of red high heeled pumps. The stud certainly isn’t complaining about her attire and his erect pecker strains at his jeans as he tries to focus on the interview. “So, this project is in the field of human sexuality and I need to ask you a few preliminary questions before we get into the lab portion of the research…” the blonde explains by way of introduction. “Cool! Awesome topic!” Aaron agrees enthusiastically, flashing his braces in an eager grin. “So, question #1: What’s your age?” she asks. “Six…I mean seventeen…” Aaron quickly corrects himself, adding an extra year to his actual age. “Okay…we’ll say eighteen for statistical purposes…Question #2: How big are you?” she continues. “Oh, I’m about 5’6…” the stud replies innocently enough. “Ummm, no…I mean how big is your penis…?” the blonde clarifies the question. “Oh, yeah! That! My bad…like almost 8 inches…” Aaron replies, flashing another mischievous grin. “You’re a big boy!” the blonde replies, tapping in the data on her notepad. “I think I already know the answer to Question #3, but I need to ask it anyway…” she continues. “What’s Question #3?” Aaron asks, starting to enjoy the interview. “Are you a virgin?” Michelle replies. “Oh, no way! I’m not one of them!” Aaron answers, grinning again; he feels a fresh surge of blood far below as his stiffened love worm throbs eagerly. “Somehow I didn’t think so…okay, Question #4: Are you in a relationship right now?” the blonde asks, still maintaining a level, professional tone of voice. “Yeah, two of them…kinda…there’s Megan…and Erika…but Erika, I don’t know if that’s gonna last…” the stud replies. “So, you have two girlfriends…interesting…” the blonde murmurs thoughtfully. “Question #5: When was the last time you had intercourse?” she now asks. “You mean sex…?” Aaron replies. “Yes, when was the last time you had sexual intercourse…?” the blonde repeats. “Does getting head count?” Aaron asks, thinking about the surprise blow job he and J.J. just got from Julie. “No, fellatio doesn’t count…we’re talking actual intercourse…” Michelle responds patiently. “Oh, last night, then!” Aaron replies. “Last night…very good…with one of your girlfriends?” the blonde asks as she adds the data to her spreadsheet. “No, just some random chick…actually five random chicks…” Aaron replies in a matter of fact, somewhat bored tone. “Wha…? Wait…five…? FIVE girls…? You had sex with five girls last night…???” Michelle exclaims, her eyes opening wide in genuine astonishment. “Yeah…” the stud replies with a shrug. “Oh my god! You’re serious!” the blonde exclaims, clapping her hand to her wide open mouth. “Yeah…I don’t lie about shit…er, I mean stuff like that…me and J.J. went to a party and we both got laid…” Aaron replies; he briefly considers mentioning his afternoon encounter with Emily, but holds back, not sure that the nerdy blonde could handle it. “Who’s J.J.?” Michelle now asks. “He’s my cousin…that’s him…” Aaron replies, pulling out his phone and showing the blonde a picture of his fellow stud. “He’s very handsome…” Michelle declares approvingly. “So, he hooked up with Marilyn last night and I was supposed to hook up with Olivia, but then there were all these other chicks and things kinda got weird…” Aaron explains. “Very interesting…Well, that’s all that I’ve got for the data gathering portion of the interview…time to move on to the lab portion…” the blonde announces, getting up from the sofa. Turning to face a still seated Aaron, she loosens the belt securing her lab coat. “Oh yeah…fuck yeah!” Aaron murmurs, as he watches the petite blonde slip the lab coat off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor…
At the State University stadium, the home team quickly asserts its dominance over their visitors, rolling over Harvest Valley in what will prove to be a 37-0 romp. By half time disgusted Harvest Valley fans, including Steve, are leaving the stadium in droves. Abandoning his friends, the footloose redhead strikes out on his own to get to the Harvest Valley campus. Flashing his braces, the cute freckle faced stud manages to bum a ride with a gaggle of 4 blonde Harvest Valley sorority chicks. Crammed into the back seat of the car between two of the girls, Steve finds himself the center of attention as all four sorority bimbos shamelessly compete for him. Hitching a ride with them not only gets Steve to Harvest Valley in less than an hour, but he also ends up with 4 new contacts entered into his phone, all potential hookups…
