gootexmikeross

“Aw, shucks!”

Mike Ross snapped his fingers in mild frustration. He was in his usual place, sitting alongside his lifelong friend and Street Fighter partner Gootecks, recording another Excellent Adventures video for the world to enjoy. However, Mike was in pretty big trouble with this latest game; some online scrub was defeating him!

“Just gotta concentrate” Mike thought to himself as round two began. He went on the attack, desperately attempting to give his opponent the famous Cody Boot™, but alas the online scrub was too much and he quickly found himself caught up in a nasty combo that sapped the last of his life.

“What happened, Mike?” asked Gootecks, deeply concerned about his friend’s poor performance. Mike sighed, still trying to get over his loss.

“Oh, I don’t know Gootecks. I think it’s the stick.”

“The stick?” asked Gootecks. “But you just bought this Madcatz™ TE Fightstick using coupon-code “CROSSCOUNTER” didn’t you? What’s the problem?”

“I feel like I’m just out of practice, like I’ve forgotten how to properly work the stick.” Mike responded with another sad sigh.
Gootecks knew exactly what to do. Whenever he had problems in Street Fighter, he knew he just had to work his stick a certain way and the magic would return.

“Maybe I can help you with your stick problems...” said Gootecks, leaning in for a deep kiss before Mike could answer. Gootecks’ tongue danced inside Mike Ross’ mouth, who was still too deep in shock to react. Eventually, though, Mike Ross pushed Gootecks away from him – a trail of saliva dripping from their tongues.

“Gootecks, what do you think you’re doing?” asked Mike, his eyes wide and his heart pounding.
Gootecks smiled a wry grin. “You took your time pushing me off, Mike, and I can see your... “stick” is nice and hard.”
Mike Ross looked down at his jeans. Sure enough, there was a sizeable bulge in his crotch.

“Hang on, Gootecks,” Mike Ross started. “I’m not—“

“Gay? It doesn’t matter Mike, I just want to make you better at Street Fighter. Let me help you.” Gootecks leaned in again, and the dynamic duo began a lustful tongue-dance while Gootecks’ dexterous hands performed a brutal FADC-into-Ultra combo on Mike Ross’ belt, effortlessly pulling away at his jeans and underpants, exposing Mike Ross’ thick, hard black monster dick. It was at least nine inches long, throbbing and dripping with precum.

“I guess it’s true what they say about black guys, huh Mike?”

“Yeah, you know me Gootecks. I’m the best!”

Gootecks dropped to his knees in awe of Mike Ross’ mighty dong. He went down on the head, grabbing the base of the shaft like a Madcatz™ TE Fightstick. With his other hand, he massaged Mike Ross’ glorious balls, fumbling with the lobes like he was practicing his links. Through mouthfuls of Ross-cock, Gootecks told Ross to “observe the technique.”
Finally, Mike Ross understood! He closed his eyes and thought of Street Fighter. Gootecks’ mouth and hand were working his stick like the pro that he was, and Mike could feel the fighting spirit start to stir within him once again.

“Oh yeah, Gootecks, I’m close! I’m... I’m...”

“Go ahead Mike, shoot your load all in my mouth. I believe in you Mike! I believe in Mike Ross!”

With those words, Mike Ross’ dick erupted, spraying Gooteck’s mouth and face with his cum.

“I’M THE BEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSST!” shouted Mike as the cum continued to splash Gooteck’s face, who was eating it all up and licking his lips, enjoying the salty taste.

“So Mike, are you ready for round two?”

“You bet I am Gootecks, bend over.” said Mike Ross, his dick still hard and ready to go.

Gootecks dropped his pants and bent over, his tight butthole eager to accept Mike Ross’ phat stick. Mike Ross pressed his dick againt Gootecks’ butt, but despite Gooteck’s eager mouth-lubing it was not going in. Mike pushed harder and harder, and slowly it started to give.

“You’re cracking, Gootecks, you’re cracking!” And sure enough, with enough tender loving care Mike Ross’ dick pushed into Gootecks’ tight butt.
Gootecks moaned in pleasure as Mike Ross started to thrust in and out of his ass. Mike Ross started slow, increasing the speed as he worked his stick like it was finals at Evo. With one hand, Mike reached around to work Gootecks’ stick while the other hand spanked his ass like a Honda hundred-hand slap. Gootecks all the while was feeling immense pleasure from both his ass and his dick, as Mike Ross was jerking him off with the same ferocity Gootecks used when he threw his stick that one time at Evo ‘09.
Mike Ross was fucking like a champion. His huge black dick was thrusting in and out of Gootecks’ butt and his expert hands were playing with Gootecks’ dick and balls with superb precision. He could ignore the pleasure no more.

“Gootecks, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it Mike, cum inside my Chinese-Mexican ass!”

Mike Ross blew his load in Gootecks’ ass.

Lying together on the couch, Mike Ross’ dick slipped out of Gootecks’ ass. Once again Mike Ross believed in himself. He felt like he could body Daigo Umehara like it was nothing. And now that Gootecks had shown him his secret stick-working technique, maybe he could...
Gootecks picked up the cum-splattered Madcatz™ TE Fightstick and handed it back to Mike Ross. Mike’s previous opponent had sent him a message. It simply read:

“DGF HHW (<)(<)”