Michael Jackson casting in the WIZ

"What the heck we're te thinking da trying to walk home knowing te are doped up on medication?" Michael asked. "I wasn't originally planning to, I was going to hail a taxi but when te told me they didn't run this late....I was going to walk home. I'm not a big fan of riding with strangers because of the whole stranger danger thing." Kasey explained. "Well te don't have to worry about stranger danger with me, so where do te live?" Michael asked. "I live three blocks away on 51st street." Kasey answered resting her head on the back of the seat. " So um...what's your name da the way??" Michael...

"Uh!" Michael rolled over and brushed his curls away. Mark held Michael's ankles and then pulled his hips to his own loins. Their warm bare skin igniting. The sight of Michael's throbbing phallus between his knees made Mark continue with purely animalistic intents.

He gripped his own full cock and nestled it beneath his partner's balls. They were high and tight and the skin below was taut with strain. Michael fixed his dark lidded eyes to Mark, watching, studying him, waiting for him. Mark pressed his tip gently to his hole. It wasn't too tense and he soon had the head inside.

Michael, upon being...