There was a huge fight. Mac was struggling to stay together with cheese, but they were both defeated by agent fork and agent spoon. Agent spoon knew what needed to be done. He transported the defeated casualties to the arena of destruction, where they were to battle with the white giants called teeth. Mac and cheese didn't stand a chance against teeth, for never has it been known that teeth lost in any battle. They were crumbled upon, and then sent into the eternal hole, the hole of no return. I bet that was how the movie director of Sausage Party was going to tell the story of me eating Mac and cheese for dinner - well, he certainly will not be so far from the truth if he should describe it that way because I really devoured the food like a hungry lion, surprised at the fact that I could enjoy Hunter's food that much. Like, who the hell taught him how to cook like that? Or was it because of the fact that I was hungry? Nevertheless, I really enjoyed the meal. We both ate i
Hunter's POV " Mom told me that your secretary here will be attending to my transport needs and your office car is now mine", I said to Hazel with a pint of victory after lovingly staring at his secretary for what seemed like eternity. " Wait, you now address my mother as mom?" he asked in surprise, squeezing his face and making the excess skin on his forehead appear like spotting waves. He was already dressed for work, with an empty glass of milk in his hand. " Of course. She's now my mother, well that's if you minus the additional suffice behind the word ' mother ', but nonetheless, she is now my mother", I was basically ranting, taking pride in showing him that I had his own mother on my side. " Cool. Just great. I certainly will not be surprised if you wake up one day and start claiming that my company is now yours; this house included". " Wow, that would be a great idea", I said and his eyes widened, " I think I'll actually make a fine CEO than you ever will. Don't wor
We both walked into the restaurant and found an empty spot next to the window. " So, why did you choose to bring me here? Do you always frequent this place?" I asked, taking a seat. " Not really, but I have been here a couple of times and their services are literally the best", he said, still talking with honorifics. " Good morning gentlemen, what can I get you?" a young waiter about the same age as me, walked up to us and asked, holding a small jotter and a pen. He was black, and his beautiful brown skin made his smile super captivating and communicable. " Um..... I'll have a creamy latte and a medium sized burger", I said to him, returning his smile, " what do you want?" I asked Mr. Secretary. " I'll just have a cup of black coffee", he said, stretching his tie a bit as if he was feeling quite uncomfortable. " Okay, I'll be back in a short while", he said and left to go place our orders. I was feeling nervous while he was just staring out the window, as if he was
Ever wondered what it would be like if life was a movie? Even though I loved adventure, I definitely would not like to be in an action movie setting - it's too risky, and I could die at any moment. I would prefer to be in a romantic movie, with a little bit of comedy and a handful of sexual suspense, and if the scene of me and Basil going to the restroom is to be written, this would've been what to expect: - They both headed to the restroom to get Hunter cleaned up, oblivious to the fact that their sexual hormones were practically over secreting, spreading sparks of pink blush across their white faces. They walked into the room that read ' men only ' and Basil closed the door behind them. Hunter went to the sink, trying to wash off the coffee stain from the handkerchief Basil had handed him earlier. Basil approached him from behind, itching dangerously close, his groin caressing Hunter's butt. " Don't worry, I'll take it", he said as he leaned forward, his head peering fr
Hazel's POV I was angry about the whole thing, but I certainly couldn't do anything about it, not when Mom was involved. I picked up the iPad as Basil followed after Hunter out of the building and started checking my schedule for the day as I heard the car leaving. There wasn't much for the day, just a couple of meetings with the food factory and tech company, the rest was all paperwork at the office. I went back upstairs to get a car key - I wasn't going to trek to work. I opened the car key drawer and surveyed the whole keys and their potential vehicles. After debating between taking a GLE Coupe, a GLC Coupe, and a GLA SUV, I finally decided to settle for the first option; the GLE Coupe. I went back down and went to the garage to get my ride. On opening the garage, even I momentarily thought that it was a car shop. Different cars and models were everywhere, I couldn't actually number them, but if I were to give an estimate, there would probably be about twenty cars in there w
I once had a girlfriend; Sasha. " Excuse me, do you know how I can get to the school dean's office?" that was the first thing she said to me when we met in college. I was a major in Sociology and Anthropology while she was a freshman in Management Sciences. I didn't think much of her then, what could possibly be of interest to me with a freshman from the department of Management Sciences? I just helped her with the direction and headed my own way. The next time I saw her was at the 136th Harvard convention held at the campus at Boston. We found ourselves in the same ground team and she instantly recognized me as the guy whom she had met on her first day in college. She kept trying to trig my memory into remembering who she was, and it wasn't until she mentioned that she was the girl with the ridiculous makeup asking for the dean's office did I get to recall who she was. She wasn't wearing that kind of makeup again; she had probably received a hazing ritual from the girls in
