The Wazowski Effect

Chatper 1- the big blue man.

Mikes p.o.v.

It was an average day, a bright Monday morning in sunny Los Santos. I woke up to the sound of birds tweeting and twittering among the trees. I stretch, looking down a pone my erect member remembering my dream from the night before.... the big blue man had visited me again in my dreams.

I look over at the magazine on my bed side table, the head line read "James p. Sullivan, Apple inc., inside details on the new uphone97, pg. 24".

I reach over and fling through the pages until I saw his handsome and chizzeled face staring  up at me. Just that was enough for my green throbbing cock to burst. I grab on, stroking and groping until sweat pooled on my balls. With a groan I complete and head to the shower

Sully's p.o.v.

I wake up in the after noon, as rich people do, My many Iranian whores beside my muscular torso. I levitate gently off the bed, as to not disturb the sleeping wenches, heading towards the door to work.

I stroll up the steps of apple inc. headquarters, but almost fall over a small green lump sprinting up the steps...

Mikes p.o.v.

I threw my money at the taxi driver, and glanced down at my watch. Ten minutes late. I broke into a sprint not paying attention, and run into... him.

He towered over me, I could feel my heart racing as I peered up at the blue face above me, knowing deep in my heart... that this, THIS ONE, would be the love of my life.