“You weren’t exaggerating…you really are almost 8 inches…” Michelle affirms with a practiced eye, gazing approvingly at Aaron’s rigid, spit slickened shaft as it pulses and throbs inches from her face. She sweeps her tongue up and down the full length of the blue veined love worm before putting it back in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down vigorously. “Is this the lab phase…?” Aaron asks, looking down at the blonde head bouncing on his swollen pecker. “Mhmmm…” Michelle replies, her response muffled by the rigid penis in her mouth. “Yo, anything for science!” Aaron replies cheerfully, before letting out a deep groan as the nerdy blonde takes him all the way down to the balls…
“You are a warrior now, my sister!” the Amazon princess proudly congratulates her 17 year old sibling as they survey the battlefield piled high with male corpses; in her first battle, the younger girl has killed 5 men and the swords of both sisters are dripping with blood in the aftermath of another great Amazon victory. J.J.’s enjoyed watching all of the non-stop killing, but he now realizes that he hasn’t heard from Olivia, Marilyn, or Steve. Super horny from watching the Amazons, he really needs to bury his stiffened bone in one of the blonde sorority bimbos, or preferably both of them; he’s also baffled by Steve’s silence. Where the fuck is the dude? He should have been here hours ago…His horniness and frustration growing by the minute, the stud is suddenly startled by a knock on the door…
“Mmmm…just a little bit over to the left…oh yes! Right there!” Michelle purrs approvingly; lying on her back on the sofa with Aaron’s face buried between her wide open thighs, she verbally guides the teen stud’s eager tongue as he snacks on her sushi. “Mmmm…tasty snatch!” Aaron murmurs, looking up briefly at the blonde before putting his tongue back to work on her hot spot. “Oh my god! That’s an orgasm!” the blonde suddenly exclaims, squirming as she throws her head back and lets out a long, lingering moan of pleasure. “Cool!” Aaron exclaims. He quickly brings Michelle to a second climax with his tongue before getting into position on top of her, inserting his throbbing love worm into her thoroughly saturated pussy and starting to thrust…
“Yo, what was that for…?” a shocked J.J. exclaims, his reddened cheek stinging from the resounding slap that he just received. There, standing in the open doorway, her face suffused with rage, is Nancy, stunningly dressed in a tight fitting, low cut red minidress and matching red stiletto pumps. “What’s that for? You bastard! You lying little bastard!” the brunette replies, raising her hand again; J.J. takes several steps backwards and Nancy advances into the apartment in pursuit, with blood in her eyes. “I had sex with 8 guys last night…8 random guys!” she exclaims in a wrathful voice as J.J. continues to back away from her. “Yo, the instructions said you were only supposed to do 5 dudes…” J.J. replies in a defensive tone. “Those instructions were phony and so are you! You’re not with Alpha Sigma Sigma! I got my phone back this morning and found all these texts from some guy named Chaz…he was the one I was supposed to meet yesterday!” the enraged brunette says, holding up her phone to display the evidence. “Oh, yeah! My dude Chaz! I just figured that you met him before you came over here…” J.J. replies, flashing his braces in a disarming grin as he tries to spin out the deception, but the infuriated Nancy isn’t buying it. “You don’t know him! And now he won’t answer any of my texts and all the girls at Delta Alpha Gamma Delta are ghosting me, too! You’ve ruined everything for me!” she exclaims before bursting into tears. For a moment, J.J. is speechless. “Yo…I’m sorry…” he finally manages to say, feeling a genuine twinge of regret; he’s completely crushed a girl’s dreams just so he could get a blow job…
Grunting loudly and sweating profusely, Aaron hammers Michelle into the soft, supple pleather of her living room sofa. “Harder, baby! Harder!” she encourages the stud and Aaron complies, grunting even louder as he pistons his hips with feverish speed. “Yes! Right there! Right there!” Michelle cries out as Aaron’s dick finds the magic spot, thumping the petite blonde into first one orgasm and then another and another. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” she moans, running her hands all over the stud’s sweat slickened body, as her high heels bob and bounce overhead. Finally, with a loud gasp, Aaron ejaculates; his balls convulse and his spurting tool hurls globs of nut scum into the nerdy blonde’s well pounded love box…
