Featuring:Zack and Cody try their best to get popular at their new school, meaning abandoning their friends for the cool kids. Hotel HangoutIn New York, in Manhattan, there was a beautiful, elegant, fancy hotel called ‘The Tipton’. In it, a new family had just moved in: a single Dad named Chris Evans and his adopted 16 year old twins, Zack and Cody who were each a handful. Down in the lobby, it was luxuriously decorated with big, brown leather couches by the front desk, a platform by the entrance with banisters and steps, then even an exquisite chandelier hanging above. There was also a candy counter by the elevators. Zack and Cody were just in the process of nagging their Dad to take them to the mall - following him out of the elevator.
“Come on, Dad!” Cody groaned, wearing a green sweater vest, blue shirt and jeans. “I told you, I can't! I have to rehearse the new choreography for my next show.” Chris told them. He wore a v-neck, olive jumper and a pair of brown pants. “Mr Mackie thinks I need some younger moves.” He sighed before demonstrating his dancing, doing a goofy moonwalk across the lobby - by the concierge. “What do you think?” He asked, jokingly. “I think you should never do that in public again.” Zack cringed. He wore an orange t-shirt, with a print on it from a cartoon series, a chain necklace and black shorts. “Or in private.” Cody added. “Why don't you guys invite over some friends from school?” Chris suggested. “Oh, yeah, that's a great idea Dad, except for the fact we don't have any.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Nobody ever likes the new kids.” Zack reasoned. “Awh boys.” Chris pouted, feeling his heartstrings being tugged. He pulled them both into a hug - both Zack and Cody certainly enjoyed inhaling the musk coming off their father as they hugged him back. “You’ll make friends soon. And we’re here to stay now.” Chris reminded them before giving their heads a kiss. “Not if you use those moves.” Zack teased as Chris released them from his hug. “Oh really?” Chris laughed as he watched Zack do the moonwalk this time instead, mockingly. But, he accidentally bumped into a table at the centre of the lobby. The vase on it, toppled over and fell off the surface - the twins and father reached to catch it, but just weren't quick enough. Thankfully, out of nowhere, Esteban leaped in and caught the china vase before it could smash to the ground. Esteban was the bellboy of the hotel - a tall, kind of lanky man who wore the dark green uniform jacket and cap, then beige pants. Mr Anthony Mackie, the hotel manager, cried out as he, too, rushed over. He wore a grey suit over an orange shirt and golden tie. “Oh, thank God, Esteban… Well done…” He blurted out as Esteban stood back up again. “If you thought that was impressive, Mr Mackie… Watch this.” Esteban smirked before throwing the vase into the air. Everyone gasped out as they watched it spin in the air, before the bellboy caught it again. “Do that again, and you’re fired.” Mr Mackie growled, before stressfully walking away, to the candy counter. There, Charles Tipton, the son of the man who owned the Tipton hotel chain, stood with the candy counter cashier, Jonathan. Charles had dark, neat curls and wore a flowery, expensive shirt and pink jeans. “Charles, I need to speak with you.” Mr Mackie said as he approached him. “Not now, Mr Mackie. I'm off to a Gala Premiere.” Charles smiled, but as he went to leave, Mr Mackie stopped him. “No, no, you’re not. I just received a call from your father. You are to cease all social activities until your grades improve.” Mr Mackie explained. “What? That’s fucking bullshit.” Charles complained. “I have to keep my grades up but his new wife is allowed to drop out of college?!” “Be that, as it may, he also insisted I find you a tutor.” Mr Mackie continued. “Fucking Christ, when is he gonna realise my star sign and education don’t mix good?” Charles complained. “It’s ‘mix well’.” The candy counter boy corrected, Jonathan. Jonathan wore a blue shirt with a teal tie and black pants. He had short, dark hair and a very innocent face. “Um… Excuse me? This isn't about you.” Charles frowned as a lady came to Jonathan’s cash register - buying the newspaper. “Okay, that’s $9.12, minus your 8% senior discount is $8.38. Meeeaning your change is $1.62.” Jonathan smiled, gathering the money, before the register beeped with that exact number on it. “You beat the cash register!” Mr Mackie gasped in awe, looking at the copy of the receipt as the lady left. Then he looked down to see a book open on Jonathan’s counter. “And you read!” He exclaimed. “Mr Whitesell can be your new tutor.” Mr Mackie decided. “WHAT?!” Both Jonathan and Charles blurted out, upset. “There’s no way in fucking hell-” “I’ll triple your salary.” Mr Mackie cut Jonathan off. “Apparently there is a way!” Jonathan beamed, looking over at his new student.
