Wayne appeared over Garth’s shoulder and took a deep lung-full of his wild blonde hair. A smile crept across Wayne’s face and he wrapped a forearm around Garth’s shoulder. With his free hand, he stripped off his ever-present black baseball cap and shook his long black hair into his face. Garth arched his back, pressing his buttocks into Wayne’s rock-hard bulge. A similar smile creased Garth’s face, just barely revealing Garth’s slightly crooked teeth. Garth turned, draped his arms around Wayne’s shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips touched tentatively, their mouths slightly parted to better taste one another. With those first sweet tastes of each other, they became ravenous. They moaned and groped, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Garth’s hand found the top button to Wayne’s acid-washed jeans and his fingers fumbled about as he tried to undo the catch. Suddenly, Wayne broke the kiss and turned his head towards the invisible window in which all readers and writers may view fictional worlds. Garth continued peppering kisses across Wayne’s cheek and down his neck.
“Really? Gay Sex. That’s what you’re, really, going with?” Wayne asked the author of this story. Garth opened up Wayne’s jeans and his hand disappeared inside.
“There’s nothing wrong with being gay, but we both have girlfriends as of the end of Wayne’s World 2.” Wayne continued. Garth’s hand, the one that wasn’t fondling Wayne’s underwear-clad member, was delving deep into his own jeans.
“Remember? Tia Carrere? Back in the 90’s, there wasn’t a single post-pubescent boy that wasn’t jacking it to Tia Carrere. Why not her?” Wayne asked as Garth’s hand reemerged from his jeans only to disappear again, this time sliding inside of Wayne’s briefs.
“This just seems uninspired. Anytime someone pairs two guys, someone else makes the joke about them being gay. It’s really kind of homophobic when you think about it. What exactly is so funny about me passionately making love to Garth?”
“Fuck me.” Garth whispered into Wayne’s ear. With that, Garth dropped to his knees and pulled Wayne’s rock-hard, eleven-inch cock out from his jeans and began drawing his tongue along its length. Soon, Garth’s face was dripping with his own slobber and Wayne’s pre-cum.
“I mean, Garth’s my best friend and I love him dearly. Oh! If a man loves another man that instantly means they’re both gay. Isn’t that childish? Just a little bit?” Wayne placed his hand on the crown of Garth’s head and began to rock his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Garth’s mouth while Garth moaned in pleasure.
“This is just infantile. Garth landed Kim Basinger. Kim Basinger! The same guys that were jacking it to Tia Carrere were getting chapped and tender over Kim Basinger. But because Garth and I are friends, we must be fucking one another.- Bend over Garth.” Wayne said. Garth rose from his knees and leaned over the armrest of the couch where the two of them taped ‘Wayne’s World.’
“Yeah. With your narrow view, you’re probably expecting me to pound his ass raw. No! I’ll dance for you, puppet master, but I’m screwing on my own terms. Slow and romantic, or will that blow your preconceived notions out of the water?” With that, Wayne began to gently massage Garth’s tiny, brown asshole.
“Fuck me, Wayne! Fuck me hard!” Garth cried.
“Dude. You’re not helping my case.” Wayne said. When Garth’s anus was relaxed and yawning, Wayne slowly slid his dong inside.
“Mmmm! Yeah. Yes. Do it to me, Wayne.” Garth said.
“What I don’t get is, why would you pass up funnier jokes for this. We once said ‘Schwing!’ to Madonna. She’s all bony and weird-looking now. Why not her forcing herself on us. Well okay. When I think about it, that’s just trading homophobia for sexism. A sexually-forward, older woman. God forbid.” Wayne said, adopting a sarcastic tone. He gripped Garth by the hips and drove his prick up into Garth’s large intestine. Garth screamed with pleasure and then gripped his cock, jacking it hard.
“You know what, no. I don’t think it is sexism. Madonna is objectively gross. Her arms alone. Garth and I double-teaming Madonna would be ten-times more funny than me fucking Garth.” Wayne said, drawing his pork-sword back out from Garth’s brown hole.
“I want to have your cum-baby!” Garth screamed. Wayne hung his head in disgust, but continued to thrust into Garth’s ass.
“This is just getting embarrassing. Let me just end this.” Wayne said, picking up the pace. Slap. Slap. Slap. Wayne’s crouch slammed into Garth’s ass cheeks. Garth screamed and writhed as Garth yanked on his manhood. Wayne finally erupted, blowing scalding hot semen up into Garth’s bat-cave.
“YES! YES! YES! YES!” Garth screamed as tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. Wayne pulled free of Garth and spunk leaked and oozed from Garth’s throbbing log-flume.
“I hope you’re proud of yourself, you dirty bitch. I’m going to go watch The Avengers.” Wayne said, stealing up the basement stairs with his cock dangling between his legs.
The End
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