“Yo, that sucks…I really wish there was some way I could make it up to you…” J.J. tells Nancy as they sit together on the sofa; the brunette has at least stopped sobbing and is slowly composing herself. “You’ve already made it up to me…and the real reason I came over here is to thank you…” Nancy now explains, her voice still quavering, but finally managing a forced smile. “Wait…you wanna thank me…? For what?” a confused J.J. asks her. “For last night…” the girl replies. “Last night…? But you said…” the bewildered stud starts to reply. “Yes, last night…I mean I’m mad that you lied to me and it really sucks that I’ll never be able to get into Delta Alpha Gamma Delta, but…oh…my…god…8 guys! All that sex! I felt like such a slut!” the brunette exclaims, her face now lighting up. “You wanna thank me for that…?” J.J. asks, still confused. “Oh my god, yes! I never knew what I was missing out on!” Nancy exclaims, her face now beaming. “Cool! Now I don’t feel so bad…” J.J. replies, flashing his braces in a relieved grin. “You shouldn’t feel bad, baby…and now I’m really going to thank you!” Nancy replies, pressing her lips to J.J.’s and moving her hand down to the bulge in his jeans…
“Let’s see…two orgasms from cunnilingus and five…no wait…six…from intercourse…that’s eight orgasms!” Michelle announces, in a professional, detached tone as she types the data into her notepad. Still naked except for her high heels, she’s balancing the notepad on her lap as she types; she’s spread out a towel underneath her to absorb Aaron’s sweat, which has completely drenched the sofa. “Holy shit…that’s pretty good!” Aaron exclaims, lying at the other end of the sofa, his cum oozing pecker only now starting to deflate. “Yes, you were definitely better than the two interviews I had yesterday!” Michelle assures him. “So, you interviewed those other dudes the same way you interviewed me…?” the stud asks, lifting himself up into a sitting position. “Yes! It’s all part of the research project…” Michelle assures him, not looking up from her computer. “Glad I could help…” the stud now says with a grin. “Yes, you’ve been a big help…can you stay a little bit longer? I’d like to collect a little more…ummm…data…from you…” the blonde now asks him, turning her head to peer at him over her glasses. “Sure!” the sweaty stud eagerly agrees, flashing another tinsel grin. “Excellent! Let’s take this to the bedroom…” Michelle now declares, getting to her feet. Carrying her notepad, she beckons the stud to follow her. Aaron quickly pops a fresh erection as he trails the petite blonde to her bedroom; he eyes her shapely little ass jiggling in front of him, and just above it the tribal design tattoo on the small of her back…
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Nancy shrieks, as J.J.’s eager, roving tongue propels her into climax. They’re now in the stud’s bedroom, the brunette lying on her back with her legs spread wide, her entire body heaving in orgasm, with J.J.’s mouth clamped firmly on her muff. “Mmmm…pussy is so fucking sweet…” J.J. murmurs, before taking the brunette’s clit in his mouth and lightly nibbling it. “Oh my god!” Nancy moans again, her breath now coming in heaving gasps. “Can’t believe your boyfriend isn’t eating this pussy every night…” J.J. murmurs. “He never…eats it…oh my god! Yes! Yes!” Nancy shrieks as J.J.’s tongue hurtles her into another orgasm. “Mmmm…dude doesn’t know what he’s missing…pussy is SO fucking good!” J.J. murmurs, before putting his tongue back to work…
“Oh my god!” Michelle gasps as a grunting Aaron pounds her pussy doggy style. Gritting his teeth, the stud grips the petite blonde’s hips tightly and keeps his eye on her tramp stamp as he hammers away at her love box; positioned right on her tailbone, it aligns perfectly with her anal cleft and also with Aaron’s rigid, piston thrusting dick, providing the teen stud with a visual pointer as he slams home thrust after thrust. “Oh my god! Orgasm!” the blonde announces as climax sweeps over her; she throws her head back and lets out a loud, high pitched moan. The sweat soaked stud utters a loud, animal grunt of satisfaction, throwing even more momentum into his machine like hip lunges. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Yes! Right there!” Michelle gasps as she feels herself building up towards another climax. Letting out a growl, the stud redoubles his efforts, determined to make the demure blonde scream. He hammers her with a flurry of rapid, forceful thrusts and finally gets what he wants; Michelle lets out a full throated, high pitched shriek of ecstasy as Aaron smashes her into yet another orgasm. “Oh, yeah! Fuck yeah!” the sweat drenched stud gasps just as he feels his nuts convulse, flinging more of his genetic sludge into Michelle’s already cum drenched love slot…
