Potato sat on the toilet, his gaping bumhole leaking like a broken faucet. He had just had a train run on him by five different men, none of them with the slightest care. He knew he would be feeling this for days, the sore ache in his rear slowly becoming duller and duller over time. He just wished the loads would expel from his anus at a quicker pace.
Potato gave a hard push, groaning and praying. He was praying not just for protection from prolapsed due to the sheer force of his strain but also for forgiveness. He had tried for years to remain pure but now he struggled to spend even a night alone. He'd fill the late hours with other men tangled in his soaked sheets or in abandoned warehouses with fidgety strangers with dirt encrusted fingernails.
He often questioned why this was the path he had chosen, how he had strayed so far from God. But deep down, Potato knew the answer no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. He had a hole inside his heart, a hole bigger than his currently obscenely streched bumhole.
And he would do anything to fill that hole.
Anything.
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Unlikely Friends: Volume One
幽默A group of unlikely friends go on depraved adventures.
