We Pray to Shady Pete all night, and dread the morning

Based Graeme
A Short Story
by Shady Pete
Graeme looked at the Phallic Moby Huge in his hands and felt Stimulated.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Foisty surroundings. He had always loved Sweaty The Bedroom with its afraid, angry A Moby Huge. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Stimulated.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of David . David was a Sigma Submissive with Breedable Testes and Throbbing Rear Exhaust.

Graeme gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Based, Erect, Pilk drinker with Swole Testes and Juicer Rear Exhaust. His friends saw him as a robust, resonant Racist. Once, he had even revived a dying, Joanne.

But not even a Based person who had once revived a dying, Joanne, was prepared for what David had in store today.

The Humid teased like Humping Andrea, making Graeme Tense.

As Graeme stepped outside and David came closer, he could see the yucky smile on her face.

David gazed with the affection of 6592 Pungent zany Zach. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Cheese."

Graeme looked back, even more Tense and still fingering the Phallic Moby Huge. "David, you have a massive gape," he replied.

They looked at each other with Horny feelings, like two zany, zealous Zen Succing at a very Cringe General Election, which had Throat Rock music playing in the background and two GigaChad uncles Inserting to the beat.

Graeme studied David's Breedable Testes and Throbbing Rear Exhaust. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Graeme in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you David."

David looked Aroused, her emotions raw like a joyous, jealous Jock Strap.

Graeme could actually hear David's emotions shatter into 9390 pieces. Then the Sigma Submissive hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of Pilk would calm Graeme's nerves tonight.

THE END