Context: it's 1980
It's Sunday night. Elton John decided to take some time off and get a pet to cope with his wife who he despises. As he was looking at cats, (because for some reason all gays love cats) Ringo Star walked in holding a dead parrot. "Excuse me!!! I'd like to return this please! It's broken." Elton looked at him with infatuation. Ringo wore tight skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. He looked deliciously homosexual. His eyes were as blue as the deep ocean, and his hair was as dark brown as a spruce tree. Ringo held the droopy bird by the neck. It was freshly deceased. Ringo was slighty brain damaged due to all the drugs he had done in the past years. His coke addiction was still going strong as he was still greiving the loss of his friend and ex band mate, John Lennon.Elton quickly faced the other direction, blushing bright red. As a morosexual, he got hard at sight of a dumb b*tch- and Ringo was so f*cking stupid. "Oi, you there", Ringo said, pointing toward Elton. "Where's the manager." Elton looked down, flustered. "Oh- uh- um- t-the manager? H-how should I know? I don't w-work here..." Ringo looked away in anger. "Goddamnit. I need a new f*cking parrot!!!" John giggled.
Ringo was such a f*cking dumbass. He finally mustered up the courage to talk again. "So, you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" Ringo looked at him confused. "You don't know me? I'm Ringo Starr! Peace and love!!" Elton blushed. "O-oh! From The Beatles!" Ringo nodded. "Hell yeah! Greatest psychedelic band of all time." Elton nodded. "Yes, I agree. I love your music. Yellow Submarine is a great song." All of a sudden Ringo had a spastic momment and threw the parrot across the room." There was scilence. "Sorry, I did coke this morning. The heart rate is off the charts." Elton smiled. "It's okay, I understand." Then, he looked down. Ringo's buldge had grown, and was sticking out slightly. Elton blushed intensely. "Yeah, I see your blood is rushing everywhere through your body..." Ringo tilted his head. "Excuse me?" Elton looked him up and down, which caused Ringo to look down. He jumped and blushed a bright read. "Sh-shit! F*ck! I'm sorry, I-" Elton walked over to him and hushed him. Slowly, his hand trailed down Ringo's chest and onto his crotch. "Shhhh... It's alright baby. Let me take a look at that octopus garden..."
Ringo froze, flustered and his heart racing even faster. He never felt this way before, about a man. Elton could tell. "O-oi mate, what are ya doin-." Ringo was cut off as Elton's lips hit his own. Elton smooched the f*ck outta that British twink and sucked the excess coke off his tongue, not really sure how it got there. 'Oh right', Elton thought. 'He's f"cking stupid'. The thought made Elton even more excited. He pryed his mouth from Ringo's and slowly sunk toward his pp.
Ringo looked around nervously. "B-but we're in public!" Elton smiled. "I don't care baby." Ringo gulped as Elton licked the his crotch through his pants. I know these tight jeans are probably very uncomfortable, especially with this huge boner." Ringo cracked a smile. "Y-yeah, they are..." Elton smirked and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down slowly below his waist. He took the rim of his underwear and pulled and relased them, letting them smack his waist. Ringo gasped and bit his bottom lip. Elton was teasing him hard. "Elton... P-please..." Elton was enjoying this sexual torment. He licked his crotch again from the outside of his underwear. Ringo was sweaty. Gross and salty, but somehow delightfully enjoyable.
Elton pulled down Ringo's dino undies, revealing his 5in cock. Elton suppressed a giggle. Ringo was so small! This would be easy to suck. Slowly, he licked the tip. Ringo let out a soft moan. Elton's tongue felt warm and soft. Without hesitation, Elton took the whole thing in his mouth. He sucked it up and down, massaging it with his tongue. "F-f*ck!!" Ringo gasped. This b*owjob was way better than he expected it to be. This was it. This was the momment that Ringo Starr was converted to a homosexual. He realized that same-sex sex was better than anything he had ever experienced. For this man was familiar with male anatomy. He knew all of the arousing nooks and crannies that would make his dick hard as a rock, and make him cum more than he ever had before.
A store employee saw them out if the corner of his eye but chose to ignore them. 'I mean, they're famous', he thought. Although it's still hard to ignore Elton John and Ringo Starr f*cking next to a dead parrot. A few customers walked in and immediately walked out, slightly disgusted. Elton was sucking Ringo off harder than a f*cking Dyson Vaccine 360. Ringo moaned loudly. He was close to cumming. His heartbeat was out of control. "Oh f*ck, Elton baby I love you!!!" Elton wasn't expecting this. His body warmed with affection. "Baby baby baby!!!" Finally, Ringo came. His orgasmic heart rate plus the cocaine heart rate was not a good mix. He had a f*cking heart attack with Elton John's mouth wrapped around his cock. He slumped to the floor and layed there dead. Elton stared in disbelief. The manager stared in disbelief. Nobody believed this was actually happening. What would they tell the public? What would they tell his mom? This was a f*cking tragedy.
THE END
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