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Miracle Whip (Casey) PG MMOM 11-19
Title: Miracle Whip
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moit
Fandom: The Faculty
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy
Summary: After an intense night of partying with Zeke, Casey seeks out some motion lotion. The trouble is, Zeke's house doesn't have lotion.
Word Count: 161
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mmom #19
Zeke’s living room looked as though it had been hit by a tornado. It was littered with popcorn, candy wrappers, DVD cases, pillows, empty soda cans, and one half-eaten lollipop ground into the carpet. In the middle of the mess were Zeke and Casey, sound asleep. Well, Zeke was asleep. Casey was wide-awake on a sugar high, trying to figure out what to do with his boner.
Unable to stand it any longer, Casey stood up. He glanced around the room, looking for anything that resembled lotion. The only thing he could find that would even work was a tube of squeezable mayonnaise. With a wince, Casey slapped a dollop on his cock and got to work.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Casey spun around, cock and hand covered in mayonnaise. Zeke’s expression would have been comical, had it not been for the embarrassment Casey was suffering.
“I thought you were asleep!”
“I wish I was,” Zeke groaned, turning around.
Author:
moitFandom: The Faculty
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy
Summary: After an intense night of partying with Zeke, Casey seeks out some motion lotion. The trouble is, Zeke's house doesn't have lotion.
Word Count: 161
Challenge:
mmom #19Zeke’s living room looked as though it had been hit by a tornado. It was littered with popcorn, candy wrappers, DVD cases, pillows, empty soda cans, and one half-eaten lollipop ground into the carpet. In the middle of the mess were Zeke and Casey, sound asleep. Well, Zeke was asleep. Casey was wide-awake on a sugar high, trying to figure out what to do with his boner.
Unable to stand it any longer, Casey stood up. He glanced around the room, looking for anything that resembled lotion. The only thing he could find that would even work was a tube of squeezable mayonnaise. With a wince, Casey slapped a dollop on his cock and got to work.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Casey spun around, cock and hand covered in mayonnaise. Zeke’s expression would have been comical, had it not been for the embarrassment Casey was suffering.
“I thought you were asleep!”
“I wish I was,” Zeke groaned, turning around.