It was the big day, Albert was flying to Oklahoma to do a co-op stream with Oats. He arrived and knocked on the door, only to hear, “Get in here bitch, you’re LATE.” Albert kicked down the door and ran to the basement, where Oats had started streaming all by himself. “Damn it Albert, the viewers are pissed and half of them unsubbed!” exclaimed Oats. Albert started getting defensive, saying, “Well maybe they would’ve stayed subbed if you weren’t such a VIRGIN.” Albert pulled down his pants, shoved his bleached asshole in Oats’ face, and let rip the world’s most foul butthole fumes. Oats was NOT happy. Knowing that Albert needed to be taught a lesson, he whipped out his 12 inch trouser snake and started slapping Albert’s asscheeks with it. “Whoa man, it was just a prank!”, said Albert. Oats had enough of these games and started to push his dick against Albert’s asshole. “If I’m such a virgin, then let’s fix that problem right now”, said Oats. Albert realized that this whole time, he’d been calling everyone virgins, when he too, was one. And this was a great oppurtunity to rid himeself of it. Knowing that Oats was a man who liked friction, he had no lube around. So Albert had to do what he had to do. He began spewing shit all over Oats dick, lubing it up and letting it slide into his bowels. The shit covering Oats’ body reminded him of his younger days playing on the muddy slip’n slides. Oats’ young memories kept flooding his mind, also making him remember his father whipping him with the belt. Oats could still feel the belt whips on his juicy ass, turning him on even more. Oats’ cock began to throb even harder and grew another 12 inches inside Albert.

At this point, Twitch chat was filled with nothing but gachiBASS and hydras. Oats pulled out his trusty cowboy hat from under his desk and began to play the illustrious “Ram Ranch” by Grant MacDonald. Albert let out an “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” as Oats pumped his ass at a rate of 200 pumps per second. Oats raised his hand and slapped Albert’s left ass cheek with the force of a thousand suns, popping it. “Nooooooo, my perfect ass!”, Albert thought, knowing his mother would be disappointed. Things were getting hot and heavy, nearing a climax, or at least Albert wished. “Oats, I wanna cum, but I’m blocked!”, he said. Oats didn’t know what Albert meant, so he grabbed his dick and looked at it. Albert’s smegma had crystalized his foreskin shut, not letting his splooge flow freely. To free his friend, Oats dug his fingertips under the foreskin and ripped back as hard as he could, making a sound remniscent of tearing duct tape. The pain and pleasure made Albert explode over the entire basement, painting the walls with his shit, semen, and smegma (This is why Oats’ walls are brown, if you were wondering).

As the young boys caught their breath, they heard what sounded like belt sander coming from the ceiling. Oats’ sixth sense began to tingle and he let out a roar heard around the world. Caleb was shaving his pubes upstairs and immediately knew what this meant: he had to get to Oats as fast as possible. He kicked through the floor, as it was the most efficient route, and asked Oats what the problem was, completely unphased by him being nutsack deep in Albert. Oats pointed to the ceiling tile, saying there was a noise coming from there. Caleb got the ladder and removed the tile, only to find Oats’ grandmother hiding up there flicking her bean. “Ohoh the youngins these days!”, she cried. She shrieked and arrived at a rib crushing orgasm, but no grool was found. Instead, her cunt puked out cobwebs, scaring the men. “Are spiders gonna crawl outta her, man?”, asked Caleb. Granny said, “Not quite dear, but something else.” Centipedes began to flee from grandma’s pussy and crawl all over the boys’ feet. “So THIS is where they’ve been coming from!”, Oats yelled. “Merry Christmas Brandon!”, said grandma. Everyone else got naked, Caleb pulled off Albert’s nuts and ate them like grapes, shoved his dick in Albert’s urethra, and they all had a thrilling orgy. Every viewer in chat had left except for Springy, who was still spamming HandsUp. The next day, Jeff Bezos sold Twitch to Oats and everybody clapped.