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It was a lovely day in Illinois.
Now, you may be wondering, “what the hell are those four doing in Chicago?” Well, Jakurai and Hifumi wanted to try a hand in learning drill rap, so he decided to take him, his posse, and his loving husband down to America, and the mecca of rap, where the holy son king von was born, O block. A lovely local neighborhood. Also the birthplace of Michelle Obama, Jakurais celebrity crush. Doppo was also there, I suppose.
The four wise men, after a long day of studying the wisdom and unwavering skill of King Von, decided that they where hungry. REALLY hungry.
In the middle of rapping “Fuck da’ Police”, (not a king von song, it being much older than the late rapper but still a good song), Doppo's stomach grumbled a loud, grumbly grumble. Once hearing the grotesque sound, jakurai placed a large, almost yaoi proportional hand on Doppo's plush lower back.
“Doppo…” He mumbled in a low, sultry voice, “Your stomach is rumbling. You must be hungry. Shall we take a break and get some food?”
Doppo let out a whimper of hunger.
“Yes… please.” He pleaded with pathetic salaryman puppy dog eyes. “Please take me to Dennys. I need… pancakes.”
Hifumi and Reri nodded, agreeing to the meal plan. Jakurai hotboxxed the poor men a few more times with his corny Rick and morty crackpipe he had purchased for ramuda as a souvenir, and drove the three men to the nearest dennys, almost hitting a family of four on the way.
The resturaunt was nearly empty, and looked run to shit. NO one wanted to go to this ghetto ass dennys, exept for Matenro, of course. The waitress clearly didnt wanna be there, and just handed Matenro their food, and went to go have a cheeky sip in the back.
Hifumi slid his waffles across the plate, bored.
He gently poured some syrup on the pancakes. The amber fluid dripping seductively onto the rather sad looking soggy gross waffles.
He watch as it dripped.
It was kinda hot.
He stuck his finger in the syrup, letting the sticky substance string on his fingers. He felt his manhood getting really hard, and Doppo noticed. He smirked, sliding a hand on Hifumis ass.
“Exited, arent you? Over some… Maple syrup?”
Hifumi gulped. His erection began to sorely throb for this sticky substance.
“It… its captivating” He said through heavy breaths. Watching his band mate get so riled up made Doppo also extremally riled up. He felt his sore, UTI riddled length grow as well.
“Jakurai, Reri.” Doppo said quietly. “Grab one of those Costco Kirkland bottles of maple syrup, and meet me in the gender neutral bathroom.
They didnt question, because Hifumis wild footlong was sticking up in his pants. It was visible from their side of the table.
The last holy noise of that night was the bathroom door clicking shut.
“Hifumi.” Jakurai bellowed. “You got the idea, how about you be our little bridge, no?”
Hifumi gasped in pleasure, resisting the urge to spill the syrup all over his hard dick and pump it white.
“P-please…” He moaned. “Please use me!!!”
Without much hesitation, Doppo grabbed Hifumis tight ass and drizzled maple syrup all over his finger. without much prep, he began pumping the digit inside Hifumis bussy in a scissoring pattern, perfectly hitting the pathetic grown man's prostate.
He cried out in pleasure, arching his back like a cat. Jakurai gripped his hair, tugging it up to face him.
“Shut it. The depressed woman working here will hear us.” He smirked, whipping his wildly massive dick out. He lathered it up in maple syrup, getting it nice and sweet for Hifumi. “Here, this will shut you up.”
At the same time that Doppo shoved his syrup covered dick in Hifumis ass, Jakurai pulled his head down on his throbbing erection. Tears fell down Hifumis cheeks, sucking mercilessly on the doctors sweet sticky uhm… dick. yeah.
Jakurai groaned in pleasure, shoving Hifumis head down on himself, also watching Reri perform a rather shameless act of voyerism, pumping his own dick to the rather sticky sight.
Hifumi let out cries of pleasure, tightening around Doppo's length. Without warning, cum dripped out of his dick at the sensation of Doppos own release. Soon after, jakurai followed, releasing his thick cum mixed with syrup down Hifumis throat.
He shakily pulled away from his dick, a string of both Jakurais nut and syrup connecting his tongue to the now flaccid dick.
“Jesus christ.” Hifumi muttered, losing his submissive persona. “Well, that was a pleasant lunch.”
The four men lied there, shamefully sweaty, half naked, and covered in maple syrup.
the end.