Featuring:When Alex loses his songbook, Austin sneaks a peak and learns a terrifying secret.. I was working at the store as usual. Feeling kinda bored, as nothing was really happening, I began doodling on a receipt. But as I doodled a goofy looking alien, I noticed some guy was gonna take one of our violins off the shelves. I was wearing a denim, short sleeved jacket over a yellow top and a pair of colourful patterned shorts. I had recently gained a new crush, to keep my mind off Austin. His name was Dallas and he was pretty cute. He worked at the cell phone accessory cart and I had been oogling at him for a while now. “Excuse me, sir!” I stopped the man with the violins, rushing over. “We have a store policy. Only employees can take the instruments off the shelves. We don't wanna have any accidents or breaks.” I smiled. I took the violin off the shelf and just as I was about to give it to him, I heard the shelves behind me collapse and all the violins smashed to the floor. I closed my eyes and took a deep sigh. “Here you go.” I said, handing it to the man. I heard a sad, fail tune played by Dez with a trumpet. “I've been waiting all day for something bad to happen so I could do that.” Dez smiled. He was wearing a loud red, yellow and blue shirt with a pair of grey and white plaid pants. “Something bad happened today when you put on that shirt.” Austin scoffed before playing a loud, long chord on a guitar. He had a red and blue plaid shirt over a pale blue v-neck and dark jeans on. “Zinger sting, sweet!” Dez approved before high fiving him. “Guess who got a job at-” Trish began, walking into the shop. “The clown store?” Dez scoffed, doing a 'ba dum pssh' rimshot with the drums. “No. At the makeup kiosk. They pay us in free samples. And really? You're making clown jokes dressed like that?” Trish said. “Okay, everyone, stop picking on my shirt.” Dez complained. “I was talking about your shoes.” Trish frowned. “Oh, right.” He stood up and walked away from the drum set, revealing his pair of massive red shoes. “Anyway, I have a big announcement to make... I-” “Ah, ah!” Austin interrupted Trish. Then he began doing a drum roll. Getting impatient, Trish snatched his drumsticks and threw them away. “I just booked you a gig on TV!” Trish revealed. “Oh my God! Thanks! You're the best manager ever!” Austin hugged her tightly. “What show?!” I gasped. “Only Miami's hippest music show, South Beach Sound.” Trish smirked. “Awesome!” “Awe, sweet!” Dez and Austin beamed. “Austin! This is huge! South Beach Sound is a big deal! You know how many stars got their break on that show?” I rambled. “No, how many?” Austin smiled. “I don't know!” I laughed. “When I get excited I ask a lot of questions... Why do I do that? Err, don't answer.” “Anyhow, they're coming to film Austin here at the mall tomorrow. I told them you would write a new song.” Trish told us. “Tomorrow? That's not enough time.” Austin said. “Hey! If I can get fired from three jobs in one day, I'm pretty sure you can write one song.” Trish argued. “Lazy!” She tutted. “Well, we can write a new song. Luckily I have a few new ideas in my book, so no worries.” I assured them. I went to go get it from the drawer behind the counter when... “Oh God... It's gone! My Songbook is gone!” I panicked. “Shit! Shit!!” I was throwing papers over my shoulder as I searched through the shelves. “Don't panic, Alex. It's just a book.” Austin reasoned. “It's NOT JUST A BOOK!” I snapped at him, standing back up. “It is my diary, my journal, my songwriting book and my sketch pad, all into one. I write all my personal stuff in there! If anyone else reads it I WILL DIE!!” I yelled at Austin. A very jolly tune suddenly played. I looked over at Dez who was at the piano. “Oops, sorry, I meant...” Then Dez played a 'dun dun dun!' I had been searching through the store for my book for ages. I was super stressed out, my heart was beating harder than ever.
“Where's my book? Where's my book?” I was muttering when I came over to Trish who was reading a magazine while sat at the piano in the store. “Trish, can you move? I wanna check if my books in the piano stool.” I asked her. “Sure Alex, lemme jus-” But before she could finish I tipped her off it and she slid to the floor. I completely ignored her and opened the seat. Empty. “Argh! It's not in there!” I whined. I went over to the tuba and buried my hand inside it. “I'm pretty sure there's nothing in the tuba.” Austin giggled. But I took out a sandwich. “This is why there’s no food in the store. What kind of moron leaves food in a tuba?” I asked, fed up. “Ah! My sandwich. I lost this a month ago.” Dez said, coming over and taking it, before taking a bite out of it. “Erugh!” I rolled my eyes, walking away. I suddenly found a