Everest
Sexual innuendos abound, alas they are utterly lost on young Everest who is doing his utmost to avoid his friend's writhing strike. Whether it's Mateo's sweet, sweet dance moves that secure him this particular point or the fact that Ever can't seem to take his eyes off of the tri-tentacle mass moving his way, this time the botanist's strike hits.
Trying his best not to yelp—the strike doesn't hurt but the immediate need to run home and wash his clothing as well as his entire body is suddenly quite strong—Ever shakily nods before stutter-stepping back. "I don't like being touched by that." He says in a low voice, eyeing the writhing rod unhappily. If ever there comes a time that Everest finds himself in a sexual encounter, no doubt this moment will flash unhappily before his eyes. How will his body respond to such a reminder? Well, maybe one day we'll find out. Until then, the aviator tries to mentally shake off the botanist's last strike.
"Okay, ready."
Trying his best not to yelp—the strike doesn't hurt but the immediate need to run home and wash his clothing as well as his entire body is suddenly quite strong—Ever shakily nods before stutter-stepping back. "I don't like being touched by that." He says in a low voice, eyeing the writhing rod unhappily. If ever there comes a time that Everest finds himself in a sexual encounter, no doubt this moment will flash unhappily before his eyes. How will his body respond to such a reminder? Well, maybe one day we'll find out. Until then, the aviator tries to mentally shake off the botanist's last strike.
"Okay, ready."
I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that
And there's no changing that
