Michael, the blonde haired, blue eyed, sex-driven football player shuffles his way out into the lounge room. "Hey Bry" he groans as he heads to the kitchen. He is Chris' friend from High school and annoys you so much because he spends half his life in your house, but doesn't even contribute to the rent. Michael knows how much you dislike him, and the feeling is mutual. He gets along for the sake of chris, but deep down he feels like you are trying to steal his friend. As he is in the kitchen you lay down to get more comfortable on the lounge.
He pulls open the fridge door, retrieving a beer for his 'breakfast'. He is admittedly a good looking guy, his ass cheeks strain against the back of his shorts as he bends over looking for a drink to cover his strong hang over. You cringe in disgust as you hear a disgusting fart slip from his dirty asshole. He stands back up, cracking the lid off his drink. He stands there, guzzling the precious liquid as his hand ventures down his shorts to scratch his nut sac, revealing his dirty green underwear. He is truly a handsome yet disgusting man.
"You know those are actually mine those beers" You snap at Michael.
He finishes his sip "yeah....BURP...Don't care. I'll pay you back I swear" he groggily walks over to the lounge where you are "C'mon sit up, thats my seat" he groans
"What?! this is my house!" you retort. He laughs "Fine, have it your way" He turns around, bending to sit down on your face. You yell at him as his ass slams down on your face. Your efforts are muffled by the flabby/muscled glutes of the footballer. Through the material you can smell his fart from before, way up above you can hear his laughter intensifying. With a free hand you punch him, hard. He stands back up, blood rushes through your head making you dizzy. Michael slams his frame down in the now spare seat. The two of you are sitting shoulder to shoulder, you can feel his body rising and falling against yours. "I did tell you it was my seat" he says, the smell of last nights and this mornings alcohol flooding off his breath. Your light headedness refuses to go away. You feel weird on the lounge as you feel yourself
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