familiar looking kid, dragging a massive black piano behind him with a rope, into the store. “Hello Alex. I'm here for my piano lesson.” He smiled. “Eh, now is not a good time Nelson. And I told you before, you don't need to bring your own piano.” I sighed. “Oh, I forgot.” Nelson chuckled. “Besides, your lesson isn't til tomorrow... Today was supposed to be your oboe lesson..” I reminded him. “Oh narts! Y'know how hard it was to get this on the bus?!” Nelson complained, gesturing towards the grand piano behind him. “I'll be back...” Then he began to push the piano back out of the store. Austin, Dez and Trish came back over to me. “You guys search the store while Trish and I search Lost & Found. I have to find it before someone reads it. Some of the things I wrote in there are super personal and kinda embarrassing.” I admitted. “Pfft, like how you had a wolf teddy named Wilfred, who you talked to when you were stressed?” Austin sniggered, making Dez laugh. “How do you know about Wilfred? I've only ever told...” I stopped, then turned to look at Trish, who looked very guilty, avoiding eye contact. When she did, she gave a smile. “Well, obviously, Wilfred’s been blabbering about you all over town.” Trish chuckled, sheepishly. I was desperately looking through this big, transparent bin in the Lost & Found, with the help of Trish. I was getting really worried. “Found it!” Trish called out from behind me. “My book?” I gasped. “No, my Lost & Found shirt that I lost when I worked here in the Lost & Found.” Trish said, holding it up. I went back to searching. “Man, I hated this job. All those sad, desperate people, searching for stuff they'll never see again for as long as they live.” Trish explained. I looked at her, feeling crushed. “I mean... We're totally going to find your book!” I was nawing away at my necklace (something I do when I'm nervous) whilst in the food court with Trish, who was eating nachos. I was getting super stressed about my book. “You want some guacamole with that?” Trish asked, watching me chew on the necklace chain. “Oh, err, sorry... That's probably not very appetizing to watch.” I half laughed. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we retrace your steps from today and then we might find your book?” Trish suggested. “Okay um... I got here early and sat on this bench next to the cell phone accessory cart. Then, at work, on my break I walked past the cell phone accessory cart. Then-” “Wait, why do you keep talking about the cell phone accessory cart?” Trish frowned. “Aha, I'm not. Pfft... What? Why? Did the guy who works there ask about me?” I blurted out. “No way! You have a crush on the cell-phone-accessory-cart-guy! That's what you wrote in your book, isn't it?” Trish smirked. “Whaaaaat? The cell phone guy? That's crazy. Why would I-” Then I looked over at him. “Holy fucknuts can you blame me, he's so cute!” I admitted. “Look at him. He's got kind eyes, hair that flops in just the right way. We work so close to one another, yet we're so fucking far apart. And he smeelllss like a fresh summer breeze...” I listed, dreamily. “And his name, is Dallas.” Then, he was suddenly coming over. “Shit! Be cool, he's coming!” I told Trish. I very un-naturally, tried to sit in a natural position. “Excuse me.” He smiled, squeezing behind me towards a bin. I rolled my eyes as that's all he said. Trish silently told me to say something. I tried to retaliate but gave in and stood up, just as he turned back around. “Oh, so, you like throwing trash away... Ha! Ha! Ha!” I said, weirdly. “Err... Yeah, I guess.” Dallas shrugged. “No way, me too!” I grinned, goofily, before picking up Trish's unfinished food and dumping it into the bin. I turned back round to see him awkwardly backing away. “Ooohhhkaaay...” The cute boy said, escaping. “I wasn't done with that.” Trish told me. I collapsed in my chair and brought my necklace back to my mouth. “AAALLEEEEXXX!!!” Dez called out as I entered the shop. I was humiliated, stressed, upset and fed up. This wasn't a good day. “And Trish. I'm short, not invisible.” She complained. Austin held... “No way, you found my book!” I gasped, taking it off him. “Yeah, it was on the-” “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I could kiss you!” I said, hugging him tightly. “I'm so relieved. Now we can work on that song for South Beach Sound.” I smiled, taking his hand and bringing him upstairs. “O-Okay, let's get to work. I think we should-” He stopped when I closed the practice room's door behind us. “Why'd you shut the door?” “Because we always shut the door while we write a song... It's more private.” I chuckled with a smirk, going over to the piano. “Maybe we should change that. I mean, what do we have to hide?” Austin then rushed