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It was a typical day in FMS IRC. B12 was typing furiously, his fingers racing. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He delicately wiped it off. His deep, full, sparkling eyes went back to the chatroom. FMS IRC wasn't the same without Anujan there. Anujan was on a school vacation, in B12's Area! His heart beat at the thought of meeting up with Anujan. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door! He begrudgingly got up, and adjusted his sweatsoaked wifebeater. He wished for a moment that it would be Anujan on the other side of the door. He sighed, his round lips quavering. As his nimble fingers turned the knob, he was shocked to see it was just a salesman. "BUY MY SEASHELLS" screamed the salesman. B12 already had enough seashells...what he wanted was Anujan.
As he walked back to his PC, he wondered what he'd have done if it was Anujan. His mind wandered from the normal, saying hi and asking if Anujan would like something to eat, to the odd, such as pulling Anujan in for a kiss. B12 had never kissed a boy before. He'd had friends who did. They always said it was just like kissing a girl. He snapped out of this and went back to typing on FMS IRC. The doorbell rang again. Once again, B12 stood up to get it. He exasperately thought out loud: "I SWEAR TO JESUS IF IT'S THAT FUCKING SALESMAN AGAIN I'M GONNA KILL HIS FAMILY" He did the same menial, memorized, monotonous method of opening the door. Only this time, it wasn't a salesman. It was Anujan. "Phew, good thing I didn't need to use this!" said B12 as he set down his handgun. Anujan looked confused, and grinned at B12, softly asking "SHIT MAN CAN I RUN MY SOURCE AT YOUR HOUSE?
B12 giggled. He could always count on Anujan to cheer him up. Anujan didn't seem amused. "Fucking hell man does it look like I'm joking?" B12 casually said, "Oh, sorry Anujan, I can't...my mom'd be mad." Anujan looked around. "You're home alone?" B12 hesistated. "Well...yeah. My mom won't be back for a few hours." Anujan's mouth opened in a satisfied grin. He then asked, "Hey...I'm kinda hungry. Have anything for me to eat?" B12 quickly responded: "MY COCK" Anujan looked at B12 strangely. "Erm...did you say chicken and rice?" B12 timidly nodded. But as much as Anujan tried to hide it, they both knew that was the answer Anujan wanted. Anujan looked deeply into B12's eyes. "B12...I wanna sample your gay..." "Source?" B12 asked. "No, BB, I want to sample YOU, gay." B12 blushed, and then replied with, "BEYBLADIOS" Anujan loved that kind of quirkiness. In fact...Anujan loved B12.
B12 was almost at panic. The sweat sparkled in his eyebrows, so beautifully defined in the afternoon. "Anujan...I've...never tried being gay before..." Anujan chuckled. "B12...gay is always in you." "ANUJAN ARE YOU CALLIN ME A HOMO-oh wait, shucks, you're right!" B12 felt the room spin. He'd dreamt of this for years, but now that it was happening it felt so wrong. "It's okay to be afraid...let me begin." Anujan dug his fingernails into B12's neck and pulled him in for the kiss. Anujan's tongue floated around B12's mouth like Rayquaza around Sky Pillar. B12 wanted to push him away, he really did. But he couldn't. He was already buried in passion. Anujan pulled away after what felt like an eternity of unadulterated passion. "B12...guess where I hid the flag for THIS game." B12 grinned at his cheesyness. "Who do you think I am? SupiAngel?" "No...because I don't do this with SupiAngel." Anujan pulled down B12's pants.
B12's phallus came to life as if Tifa Lockheart had used a Phoenix Down on it. But enough about her...this was about Anujan. Anujan seemed surprised. "I've never seen one that big...EXCEPT FOR MINE" B12 sighed. "Anujan you one-upping faggo-OH SHIT" Anujan wasn't bluffing. His manly meatballon looked like a Lugia in full flight, and made B12's throbbing Ho-oh feel inadequate. Anujan placed his hand on B12's Flying/Fire type and used vice grip on it. B12 had never felt anything like this before. It perplexed him. What perplexed him even more was that he was related everything in his gay love escapades to Pokemon. Anujan then looked even more determined. "B12...sit on the keyboard." B12 was hesitant. Anujan commanded: "B12 GET THE FUCK ON THE FUCKING KEYBOARD" B12 had never heard such commanding speech from Anujan. He liked it. He slowly climbed onto the keyboard and felt the keys against his Negro Patrick Star.
