| Michael walked up the sidewalk, wondering what the hell happened at V's house anyway. He was in a state of confusion, weariness, boredom, and a little constipation. When suddenly a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder and dragged him roughly into an alley. "Grant, Harry Pooter...er, Harry Potter...uh, dammit, KYLE. Yeah, Kyle! What are you doing here?" Asked Michael. He scratched his ass in puzzlement. "We want to..." Grant said. "...play with your nipples." Kyle finished. Michael continued to scratch. "Huh?" Kyle walked to one end of the alley, did some sort of funky jitterbug, and came back. "Yeah. Play with your nipples. We look at them all day and we just wanna squeeze them, and touch them, and rub them between our fingers...eeeyaaa that's making me SOOOOO gorny!" Grant nodded enthusiastically, putting his Powerpuff vibrator away. Michael smiled slightly. Without another minute wasted, Kyle whipped out a spray bottle and aimed it at Michael's sweet, concealed nipples. It took a few times before it finally worked. In no time at all, the front of Michael's shirt was soaking wet. Then Grant and Kyle eagerly and greedily began rubbing Michael's nipples through the wet fabric. Both of them immediately became hard like two little river pebbles. "Wow. You guys are good." Michael commented, looking down at his poking-out nipples. "You ain't haven't even much seen nothing yet!" Grant shouted excitedly, spraying spittle on Michael's face. Kyle pulled up Michael's shirt and took one sweet, pink, hard as a pebble, man-tit nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then he began to move it up and down, up and down. He went faster and faster. Grant did the same, except his took Michael's nipple and began to move it left and right, left and right. He increased his speed. Pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling. Left and right, left and right. Up and down, up and down. Clap clap clap. Yum Yum Yum. Grant shouted obscienities as he did this, and so did Kyle. They both grabbed eachother's crotch and fondled the bulge they found there. Michael closed his eyes. Leaned back. And orgasmed. ::Camera pans out:: |
| Michael's Rock Pebbles By: Surfer J |