over to the door and opened it. “WE'RE WRITING A SONG UP HERE WITH THE DOOR OPEN! Wide open!” I heard him yell out to the rest of the store before returning back. “Umm… It’s just usually our song writing methods require privacy…” “Yeah, well, I’m not in the mood. Besides, it’s just sex, right? Nothing more… Just sex.” Austin told me. “Yeah, I know, haha. But anyway, I-I think we should write something totally different for South Beach Sound.” I began. “What about a love song?” “How about a like song?” Austin asked. “Stop messin'. C'mon, I already got a couple figured out.” I laughed. I hit a chord. “Love, love, love.” I sang. Austin hit the same chord. “Like, like, like.” He sang instead. “It's a special kinda feeling...” “But not always so appealing..” “All I want is to get close...” “But too close is kinda gross...” “Gotta go for what you waaant..” “But-keeping-things-on-a-friendly-level-is-awesome-if-you-want-things-to-stay-the-same-way.” He sang, really fast before getting up and going to the fridge. “Okaaay, you're acting weird...” I sighed, also standing up. “A-are you okay?” “Yeah, I'm fine... Just not feeling this love song..” Austin shrugged. “Really? I'm really feeling this one. I think we're close enough for me to tell you what this song is really about.” I said, mentally preparing myself. He suddenly clapped his hands against his ears and began running out of the room. “IF I DON'T HEAR IT, IT'S NOT TRUE! IF I DON'T HEAR IT, IT'S NOT TRUE! IF I DON'T HEAR IT, IT'S NOT TRUE! IF I DON'T HEAR IT, IT'S NOT TRUE!” He yelled as he sprinted through the door. What the fuck was going on with him? “I've never seen Austin act so weird. He ran out the room before we could even start our song.” I was explaining to Trish after we finished our milkshakes in the food court. “I wonder if he's nervous about playing on South Beach Sound?” Trish shrugged as we put the cups in the bin, near where Dez was sitting, working on what looked to be a gingerbread house. “Nervous? Pfft... Austin never gets nervous. Especially when it comes to performing.” Dez scoffed. “Then why was he acting so weird around me?” I frowned. “Oh, he's probably nervous. Austin always gets nervous. Especially when it comes to performing!” Dez lied, panicky. “Dez...?” I began, knowingly. “I don't know anything! Why are you grilling me?! Can't a guy build a gingerbread house in peace?!” Dez cried. “Alex, I think there's something Dez needs to get off his chest.” Trish smirked. “Dez, make this easy on yourself. You know I can't control Trish. Tell us what you know!” I demanded, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Torture me all you want, I'll never tell, I'LL never tell!” Dez barked. “Oh, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt your family... Your gingerbread family.” Trish smiled, eerily, before picking up a gingerbread man. “BENJAMIN!” Dez lunged towards him but I held him back. “We can do this the easy way... or the Trish way...” My bad cop named Trish threatened. “I can't betray Austin!” Dez whimpered. Trish bit off the leg. “NOOO!!” Dez shrieked. “You monster!” “Dez! You can end this senseless suffering. Just tell us!” I commanded, walking back round in front of him. “NEVER!” “I wonder what Benjamin will look like without a head?” Trish said. “AUSTIN READ ALEX’S BOOK AND KNOWS HE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM!!” Dez yelled, giving in. A crush? No, I had purposely not written how I felt about Austin because I didn’t know how to put it into words… But I had written about Dallas? Did he think I was talking about him instead? Did Austin think he was Dallas? “WHAT?!” Trish and I said in horror and outrage. “There! Now you know everything!” Dez sighed. Trish still bit 'Benjamin's' head off. “What are you doing? I told you everything!” “I know! Benjamin's just really tasty.” Trish smiled. I began storming off. “Where are you going?!” Trish called after me, “To confront Austin about reading my book. The prick...” I growled. “No. There's a better way to deal with this. A little thing I like to call... Revenge. And we're gonna use your book to do it.” Trish said, taking it off me. “I love it. But don't touch my book.” I said, before taking it back off her and walking off. In the store, I was enacting phase 1 of the ‘Revenge on Austin’ plan, which included me writing a little something in my book. I turned round to see Nelson was back, but instead of a piano, he was standing with a dirty grown man with a beard, holding a stick with a pouch on the end. “Hey Alex. I'm here for my hobo lesson.” He smiled. “Nelson... It's-it's an oboe lesson... Not a hobo lesson.” I sighed. “Awe, narts! You know how hard it was to get him on the bus?” He complained. “Come on, Uncle Hank.” Then he