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Thursday, November 9, 2017

Prelude To A Romantic Weekend Getaway. Rikishi + Mystere = True Love

Note: This tale is intended to poke fun at Mystere, an extreme homophobe, by accusing him of what being what he hates. Seriously though, this idiot refers to something he calls a "Blog Rikishi stinkface" constantly. Rikishi, I learned, is a professional wrestler... who, as per Wikipedia, specializes in a finishing move called the stinkface, in which the wrestler "rubs his buttocks in the face of an opponent lying in the corner of the ring, humiliating him"*.

Prelude To A Romantic Weekend Getaway, a Truthy Dramatization.

Mystere was so excited when Rikishi told him he was whisking him away for a romantic weekend. He made sure to pack his sexiest negligee, their best sex toys, and plenty of lube. Ratty and Don Key were not excited when they found out, however. "What about our regular Saturday night fart-a-thon" Don Key whinned. "You and Ratty can fart on each other", Mystere replied.

"I want Rikishi stinkfaces" Ratty complained, a sour look on his mug. "Why can't he just be happy for me" an exasperated Mystere wondered. Then he had an idea. "Rikishi will be home from wrestling soon" he announced. "One stinkface for each of you before we depart" Mystere promised his friends. Don and Ratty smiled. The three friends giggled and did each other's hair as they waited.

Finally Rikishi pulled up in his Dodge Pinto. "Fine" he said when Mystere explained the conundrum to him. "One stinkface each for Ratty and Don Key before Mystere and I depart on our trip". "Me first!" Ratty exclaimed, running to the bedroom - Rikishi, Mystere and Don Key following. Upon entering the boudoir Rikishi dropped trou and positioned his enormous buttcheeks directly over the kneeling Ratty's head.

"Open wide" the wrestler commanded as he lowered his fat ass onto Ratty's grinning face. A thunderous explosion hit Ratty just as he spread his lips as far as he could (practically unhinging his jaw). Ratty breathed in heavily as the fart droned on for almost an entire minute.

"Ahhhhhhh" Ratty moaned in ecstasy. He couldn't help but pitch a tent, given how the wrestler's flatulence sexually excited him. His friends took turns pummeling it (Ratty's tiny boner) with pillows, all the while laughing like little schoolgirls.

Image: Is this a picture of Mystere wearing the costume he dons when he performs in what he calls a Queer Pop Band? The name of the band, of which I've heard Mystere is the lead singer? Apparently they (Mystere, Ratty and Don Key) call themselves "The Wiener Wackers". Or maybe their band name is "Eddie And The Meat Spankers". I'm pretty sure it's one of those.

*Wikipedia paraphrase.

Bonus Image: Eproctophiles Mystere, Ratty and Don Key drink in each other's fragrant toots (in a pic snapped by Rikishi during one of their prior Saturday night fart-a-thons). Note that I'm not posting the picture here because such activities turn me off. The image, should you dare to click the link, is not pornographic despite the title, "Pookie Toot-Toot Gang Bang".

Post authored by Dervish Sanders, a proud intellectual thug. WYM-16. TF-1.

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