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It’s Christmas morning as your eyes flutter open. You’re naked in bed as you roll over, to wish your boyfriend a Merry Christmas - but the other side of the bed is empty. However, you do notice a note on the pillow. As you rub your tired eyes, you take the note and have a read: ‘Meet me downstairs ;)’. What would Austin be doing? Intrigued, you get out of bed and put on a dressing gown, before heading downstairs. You come into the living/dining room, to find Austin tied up. The blond is lying on the dinner table, in nothing but a pair of red boxer briefs, tied down in Christmas lights. His wrists were each tied to table legs - as were his ankles. The lights twinkled in different colours as Austin laid on the wooden surface - with a tent fully formed in his briefs.
“Austin?” You gasp as you walk over. “Merry Christmas, baby. Enjoy your gift.” He winked. “How did you do this?” You ask, your hand being magnetised to his thigh, gently caressing it. “I didn't. Dez did - as a favour. By the way, we owe him a new camera.” Austin scoffs, making you chuckle, too. “Now, c’mon, let's have some fun that’ll put us on the naughty list.” He flirts. Your dressing gown falls to the floor before you climb onto the table and get on top of your boyfriend. Your naked body lays on his, as you lean down and kiss him. You both make out, passionately. Your tongues grind against each other as he attempts to thrust up into you, desperate for friction against his hardon. The living room is filled with the sounds of soft moans and lips smacking. You eventually break off his lips and leave a trail of kisses down his neck. “Awh yeah, baby… Enjoy yourself.” Austin muttered, watching you go down to his chest. You run your tongue all over his flat pecs, dodging the Christmas lights and wires. “Yeah, that feels nice.” He purred as you went over to his left nipple. You encase your lips on the pink nub and suck on it - hard. He whimpers at the warm cavern as you suck on the erect nipple, swirling your tongue around it. “That feels good, baby.” Austin breathes as you feel his cock throb against your stomach. You kiss your way over to his other nipple, soon doing the same. “Don't be afraid to use your teeth, baby.” He says. Taking his advice, you gently nibble on the erect nipple, making Austin hiss and moan. Afterwards, you move up to the right armpit, soon burying your face into the tuft of hair. You kiss and lick at it, inhaling his musk as you taste his sweat. “Want me to flex, baby?” Austin asked before doing it anyway, showing off his biceps. Like a moth to a flame, your mouth is drawn to the bulging muscle. You take it into your mouth and suck on the arm, worshipping the defined bicep. “Yeaaah, you like that, don't you?” He smirks, watching you slobber all over it. You just nod as you make the rest of the way up his arm to his hand - going past the wires around his wrist. You run your tongue up the palm of his hand, before taking his fingers, one by one, into your lips - sucking on them. “Fuck yeah, baby.” Austin purrs, watching your every action. You swirl your tongue around each digit, feeling his fingernails and knuckles against your tongue. He continued to arch his back, in an attempt to grind his clothed cock against your free one. You move over to his other arm, starting at his armpit again. The smell is intoxicating. He flexes again, worshipping his other bicep before making your way up to his hand once again. “C-Can I taste yours’, too?” Austin pouts. So, as you’re still sucking on his fingertips, you push your own index finger through his lips. He moans around it, sending vibrations through it, as he twirls his tongue around your digit. You both mimic each other, copying each other’s actions on the fingers. You both finally stop so that you can kiss your way back down his chest again. You take some time to worship his abs in the glow of the Christmas lights, running your tongue along every defined line, more than once. “Mmmm yes, baby.” Austin mutters as you run the tip of your tongue along the canals he calls abs. Your nose soon brushes against his messy, hairy trail as you get closer and closer to the throbbing hardon… However, you’re not ready to taste it yet. You kiss your way up and down his thighs, running your tongue along them. “Such a tease…” Austin half laughs, watching you get close to his crotch before going back down towards his knees. You kiss over his knee and go down his calves. You can feel his leg hairs against your lips as you taste every inch of his skin - even swirling your tongue around moles. Eventually, you go down to one of his ankles - placing your own feet on the floor and leaning down. Your tongue goes over the heel of his foot before sliding up the soul. Austin giggles as you run your wet tongue up the underside of his foot as your nose inhales it’s scent. Your lips wrap around his big toe before sucking on it, as you look up at him. “You’re such a little freak… I fucking love it.” Austin grins, watching you move from toe to toe, sucking each and every one like tiny lollipops. When you’re satisfied, you move onto the second foot as well. You mimic a lot of the same tongue movements, going from his heel, up the soul of his foot - listening to him hold back laughter and feeling it shake. You get to his toes, and start working your tongue around each one. “Yeah, baby, that's so good… Starting to think we should do this every year… Maybe I'll tie you down next?” He smirks, watching his toes glisten in your saliva. “Why wait a year?” You mention, before soon climbing back up his body - getting back on the table. “And that’s