" Nice to meet you too sir", she said and I quickly broke off the handshake. " So, I hear you'd be leading us in today's meeting, is that true?" " Very true sir, as soon as we get to the office", she said, motioning with her hands that I can head upstairs. We moved into the building, a magnificent skyscraper with a large ' IC FOODS ' sign at the top. It was surrounded by other buildings but stood tall in the midst of them all, towering above them all. The exterior of the building was plain transparent glass, giving a see through the building and the activities going on in it. We settled down in the meeting room as the people around went around, seeing that everything was in order - the slide, the power point, the projector, that everything would go as planned. A hard copy of everything to be presented was handed to everyone starting from me, and on the front page was written in bold blue ink ' Reformation Plans For IC FOODS' Packaging Criteria '. Sasha stood at a lectern right b
Hunter's POV Statistical Economics was ongoing in class, but I couldn't just concentrate. I mean, how could I possibly concentrate when Basil's words kept ringing in my ears. The fact that he told me that what I had done was beautiful filled my belly with butterflies. The lecturer was saying something, something about Cross Median Modifications and Standard Economic Derivation but I wasn't paying attention, the attention in question became expensive to pay. Looking at me from a rational perspective one would never guess that I had transcended beyond the lecture hall, far beyond the school building, and to the parking lot where Basil told me he would be at. I was looking at the lecturer, the good looking middle aged man that undoubtedly looks like he was in his thirties, his properly ironed checkered shirt, his silver wrist watch that almost had the reflective index of a diamond, and the way he moved his hands while talking; I was basically looking at all that but if I was told
I felt his soft lips against mine, pressing mine, his tongue, finding it's way into my mouth, and being the horny drunk that I was, I gave who ever it was full access to my mouth. His tongue entered into my mouth and did wonders, like a pro at what he does, he devoured me. I still couldn't make out the face of the person who was literally sending me into orgasm with only his kiss, but I indulged with him. His mouth tasted of wine and saliva, and the smell of his body was so familiar, like something I had perceived not too long ago. While still locked in the kiss, he gently reached for my shirt, unbuttoning it as he ate my lips, sucking and never getting satisfied. He completed the task with my lips and went on to throw my shirt halfway across the room. He went down to my pants, taking off my belt. He made me lie for a sec as he gently pulled my pants off of me, together with my underwear, leaving my erect dick standing before him like the Eiffel tower before him. Even th
Have you ever felt as if you fell from space, right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Like you were gasping for air and suddenly you have enough of it, enough that it might kill you? I mean, given the fact that each atom of oxygen in the ocean is bonded with two atoms of hydrogen making the hydrogen concentration higher than the oxygen level which can in fact kill you if time is not taken. All in all, I'm just trying to say that I felt flabbergasted, bewildered at what the handsome jerk standing before me had said. I felt scared too. Not because I was guilty of the charges he was pressing against me; although partially I was. Given the fact that I was mentally ready to have a romantic relationship with Basil no matter how inappropriate it might seem, yes, I was partially guilty, and I wasn't sorry for that. Besides, I personally permitted only myself to cheat in that hellhole we called marriage, but for some reason I was scared that he, Hazel, might be broken hearted. I was
Hunter's POV As I closed the door on Hazel, I couldn't help but think about how he had looked at me. His eyes were flared up with flames of hunger, and the way he had observed me keenly made me weak in the knee, also making me grow a boner instantly. “ What the hell am I thinking about?” I said to myself as I came back to my senses. I was really starting to run mad these days. The fact that I now made dinner everyday for us made me suspect my mental stability, but the incident just a few moments ago confirmed that suspicion - I was gradually running mad. “ Good morning Hunter”, Basil greeted as I headed downstairs, even adding a slight bow to the greeting - European style. “ Good morning Baz. How're you doing?” I asked, not casually as other people normally asked, but because I really wanted to know how he was doing after the incident I had experienced the last time. “ I'm fine. Thanks for asking”, he said, avoiding eye contact with me. I read the obvious handwriting o
