The Curious Misadventures of M and R, Part I

Mark was halfway through his fish and chips from room service when Kenny knocked. He set the tray of food to the side on the immense king-sized bed of the "Princess Suite," then hopped up and opened the door. The gigantic, black security guard was lathered in sweat and breathing heavily. He rolled Mark's suitcase to the middle of the room, kicked it to the foot of the bed, and pulled out a handkerchief. He wiped his glistening forehead. "Jesus, dawg, what the fuck you got in there, a dead body?"

Mark laughed. "Thanks Kenny." His knuckles met Kenny's halfway. "I wish that fucking Greyson Chance's corpse was in there-"

Kenny laughed. "You right about that, yo. The Biebz would love that. He hates that little bitch." He looked around the room, his breathing steadying. "Anything else you need, M-Dawg?"

"Nah, it's all good, K. Thanks for your help, man. You're the best." Mark shut the door behind Kenny and locked all three locks, checking them twice. Standing over the suitcase, he giggled. Then bent down, quickly unzipped it, and pulled the lead-lined cover over-

Ripley popped out, his joints echoing as they cracked. He jumped up and down as he skidded back and forth across the room, his hands firmly on his crotch. "Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh," he moaned as he fell onto the bed, the rest of Mark's fish and chips tumbling out of the basket onto the down comforter.

"Dude! Calm the fuck down. You all right?"

"Ooooh, oooh, ooooh," Ripley coughed. His belt hit the floor, his pants slapped down to his ankles, and his collared feet rose up in the air. "Oooh, oooh, oooh-"

"What is it, cramping?"

"No, boil-"

"What?"

"Boil-"

"Where?"

"Perineum!"

"Where-"

"Me taint, mate-"

"Taint?"

"Yar, fella, me taint!" Ripley pulled up his ball sack and pointed to the area just below with his other hand.

Mark would've gagged if he hadn't been so turned on. His tiny, hard cock oozed pre-cum into the denim of his jeans as he narrowed his eyes and bent down, his face half a foot from Ripley's crotch. Staring back at him was a bright red, purplish monstrosity of swollen flesh, each curly hair on its surface finely pinpointed like seeds on a strawberry. "How the fuck-"

"It was so hot in that cargo hold-"

"Hot? I thought it was cold in those-"

"Not when you're stuck in the middle of a pile of hundreds of bags of clothes, mate!"

"Oh-"

"I must've had bacteria there and the heat just fermented the shit-"

"Yikes-"

"Yikes is right. Oh, fuck, it hurts-"

"You want me to call-"

"No, you can't call anyone. They'll know me." Ripley perched his head up from the bed and looked into Mark's eyes, tears flowing from his own. "Mark, I need you to pop it, fella-"

"Whoa-"

"That's the only way-"

"I don't have anything-"

"Use whatever, I don't care. Just pop the fucker before I die from the pain, mate-"

Mark looked around the room, gently rubbing his glans through his jeans. As he looked back to Ripley's crotch, the man let go of his balls and they slid back down over the boil, revealing Ripley's hard 4-incher of warts and scabs just above. Mark pushed his pants and briefs to his ankles and plopped onto his knees. Ripley's balls smelled and tasted of piss and shit. Mark lapped at them with his tongue until the sack shriveled, the balls tensing up into the man's pelvis. At which Mark eyed the boil. Then pinned his tongue to it. It was hot and tasted of iron. He worked his tongue until Ripley's moans turned into sighs. Then with a sigh of his own, he canyoned his mouth over the boil. And bit down.

Ripley muffled his scream with both of his hands, as the creamy, bloody pus jetted down Mark's throat. Bitter with infection - but not as bitter as Ripley's cum - it went down smooth as Mark sucked and gulped until he could no longer feel any of the thick, meaty discharge sliding over the tip of his tongue. With one last swallow, he pulled back and saw that the boil was gone, now just a cavity between Ripley's balls and ass about an inch in diameter.

Then he giggled: one last glop fell from the hole, half white, half red, a perfect combination of his favorite condiments. He grabbed a chip and eased it into the divot. Once it was soaked, he popped it in his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring Ripley's blood and infection. As he swallowed with a burp, Ripley's head raised back up.

"Thanks, mate. It's okay now. But I have one more favor-"

"Sure-"

"Fuck it. Real good."