why you're the brains of the relationship.” He chuckles before you crash your lips together again. Horny and hungry, you both passionately make out on the table. He desperately wishes he could hold you, but the Christmas lights keep his hands still. Your tongues explore each other’s mouths as your cock throne against his. He moans into your mouth, desperate for more. “Please, baby… I’m so hard…” He pleads between kisses. Finally, you make your way down his body again, skimming your lips over his skin before finally, reaching the cock trapped in cotton. The Red boxer briefs desperately tried to contain the meat, with the tip of the tent soaked in precum. You lean down and take the warm hardon into your mouth. You suck on the meat through the fabric, tasting the salty precum through the briefs. “Awh fuck yeah!” Austin moans as you teasingly suck his cock through the barrier of cotton. You run your tongue up and down the shaft, even down to his balls, sucking on them through the briefs too. Austin moaned and spasmed in the Christmas bonds. “Oh, God, please! I need it!” He begs, arching his back. Deciding to put your boyfriend out of his misery, you hook your fingers around the waistband of the briefs, before pulling them down - releasing the beast… Featuring:Austin Moon looks for some fun and ends up meeting with Peter Parker and Gar Logan at a bar. It isn't long before things get sticky... This evening, I was walking through the streets of the Super City. I was taking a little break from the Sonic Boom shop and decided to look for some fun with some super boys. I had only just arrived, having just gotten off the Hogwarts Express and was exploring the city. I was wearing a hot pink unbuttoned shirt over a white tank top and a pair of jeans. I found a bar and decided to step inside in hopes of finding someone to flirt with. It was still pretty early so I wasn't too surprised that it wasn't very busy inside. It was a pretty snazzy looking bar with neon lights trimming the perimeter of the ceiling and there were large tables on one side of the venue, then a dance floor on the other. There were a few people here and there, some already making out and some just chatting. I noticed towards the back there was a neon sign saying ‘PRIVATE ROOMS’. I walked over towards the bar, towards two young guys that looked around my age. I instantly recognised them as Gar Logan and Peter Parker as I had met them once before when they visited my area. Gar was wearing his iconic white and red leather jacket, a black t-shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue jeans. Then Peter was wearing black and grey chequered unbuttoned shirt, a white shirt with some kind of mathematical pun on it, then a pair of black pants.
“Hey.” I smiled. “Austin? Hey, man, how’s it going?” Gar smiled as I sat down on the bar stool beside him. “I'm great. Wanted a change of scenery - how are you guys doing?” I asked. “All good, here. By the way, loved your latest song.” Peter complimented. “Thank you! I loved your latest shoot.” I returned, referring to the sexy Spiderman Photoshoot he did with Quentin. “Thanks! My ass was so sore afterwards.” Peter scoffed. “Yeah, I bet it was.” I smirked. “Hey, don't forget to flirt with me too.” Gar pouted. “Oh, trust me, I will. When you got fucked by Luke Cage on that livestream last week, I didn't jerk off to anything else for days.” I smirked, leaning against the bar as I was quite clearly checking him out. “Yeah? Well maybe in your next music video, you can be fucking us instead of MAX?” Peter suggested. “Oh, I'd happily let that happen.” I said, reaching down and placing my hand on Gar’s knee. “How about we do a little rehearsal?” Gar whispered before gesturing his head towards the private rooms. “I'd love that.” I said. Featuring:When Austin and Alex realise they may not know each other as well as they thought, they both try to hang out more. I came into the shop to find Austin and Dez playing the xylophone, excited to tell them my great news. Austin was wearing a red and dark blue polo shirt and jeans while Dez was wearing a grey cardigan with different coloured stripes over a blue top with a Chinese food box design on the front, then a pair of black and white chequered pants. I, on the other hand, was wearing a white jacket over a pink top and a pair of floral print shorts. As I stepped inside, I got distracted because I could also smell something cooking. It was then that I realised that somehow, Dez was grilling patties on the instrument.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” I half laughed. “Xylophone grilling.” Dez answered. “It's a way to combine my awesome xylophone playing skills with Dez's mad cooking skills.” Austin explained when Dez suddenly flipped the burger behind him. It went smack onto the window. “Window burger?” Dez offered, once peeling it off with a spatula. “No thanks. I'm trying this new diet where I don't eat totally disgusting things.” I rolled my eyes. Trish suddenly walked in wearing a massive cheese costume along with a cheese hat. She looked ridiculous. “Guess who got a job at Cheese Outta My League?!” She announced. “Ooh, the high-end cheese store?!” I gasped, excited. “That place is so much better than Cheese Just Okay.” I chuckled before turning back to Austin. “Okay, so I wanted to tell you I just finished the new song for our webcast. I think it captures your personality, exactly.” I smiled, handing him my phone with headphones for him to hear. He put them on. “Whatcha think?” “I love it!” Austin grinned. 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!' |
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