hot stuff

MC2 gasped when he saw a reflection in his bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, he caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared his palette king title. He stood and spun around, his balls swinging heavily with the momentum. He grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless MalaDingDong quivering with desire in the hallway.
MalaDingDong was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into MC2’s rich chest.
As MC2 squished up against his granite abs, MalaDingDong almost had a dick aneurysm.
“MC2,” MalaDingDong murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against MC2’s growing bulge. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
MC2 had been waiting to hear these words. His heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. He saw himself and MalaDingDong happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. His butt got all warm, too.
“MalaDingDong,” MC2 moaned, his turgid groin straining with desire. “I need you.”
MalaDingDong, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
MC2 looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” he added. “MalaDingDong, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, MalaDingDong flexed his rough-hewn abs and MC2 found himself being guided to his soft bed by the sheer force of MalaDingDong’s undulating midsection. He parted his thighs in anticipation, exposing the puckered anus.
MalaDingDong entered him like he was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside him and he felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
MC2 clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and his hands. His spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. His body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then MalaDingDong moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as MC2 spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
MC2 got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. He glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
He walked across the room and picked up his towel, still wet with shower water. “MalaDingDong,” he said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But his bed was empty.
MalaDingDong was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, MC2 heard the fading sound of galloping abs.