took the hobo back out the store. “Weird..” I chuckled, when Trish suddenly came running in. “Austin's coming! Lipstick!” She threw it over to me. I quickly applied it to my lips and picked up a mannequin we dressed up to look like Austin. I began kissing it, repeatedly. “Oh Austin... Oh Austin!” I said between loud, obnoxious kisses. “Alex?” I heard Austin. I looked over the mannequin's shoulder to see his horrified face at the entrance of the store. “What are you doing? Is that doll supposed to be me?” “Oh... Austin... Hi...” I said, pretending to be caught in the act. “Yes it is.” I turned it round to show him. “I was just practicing what I'd do if you ever got bitten by a rattlesnake... on the lips... it could happen... oh...” I pretended to hurry to hide the mannequin, faking embarrassment. “Good to know... So you wanna work on our new song now? Right here? Where everyone can see us?” Austin asked, nervously. “Oh, I can't right now. I'm busy.” I said, going back to my book. “What private thoughts are you writing in your book of secrets, Alex?” Trish pretended to ask, coming over. I looked over to see if Austin was listening. He was, though pretending to read a mag. “I'm just listing a bunch of turn-offs. Things I don't like in a guy. Things that if a guy did, I'd definitely be not interested in at all.” I said, loud and clear. “Cool. Wanna go to the food court and not come back for at least 20 minutes?” Trish asked, still playing along. “Suure. I'll just leave my book right here.” I said, putting the bookmark in and laying it on the counter. Then Trish and I left, before bursting out in laughter. I was back in the store later that day and had just given a lady her shopping bag when Austin came into the store. His skin was bright orange and he had dark patches around his chest and pits. Wow, he really did read what I said were my turn offs: Guys with fake tans, guys who sweat a lot. Shit... Why didn't I write 'Guys who are shirtless a lot' or 'Guys who keep humping me'? Idiot! “Hey Alex!” He said before doing a twirl. “How do I look?” I had to do my best not to laugh at the Oompa Loompa in front of me. “Orange.” I commented. “I know, right? Brings out the colour in my eyes.” He leaned up close to me and removed the shades, showing that they were the only thing hiding the untanned areas. He fluttered his eyes at me. “Ew... I hate fake tans.” I sighed. “Really? I did not know that.” Austin lied before stretching, showing off his pit stains. “Err... Almost as much as I hate sweaty guys.” I chuckled. “Also did not know that.” Austin lied again. “Woah! You look different.” Said Dez, coming in as I walked off to get a new roll of receipt paper, hoping to rid my giggles. However, when I turned around to come back, I saw an orange Austin running around, panicking. He was really breathy and seemed to be asking for water. “Austinnn!” Trish said, bringing a bunch of guys in. “Good, you're here. South Beach Sound wants to do the interview with you, right now.” “What? I thought that was tomorrow!” He panted. “They said they wanted to come visit today.” Trish lied. “You look like a wet pumpkin.” “I can't go on live TV like this!” Austin panicked as Trish came over to me, to watch. The actor we hired brought Austin in front of the camera. “We're here on live TV with Austin Moon. Tell us about your new song.” He told him. “Hot... Hot... Hot...” Austin was panting. “I'm sure it is hot. What's it called?” “Water! Water!” Austin whimpered. “Water, water? Catchy, catchy!” “DEZ! DRINK! NOW!” Austin cried out. “I wasn't really thirsty but... okay..” Dez then drank from his water bottle. Austin was drenched in sweat. What happened? Why was he suddenly sweating so much more? And why was the sweat turning me on a bit? Sweat never turns me on usually... “Are you nervous about being on live TV?” The actor asked. “Kinda sweating a little.” “Am I? Didn't notice...” Austin breathed. “So, tell us about your music?” “Really... Really fun, y'know? And peppers are really hot!” Austin blabbered. Peppers? Had he just eaten a chili pepper? “Okay, Austin, I have one last question for you... Why did you read Alex’s book?” He questioned. “Huh?” He squeaked. “Y'know, the book I told you a zillion times not to read...” I began, going over to him. “Why'd ya read it?” “I-er... Wait is this a-” “A fake interview to make you look stupid as punishment for reading my book? Yeah. That's exactly what this is.” I smirked before high fiving Trish. “The camera crew was my idea.” Trish smugged. “I'm really good at revenge. If there was a revenge store, I'd never get fired.” “So that isn't the crew off South Beach Sound?” Austin asked. “No. And I don't have a crush on you.” I sighed. “Oh, that's a relief... I thought I'd have to stay