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"Give 'em time," said Otis as he spotted Venti on the bench press. "The arthouser's and yuppies will develop cappucino-flavored lube and espresso-flavored condoms. The condoms that keep you up all night better than caffeine does!"
Venti squinted up at the otter, slowly pressing the bar loaded with plates that made it sag. Once his arms were fully extended, he growled out "Fap to the Frappuchinios, huh?"
Otis barked out a laugh, keeping his hands on the bar in case the jackal needed a spotter. "That's right!"
Venti finished his final rep, resting the barbell on the rack. "Otis, you're one of my best friends..."
"You're mine too."
"...but you have the weirdest sense of humor." Venti sat up, resting his forearms on his knees as he leaned forward. "Christ, how much weight did I bench today?"
"A ton and two hundred pounds."
"Fuck. Did I break the world record?"
"For a guy your size? Nope."
"Fuck."
"Did someone call my name?" a voice called out behind Venti, who didn't look over his shoulder.
"You know we didn't, Adrian. Not unless you really did change your name to 'fuck'."
Adrian was a frog, or, as he constantly told everyone, a 'frogger'. "Too many video games as a tadpole," Venti once remarked. Standing a couple of inches shy of seven feet tall, Adrian was lean with the exception of his disproportionate arms and legs--thick forearms with oversized hands and feet. Venti thought Adrian would be good at giving him a hand job, but he never asked, not that he'd have to. Adrian was a size queen, and everyone knew it. Anytime Venti or Otis were there, or anyone taller than the frogger, Adrian would arrive, towel in his large hands, ready to offer it to any hunk.
Venti looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, Adrian had a towel in his green hands. "What an unexpected surprise, Adrian."
"Huh?" Adrian tilted his head, puzzled.
"And so eloquent," the jackal added with a grin.
"Thanks, Venti!"
"No problem."
"You gotta love the frog," Otis grinned.
"Frogger!" corrected Adrian.
"My bad, little buddy. You gotta love the frogger."
"It's true," said Venti.
"Yep!" said Adrian.
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"Give 'em time," said Otis as he spotted Venti on the bench press. "The arthouser's and yuppies will develop cappucino-flavored lube and espresso-flavored condoms. The condoms that keep you up all night better than caffeine does!"
Venti squinted up at the otter, slowly pressing the bar loaded with plates that made it sag. Once his arms were fully extended, he growled out "Fap to the Frappuchinios, huh?"
Otis barked out a laugh, keeping his hands on the bar in case the jackal needed a spotter. "That's right!"
Venti finished his final rep, resting the barbell on the rack. "Otis, you're one of my best friends..."
"You're mine too."
"...but you have the weirdest sense of humor." Venti sat up, resting his forearms on his knees as he leaned forward. "Christ, how much weight did I bench today?"
"A ton and two hundred pounds."
"Fuck. Did I break the world record?"
"For a guy your size? Nope."
"Fuck."
"Did someone call my name?" a voice called out behind Venti, who didn't look over his shoulder.
"You know we didn't, Adrian. Not unless you really did change your name to 'fuck'."
Adrian was a frog, or, as he constantly told everyone, a 'frogger'. "Too many video games as a tadpole," Venti once remarked. Standing a couple of inches shy of seven feet tall, Adrian was lean with the exception of his disproportionate arms and legs--thick forearms with oversized hands and feet. Venti thought Adrian would be good at giving him a hand job, but he never asked, not that he'd have to. Adrian was a size queen, and everyone knew it. Anytime Venti or Otis were there, or anyone taller than the frogger, Adrian would arrive, towel in his large hands, ready to offer it to any hunk.
Venti looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, Adrian had a towel in his green hands. "What an unexpected surprise, Adrian."
"Huh?" Adrian tilted his head, puzzled.
"And so eloquent," the jackal added with a grin.
"Thanks, Venti!"
"No problem."
"You gotta love the frog," Otis grinned.
"Frogger!" corrected Adrian.
"My bad, little buddy. You gotta love the frogger."
"It's true," said Venti.
"Yep!" said Adrian.
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Category Story / All
Species Frog
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 13.2 kB
http://nazret.com/blog/index.php?ti.....;tb=1&pb=1
And:
http://www.natuba.com/photo/y7VIXx/
So yes, there are coffee flavored condoms.
And:
http://www.natuba.com/photo/y7VIXx/
So yes, there are coffee flavored condoms.
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