Anujan descended upon B12's quivering miniature Vin Diesel. His mouth speedily traversed B12's organic Wiimote, to the point of B12 shaking. The noises were amazing. The sucking noises from Anujan. The frantic clacking of the keys. "Bill And Ted's Excellent Adventure" playing on the TV. He took this opportunity to look into Anujan's eyes. They were full and beautiful. Anujan understood B12 like no one else. And he was great at giving head. He quietly whispered to Anujan, "Anujan...I...I...love you." Anujan latched off B12's caramel cock. "I love you too." There was enough awkward silence to fill Snorlax's stomach. B12 smiled, and said, "BITCH DID I TELL YOU TO STOP SUCKING" Anujan blushed and went back into his tracheal expedition of the wild frontier, a.k.a., B12's willy. B12 rang out in augish, "I...I can't take it anymore! Bend over, Anujan. This is something I need to do. He hopped off the keyboard, never glancing at the monitor, which currently displayed Trunks ranting at B12 for "typing gibberish and being a FUCKING TOOL HURR".
It was perfect. Anujan was on all fours on the floor. A four on the floor beat came into B12's head, much like he would be coming into Anujan's pooper. Anujan bobbed his anus eagerly. "HOLD THE FUCK ON" delicately said B12. He finally decided the time was right, and plunged into Anujan's anus like he was spamming Brandish on Pianus. He began to realize his MS fandom was taking a toll on his mental health. As he thrust away, Anujan smiled. "Lemme show you something I learned while in RageZone" "Anujan, I didn't know you had techniques for taking it in the chocolate void!" "B12 YOU PERVERT I MEAN THAT I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE PASTRIES FROM THE BREAD AND WATER THEY GAVE US" said Anujan as he held up a homemade cake. B12 stopped for a sAnujannd, scared that Anujan was ashamed and wouldn't like him anymore. Anujan giggled. "You know that's why I love you B12." B12 let out a sigh of relief and went on to relieving sighs of passion.
Finally, B12 felt the strangest sensation...not unlike being surrounded by beautiful roses while dancing in the moonlight and drinking the greatest drink ever made and beating the shit out of the local seashell vendor. He realized this was an orgasm, but far more different than the ones he had while fapping. This was...paradise. Orgasiutopia. He then pondered how much of a kickass theme park that could be. It'd have rides like the fucking G Spot Spinner, Roller Cumster, and Crazy Clits. But what if you brought kids in there? Dude, this is kind of fucked up. What would the basic mascot be? He agreed on the mascot being a pile of cum as he fired one into Anujan. Anujan fell off B12's pelvic diving board, as the manslime oozed from him. "B12, are you up for a power strike? Trust me, it'll do alot of dmg..." B12 was in no mood. "YOU FGT YOU DO REALIZE MY MOM'S GONNA BE HOME" Anujan looked hurt. "Sorry man, it's just, I'm still a little confused about what just happened." "You fucked me in the ass retard" "Oh right".
After they both changed into their clothes, they talked about their new relationship. "Anujan...if you're ever in the area...call me." "How about you come visit me you lazy douche" "What?" "I SURE WILL B12 MAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" "Oh, okay!" They shared one last kiss, with more tongue and passion. As B12 watched Anujan walk out the door, he wondered if they'd ever be together again, and how it'd be like talking on FMS IRC. Then the door opened once more! Anujan ran back in and hugged B12 as tight as Anujan's anus probably was before he experimented with thunderhead dildos. "B12...I had to come back to tell you this..." "What is it, Anujan?
"Seriously man, can you run my source?"
Originally Posted by RaptorJesus