“You slut…you fucking slut…all those…fucking dudes…last night…” J.J. taunts Nancy as he hammers her pussy doggy style with firm, steady thrusts. “You turned me into a slut, baby!” the brunette calls out cheerfully over her shoulder in reply. “I’m gonna…fuck you…like a slut!” the stud replies; clamping his hands down on the brunette’s hips, he starts thrusting harder and faster. As the sweat pours off of him, the stud pummels Nancy into one orgasm after another; the brunette is a screamer and her shouts of ecstasy ring in J.J.’s ears throughout the protracted pussy pounding session until finally his balls explode. Throwing his head back and letting out a visceral groan, the stud orgasms deep in the brunette’s pussy, his tool spurting thick, slimy globs of nut sludge into Nancy’s thoroughly pounded babymaker…
“So, you don’t think J.J. would mind doing an interview…?” Michelle asks; sticking her legs out over the edge of the bed, she uses one of her high heeled pumps to pry the other one off her foot and lets it drop to the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. She then uses her bare foot to partly pull off her other shoe, dangling it on her toes for a moment before letting it drop with another thump. “No, the dude won’t mind at all…he’d be glad to help!” a sweat soaked Aaron assures her, eager to hook his cousin up. “Great! I’m going to go ahead and reschedule the two other interviews that I have later today…’ the blonde replies, wiggling her bare toes as she reaches for her phone on the nightstand. “And I’ll text J.J. to come over!” Aaron exclaims eagerly. “Just please don’t tell him what the interview is all about…I want him to have an open mind going into it…” Michelle cautions the enthusiastic teen…
“So, that’s Aaron…” a sweaty J.J. tells Nancy, showing her pics of his cousin on his phone as they cuddle together after sex. “Wow! He’s so cute! He looks just like you!” Nancy enthuses. “Yeah, everybody tells us that…the dude is super cool and I love him like he’s my actual brother…” J.J. replies. “Where did you say he is right now?” Nancy asks. “He’s doing an interview with some Ph.D. chick…she’s doing some kind of research project…” J.J. replies. “Wow! That sucks! That sounds horrible!” Nancy exclaims, snuggling up even closer to the stud. “Yeah, I tried to talk him out of doing it…he’s been gone a lot longer than I expected and he’s not answering my texts…he’s probably gonna be so bummed when he gets back…” J.J. observes. “Do you want me to fuck him…?” Nancy asks, in a casual tone. “Yeah…that would be cool!” J.J. replies, just as his phone pings with an incoming text. “Is it Aaron…?” the brunette asks hopefully. “Yeah…dude says he needs a ride…he’s at Birch Street Apartments…” J.J. snorts in disbelief. “And he needs a ride from there? That’s only 2 or 3 blocks away!” Nancy exclaims. “Dude is lazy…I spoil him too much…you just wait here and I’ll have him back here for you in 5 minutes…” J.J. replies, climbing out of bed and starting to get dressed…
“Wow! This sucks…my phone just went dead…completely dead!” Aaron exclaims; back in his clothes and standing in Michelle’s bedroom, he looks in disbelief at the unresponsive device in his hand. “No worries…I can text J.J. to just come up to my apartment…enter his number in my contacts…” Michelle replies; jumping out of bed, the naked little blonde scurries over to Aaron and hands him her phone. Fortunately, the younger stud has J.J.’s phone number memorized and he enters it into blonde’s contacts. “Is there a cell phone store around here…?” he now asks. “Yes, PHD Phone on Elm Street…just 2 blocks over…” Michelle replies. “Yo, I’m gonna go there and get my phone fixed and you can interview J.J.!” the stud tells her, handing her phone back. “Mmmm…I can’t wait…” the brainy blonde purrs in response…
Dude is so lazy…I can’t believe he wants me to drive his ass just 3 blocks…should have made him walk…J.J. grumbles to himself as he pulls into a parking spot behind Michelle’s apartment building and puts his car into park. He’s just about to send Aaron a text telling him to come down to the car when his phone pings. It’s a text from a number that he doesn’t recognize, asking him to come up to Apartment 5C. Dude is really yanking my chain now…I’m gonna kick his ass! J.J. fumes. He doesn’t even bother to respond to the text; turning off his car, he gets out and starts walking towards the back entrance to the building…
“Holy shit! This is an awesome welcome!” Steve exclaims, looking down at the hot, naked brunette on her knees in front of him, his throbbing pecker engulfed in her mouth. “You’re not Aaron…” Nancy declares, briefly gazing up at him with a skeptical look in her eye before resuming her rhythmic head bobbing. “No, I’m Steve…” the freckle faced stud replies. “J.J. didn’t tell me about you…you’re cute, too! And you’re a redhead!” the brunette enthuses before putting her mouth back to work. Steve throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as the brunette’s lips kiss the base of his rigid, pulsating shaft…