orange forever.” Austin said. “Hey Dez, towel!” “I'm not really sweaty but... okay.” Dez said before scrubbing himself. “Listen... I know I shouldn't have read your book. It was wrong and I'm really sorry..” Austin said with a genuine sincerity. “It's okay.” I chuckled. “You are human.” I smiled. Austin then took me to a corner, where we could talk privately. “So you have a crush on another guy? Who’ve you been checking out?” Austin asked, intrigued. “The guy I have a crush on is... Dallas. The guy who works at the cell phone accessory cart.” “Ohhhh yeah, he’s cute.”Austin smiled. “There has been one thing that’s bothering me about all this, though.” I said. “What?” “Why were you freaking out so much about me liking you? Am I that horrible?” I asked, feeling hurt. “Awww, Alex, no, you got it all wrong. You're fucking awesome! I did that stuff because I thought of you as my friend. And... I don't want to jeopardize that.” Austin explained. I blushed, finding that really sweet. “Thank you. I feel the same way.” I smiled. He went to give me a hug but I stopped him by pressing my hand against his chest. “Let's hug when I have no clothes on for you to stain.” I told him. “I like the sound of that.” Austin smirked before we joined the others near the fake camera crew. “I'm just glad I didn't make a fool of myself on live TV.” Austin chuckled as we came back over to everyone else. “Yeah. Trish wanted to put the whole thing live on the mall’s huge jumbo tron TV thing, but I wouldn't let her.” I told him. “Wow. She really is good at revenge.” Austin sniggered. “The best! But I'd never embarrass you to that scale. Public humiliation is my worst nightmare! That's why I freaked out about my book. I mean, I'd die if anyone found out about my crush on the cell phone accessory guy.” I chuckled. Trish suddenly ran up to me and began whispering in my ear. “You gotta shut up!” “What?” “I did set it up on the jumbo tron!” She told me, making me feel suddenly sick to my stomach. “I thought we weren't doing that!” I suddenly looked up at the camera, and panicked. The entire mall had heard me say I have a crush on Dallas, including Dallas. I took my necklace and began biting it as I sank down below the camera, out of view. Later, I was in the practice room, hiding from everyone and trying to recover from the huge public humiliation, sat at the piano. The door opened and in came Austin, still orange and a bit sweaty. “Hey, you okay?” He asked. “This is why I don’t do the whole revenge thing.” I sighed. “Not that, I mean… I feel really bad for what I did.” Austin sighed. “Don’t worry. I understand you were curious. At least now you won’t do it again.” I smiled. “Can I hug you now?” Austin asked. “Hang on…” I said before taking off my clothes. I pulled my shirt over my head and then dropped my shorts. “Now you won't stain my clothes. Hug me.” “Wait…” He said before taking off his own shirt and shorts, leaving us both in boxers briefs - he wore bright green ones while I wore blue ones. He was completely orange underneath as well. “Wow…” I chuckled. “Doesn’t turn you off too much, does it?” Austin smirked. “Not enough.” I chuckled before he crashed his lips against mine, wrapping his arms around me. He held me close as we passionately kissed, almost naked in the middle of the practice room. It wasn't long before one of his hands reached down and groped one of my asscheeks through my boxer shorts, while his tongue slipped through my lips. When Austin broke off, I looked down to see I indeed had some orange stains on my body. We both chuckled at the sight. “You coulda said your turn off was man buns or guys with face piercings, but instead you chose fake tans.” Austin chuckled. “To be fair, you made the fake tan look better than most people.” I flirted. “Mmm damn right.” Austin said before kissing me again. He gently pushed me backwards so he could make me sit back on the piano stool. “I'm assuming we’re in agreement that I'm gonna fuck you?” He asked, taking off his boxer briefs. His hard cock sprang out. Thankfully, everything that had been under his briefs weren't tanned, so they were his normal skin colour - though it did look a big strange. However, I was too distracted with the beautiful cock in my face. “Yeah, Austin… That's exactly what I want.” I whispered before leaning forwards and taking his beautiful cock into my mouth. “Ohhh yeaaaaah…” Austin groaned, rolling his head back. I began moving my head up and down his shaft as his fingers gripped my hair, probably staining it too, but I didn't care. “Fuck, I love your mouth.” He muttered, gently thrusting into my throat every now and then. I did my best to make him moan, swirling my tongue around the tip before going back to deepthroating him. Austin