“How much ass do you think Megaman gets?” Arin asked, looking over at Jon.
“Well, there’s only one ass i’ll ever want.” Jon replied, staring into Arin’s chocolate brown eyes. They locked gazes for a few seconds, a drop of sweat rolling down Arin’s face. It was hot and they had been playing Megaman 7 for hours.
“I-I… No, I asked how much ass Megaman gets, idiot.” he stammered, trying to ignore what Jon just said.
“I don’t care how many asses Megaman gets, Arin. Even if he got a whopping 7 asses, I still wouldn’t give a shit. What I care about is what I want, and what I want YOUR ass.”
“W-what? Jon, I never knew you felt this way about me.” Arin stammered again, pretending it was a joke, even though he knew Jon wasn’t joking.
“Come on, Arin. No joking. Show me that sweet aaaassss of yours.” Jon said as he leaned over and put his hand on Arin’s thigh.
Arin was completely speechless. He had always had confused feelings for Jon, and wasn’t sure what to expect. He dropped the controller on the floor and started sweating profusely. He tried to think of something to say, some way to say no, but no words came up. It was too late anyway. Jon had already moved his hand over by Arin’s waist and started snaking his belt off. He was still without word, staring almost blankly at Jon as his belt completely came off.
“Don’t be nervous, Arin. You know you’ve always wanted this. I’ve always wanted this. Now bend over and let me see that rump.”
“I-I… uh… yeah.” Arin replied as he got on his hands and knees on the couch, presenting his nice, big butt to Jon. Jon took his shirt off, revealing his jiggly, hairy, stomach, droplets of sweat hanging off. With the power of magnets, Jon pulled down Arin’s pants and underwear in almost an instant, removing them completely without Arin getting off the couch.
Jon stared in awe; for the first time, he saw Arin’s juicy near-perfect ass, unclothed and ready for action. Jon unzipped and removed his own pants and tighty-whiteys, tossing them across the room onto Arin’s Super Nintendo.
Jon couldn’t wait. He had been anxious for this moment for so long. He thrust his erect dingle-dang into Arin’s tight, virgin anus.
“O-oh! OH!” Arin cried out, having never experienced anything like this before.
“Yeah, you like that? YOU LIKE IT? TELL ME YOU’RE MY BITCH, TELL ME I’M PLAYER 1!” Jon shouted, industriously sliding his pennis in and out of Arin’s ass.
“Yes, Player 1! Go faster!” Arin replied. Jon sped up, ramming his cock back and forth in Arin’s hole, surprisingly fast for a person of his size. Jon grabbed the microphone and moaned into it loudly as his dick reached explosive levels of pressure.
Jon quickly pulled his dick out of Arin’s puckered tuckus tunnel, aimed it upwards, and started singing - “AND IIIIIIIIIIII-” - and as he sustained this note, a glorious fountain of cum came bursting forth from his shaft, splattering everywhere like a great semen firework. “-IIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOOOOVE YOOOUUUUUUU!”
And as he sang, more and more semen shot out, some of it reaching all the way to the ceiling. It rained all over Arin, who had turned around to witness the spectacle, staining the shirt he hadn’t taken off. As his sausage ran out of steam, he slumped back onto the couch and laid silent for a few moments in ecstasy.
“…Jon wins.”