A man who I’d later learn was corvallus invited me in to his spank booth at the adult bookstore with a signal. I walked in and he began speaking in this fake British butler accent:
“Allow me to service your jizzlestick, sire!” Corvallis said with a flourish.
I pulled my pants down and flopped out my c***. “S*** it” I said.
He began sucking on it in a really animated fashion, turning his head often and licking it like a dainty lollipop.
As soon as I busted my nut I felt immediate regret and after swallowing and cleaning his face off corvallus said “so what’s your name big fella?”
Rather than respond just then I felt some gas (I’d had two Big Buford burgers before for lunch— famous for their gas producing qualities) so I turned around and blasted him right in his face with a 5 second foghorn style fart then immediately bolted through the door and held it closed. I could hear corvallus struggling and moaning inside, saying “you got me.. ughhh.. I’m melting”.
-Booty Blaster Bobo