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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
899
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Naruto x Sasuke
Dear Penthouse,
I work at a late night drive-thru shift at a fast food restaurant. Most of the time its just Teme and I working there. I take the order and make the drinks and Teme makes the burgers.
“Dobe”
“Teme”
That’s how most of our night is spent. We would fight over dumb things and make fun of each other. We would do the same thing over and over again. It was really boring.
But one night every thing changed.
It was the middle of winter and business was slow that night. We were eating the left over burgers that did not get sold and I got muster on my shirt. I heard an “Hm” and a “Dobe” from Teme. I got so mad that I took off my shirt and throw it at him. Teme looked at my sexy chest then took off his shirt as well. Our lust filled eyes met and we went after each other. Our tongues did battle and our clothes were soon gone.
Just one thing was wrong. Where were we going to fuck? The tables would not hold us, the chairs would not do, the floor rarely gets clean so no way, and it to cold out to do it in the car.
Then I saw it, the ball pit. The place where little kids go after they eat their meals. It was perfect.
We ran and jumped in side of the ball pit. We rolled around the ball pit. Who knew Teme was a uke. It was fun fucking Teme’s ass. The best part was when I was buried in the ball and Teme was riding me. He was moaning so loud and fucking me like a cock slut. I wish I could see him then but the balls kept getting in the way.
We had three rounds in the ball pit and it took forever to find all the balls with cum on them. We also had to change the tape so our boss would not find out.
We moved in about three months after the ball pit. We get along most of the time. But when we do fight, the make-up sex is the hottest.
Love,
Dobe
I work at a late night drive-thru shift at a fast food restaurant. Most of the time its just Teme and I working there. I take the order and make the drinks and Teme makes the burgers.
“Dobe”
“Teme”
That’s how most of our night is spent. We would fight over dumb things and make fun of each other. We would do the same thing over and over again. It was really boring.
But one night every thing changed.
It was the middle of winter and business was slow that night. We were eating the left over burgers that did not get sold and I got muster on my shirt. I heard an “Hm” and a “Dobe” from Teme. I got so mad that I took off my shirt and throw it at him. Teme looked at my sexy chest then took off his shirt as well. Our lust filled eyes met and we went after each other. Our tongues did battle and our clothes were soon gone.
Just one thing was wrong. Where were we going to fuck? The tables would not hold us, the chairs would not do, the floor rarely gets clean so no way, and it to cold out to do it in the car.
Then I saw it, the ball pit. The place where little kids go after they eat their meals. It was perfect.
We ran and jumped in side of the ball pit. We rolled around the ball pit. Who knew Teme was a uke. It was fun fucking Teme’s ass. The best part was when I was buried in the ball and Teme was riding me. He was moaning so loud and fucking me like a cock slut. I wish I could see him then but the balls kept getting in the way.
We had three rounds in the ball pit and it took forever to find all the balls with cum on them. We also had to change the tape so our boss would not find out.
We moved in about three months after the ball pit. We get along most of the time. But when we do fight, the make-up sex is the hottest.
Love,
Dobe