Meanwhile, in the bedroom of Matthew and Louis Stevens, Louis spoke up, “Is that a gun in my ass, or are you just happy to see me?”
Matthew let out a bit of a chuckle. “You’ve gotta stop making puns while I’m sodomizing you.”
“Where’s the pun in that?” Louis asked, half-purring. He craned his neck so that he could get a good look at Matthew.
Matthew knew he would love Louis even if he didn’t have a bubble butt, but the bubble butt definitely helped, no buts about it.
Still, Louis’s emerald eyes were just as loveable. Matthew would’ve kissed him, but the physical logistics of sodomy made that difficult.
Simultaneously, both Louis and Matthew’s phones rang.
“Looks like we should have cockblocked,” Louis stopped for a second, suddenly realizing he didn’t really have a good pun here. He continued, “the numbers… on their phones. Because–”
Matthew unsheathed his penis from Louis’s ass, laughing. “It’s alright, you don’t have to finish. The pun. I wasn’t talking about–”
It was Louis’s turn to laugh. “I get it.”
Matthew picked up his phone. After a few moments of listening to the voice on the other end, he said, “Demon running down Spanish River? Yeah, I’m with Louis. Alright. Okay. We’ll be there in ten.”
“The Superbuds,” Matthew said, arms akimbo, erect penis out for all to see, “are assembling.”