" Why the hell would you want to know how long I've known Basil?" I asked as I poured more milk into my oatmeal. I always preferred brown sugar to white sugar, but I was suspiciously looking at Hunter that I didn't know when I used the white sugar instead of the brown one. “ Shit, now look what you made me do”. “ And what is it that I made you do?” He wasn't pissed, but his eyebrows were raised inquisitively. I sighed, seeing that it would be a hassle to start explaining to him that I didn't like the white sugar that I had mistakenly put while questioning him. “ Nevermind. Back to the question. Why would you want to know how long I've known Basil?” I stirred the oatmeal, hoping that I could manage it with the white sugar in it. “ No apparent reason. I was just curious”. “ Well, I've known him since senior high, that should be about right years now or so”. “ Okay. Do you have any idea if he has an issue, something psychological?” “ None that I can think of, but why wou
I thought I had seen it all, not knowing that I was still a newbie when it came to shamelessness. Without warning, Hunter grabbed my dick as if it was a door knob, making me spread my mouth like the tentacles of an octopus. I was into too much shock to even speak, and as he squeezed it into his palms, an electric jolt was sent throughout my whole body as I sat on my ass, staring at him in horror. “ There's nothing to write home about here”, he said as he let go of it, standing up to his feet and towering above my seemingly small frame. “ That one there…..”, he pointed at the top guy in the porn video, “ is way better than yours, and I bet that you wouldn't be able to do what he's doing right now”, he said as I concentrated on the porn video as the top spread the bottom’s legs in a split, banging hard into his ass with his up to eight inches cock. Hunter went back and picked up his bags, clutching a bag in every finger in his hand, “ quit misbehaving and get dressed, stop actin
Hazel's POV To be truly sincere, working out alone wasn't a problem; not at all. The problem was the fact that I was working out alone because of Hunter; that was the main problem. I left the house and jogged all the way to the gym, with earphones on, blasting heavy metal music. At the gym, I tried to concentrate while lifting weights but I just couldn't. Thoughts of Hunter kept crossing my mind, and his wonderful smell wouldn't just leave my memory, making me wonder what kind of perfume it was, since it was able to make one horny. I left the weight lifting section and tried to let off some steam at the treadmill. As I began running on moderate speed on the treadmill, I noticed a guy get on another treadmill right opposite to mine, and beside him on another treadmill was a girl. The guy looked masculine and packed up, and his face card was literally something to die for, and so when the girl noticed him on the treadmill, about to start running on it, she let down her ha
With the speed of light, Basil rotated the steering wheel with accurate precision, screeching the car tyres and ultimately avoiding the truck, plunging into the grassland beside the road, pressing hard on the brakes as the truck honked it's way past us. We almost died right there. I tried to regulate my breathing as adrenaline surged through my veins, making me a little shaky. I tried to pull myself together, and eventually succeeded in doing so, but as I turned around to see how Basil was doing, I was shocked to see him vibrating vigorously. His whole body was shaking with terror, and even though he tried to still himself, it wasn't working. “ Hey, it's okay, it's okay”, I said as placed my hands on his back and patted him slowly, trying to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. He was still shaking violently, and the shaking increased as tears streamed down his eyes, his head bowed low.He was having a severe panic attack, and I knew without being told that I had
Hunter's POV I made my way out of the house and into the house, feeling a little bit weary. I didn't sleep well the night before. The thought that Basil might be straight took away sleep from my eyes, and I spent the night praying to every god I knew; Shivu, Venus, Zeus, Odin, The Sun god, that Basil should be gay, or at least bisexual. I had wanted to ask Hazel but decided against it on a second thought. I looked at myself in the rear mirror, the V-neck shirt I was wearing extended way below my chest. I had worn it to impress Basil, or at least to gain his attention and see if he was into guys, but looking at myself in the mirror, I had most certainly never felt so stupid before. “ Good morning”, he said as he got into the car, fastening his seatbelt, ultimately reminding me that I had to fasten mine. “ Good morning”, I replied. “ So, what shopping mall would you prefer to go to?” He asked, looking over at me. “ Why don't you take me to the one that you would prefe
Hazel's POV I just couldn't tell why, but I just wasn't having it. I wasn't feeling like myself and I couldn't quite place a description of how I was feeling. I thought maybe it was because of how I saw Hunter smiling sheepishly yesterday but I quickly dismissed the thought. In my usual slow driving method, I drove into my premises and parked in the garage, being careful enough not to hit any other car there. I made my way to the building and on opening the door, I was welcomed with the tasty aroma of lasagna, reminding me that I had been surviving on coffee all day. I made my way to the sitting room, intentionally slow walking to perceive more of the aroma. It was torture, knowing fully well that I wouldn't partake in the food feast, but it was an enjoyable torture. As I was about to walk past the kitchen, a miracle happened. " Hazel", Hunter called out to me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing an apron and a chef cap, behind a very sexy looking body hug top and jo