had been making sure I was getting enough practice for me to finally be able to take the whole thing. “Oh yeah, make it nice and wet, Alex.. Shit…” Austin muttered. “I'm gonna fuck you so good for what I did, Alex… I'm gonna make it up to you.” He whispered. “Awwwh, Austin…” I blurted out, coming off his cock and looking up at his orange face. “I already forgive you.” “I don't care, you still deserve a good fuck.” Austin told me before reaching down and taking the waistband of my boxers and pulling them off me. “I won't argue with that.” I scoffed. “Good. Now turn around and bend over for me.” He told me, before pecking my lips. I eagerly did as he asked and bent over the piano, kneeling on the stool. “Fuckkk, that's hot.” Austin said, giving one of my ass cheeks a squeeze as he crouched down. He spread my cheeks apart before spitting directly into my hole. “Mmm yeah, make that hole pulse for me.” Austin told me and I did so, which just made him grip my buttcheeks tighter. “You like that?” I smirked, looking over my shoulder. “You have no idea.” Austin said before burying his face into my cheeks. “Argh fuck!” I gasped, feeling his tongue start to quickly devour my ass, wiggling around inside me. “Shit, you've gotten really good at that…” I muttered, gripping the edge of the piano as Austin just went deeper and deeper, loudly sucking and eating me out. “I've got you to thank for that.” Austin said, though I could only just make it out as he was muffled. “Oh fuck, Austin, just put it in me… Fuck me… I want it so bad…” I whimpered. “Mmmmm if that's what you want, baby.” Austin said, pulling his head out of my ass. Within seconds I felt the tip of Austin’s cock pressed against my orange stained ass. He spat on the cock and used it as lube and without even asking began pushing his cock into me. “Fuck yeaaaaah…” Austin groaned as I felt him slide into me with the normal pain burning at first. “Shit, you have no idea how much I jerk off to us doing this…” He muttered, both hands on my hips. “Oh, me too, Austin…” I breathed as he already began moving his hips, gently, going back and forth. “Shit that feels good…” Austin grunted, starting to go a bit faster, letting his balls slap against my skin. “Fuck, you're so big, Austin…” I whimpered, feeling the overwhelming sense of pleasure. “Oh, yeah, you like it baby? You like how I fuck you almost every day?” Austin said, knowing how much I loved his dirty talk. “Oh fuck yeah, Austin! I love it so much…” I moaned, thrusting my own ass backwards to meet Austin’s hips halfway. “Argh fuck! Even when I'm all orange?” Austin grunted, giving my ass a little spank. “I don't care what colour you are so long as you're inside me!” I said, feeling sweat drip down my forehead. “Fuck yeah, Alex! Good answer!” Austin half laughed before leaning down and kissing my back. He felt so good. The way he moved, you'd think he had been fucking dudes for years - but he was just naturally talented in that way. His cock constantly hit my prostate, making me moan loudly in my practice room. “Shit, Austin, I can't believe how good you feel…” I groaned. “Oh yeah, baby… Your ass feels so fucking hot!” Austin whispered into my back before pulling my head back so he could kiss me. We moaned into each other’s mouths as he continued thrusting into me with his skilled hips. Our tongues sloppily attacked each other as Austin wrapped an arm around me, while his other hand began stroking me off, making me break off his lips and moan louder. “Shit, Austin, you're gonna make me cum!” I whimpered. “I'm about to cum as well, baby. Want me to cum inside you?” Austin grunted but before I could even answer, I was pushed over the edge. “Oh fuck Austin, I'm cumming! Oh fuck, Austin! Mmmm cum inside me! Oh fuck!” I moaned out, spraying cum all over the piano. “Oh fuck yeah, Alex! Arrrrgh fuck!” Austin blurted out, unloading deep inside me. He thrusted into me, as far as he could go as I felt his cock twitch inside me and his heavy breathing against my ear. When he was finished, Austin pulled out and I sat my leaking ass down onto the stool, leaning back against the dripping-with-cum-piano. Meanwhile, Austin sat down next to me, and put an orange arm around me. “Amazing as always, Alex.” Austin half laughed. “Same to you.” I scoffed. “So, we’re cool, then?” Austin asked, pulling me into a hug. “We’re very cool.” I assured him. “‘Cos I do love you. But I love you as a friend. I love everything about you, I'm just not in love with you.” Austin explained. “I could easily say the same.” I smiled, leaning my head against his shoulder. “So… Operation Dick Dallas Down?” Austin said with a smirk. “Ahahaha Operation Triple D. Let's do it.” I laughed.
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