The Adventures of Ramee El-Rahman

The Escape

          Police sirens wail in the distance. It's a Saturday evening and Ramee and Randy are being chased by the entirety of the Los Santos Police Department. Every single police officer available in this massive city has been dispatched to detain Double R. There are a total of four cruisers chasing them, with two cops in each car. Half of the officers chasing them are cadets, and the other half would rather be doing investigations and raids. The pressure is high. If they get caught, they will be sent to prison for 100 months, but by shoving a couple baggies of meth up their ass, they might be out in about 20 minutes. Ramee is driving his luxurious Rose Gold C63 AMG Mercedes Benz through the streets of Vinewood, attempting to escape. As he crashes into almost every single wall and pedestrian in sight, he exclaims "This car is fucking dogshit, dude." Valuing his life, Randy asks Ramee to switch seats so that he could drive instead. Randy awkwardly climbs on top of Ramee in the driver's seat, as he attempts to take over the driving of a car going 100 mph in downtown LS. As Randy sits down on top of Ramee, the skintight wetsuits each of the boys were wearing in order to conceal their identity during their robbery come in contact. The wetsuits are so thin that Ramee can almost feel his boyfriend's asshole just by Randy sitting on his lap, and the wetsuits begins to grow tighter. Randy can feel the chub from below, and giggles as Ramee hesitantly slides over to the passengers seat. With each of the boys growing hornier by the second, they needed to escape the police before their minds would go completely blank. Randy decides to head back towards the jewelry store, as there is a ramp he could take to get onto the highway near the area. They approach the jump and it's successful. The cops are unable to follow them and Double R escape with a car full of gold bars and jewelry.

          After a few minutes, certain that they had lost the cops, Randy drives to Garage A, where all the realest killers park, in order to stash their loot in a car. Looking around, the boys see that the garage is empty and that they are the only ones inside. Still horny from the chase, Ramee looks at Randy straight in the eyes and licks his lips. At this point, both of the boys have completely rock-hard dick outlines in their wetsuit, drenched in pre-cum, and would like nothing more than for their outfits to be taken off. Ramee approaches Randy and begins to unzip the back of his wetsuit. Ramee gets down on his knees, pulling down Randy's wetsuit on the descent, and is presented with his boyfriend's rock-hard cock that bounces eagerly out of his clothes. Randy grabs Ramee's short, oily black hair and directs his mouth towards the tip of his cock. With the amount of saliva that Ramee produces, Randy's cock was immediately lubed up as he thrusted slowly back and forth into the back of Ramee's throat. Sucking more and more passionately, and thrusting more and more aggressively, the boy's moans echoed in the empty parking garage. Just before he had the satisfaction of cumming, Ramee, with a smirk, stood up and bent over on the hood of his Rose Gold C63 AMG Mercedes Benz. Randy undressed him the same way he had just been undressed and rubbed his cock all over Ramee's sweet bussy. As Randy slowly entered Ramee's small, frail body, Ramee let out a brief gasp and started moaning loudly, completely forgetting that they were in a public area. 

          From across the street, a generic gangster driving by heard the two men moaning and decided it would be a perfect time to steal their loot from the jewelry store. How did he hear them from his car? How did he know they had just robbed the jewelry store? How did he know it was them? It's hard to figure out, but the generic gangster had a good gut feeling along with impeccable timing. He approached them and, brandishing his heavy pistol, yelled "Put your fucking hands up this is a robbery!" Double R, caught slacking with their pants literally around their ankles, had no other choice but to obey his commands. Ramee got up off the car hood and both of the boys stood there, hands up, cocks completely erect while they had to go get the valuable goods they had just stolen. While giving up the gold bars, the boys grew angrier and angrier. 

"What the fuck, MaN. Do you know who you're robbing right now? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Ramee whines.

"I know exactly who you two are. The name is Omar," the generic gangster replied.          

"You're too much of a fucking pussy to fight us, aren't you? You had to wait until I was about to cum inside of my boyfriend in order to pull up? Pussy ass bitch," Randy said.

"Fuck with my boys, we gon' grab the toys, make a decoy, and take you to doctor Choi." Ramee begins to awkwardly rap, his voice cracking.

          Without any further dialogue, Omar took the gold and ran off, popping a few shots into Ramee's Rose Gold C63 AMG Mercedes Benz on the way out. Not yet done, the boys finish each other off, Randy nutting inside of Ramee's large intestine, and Randy swallowing Ramee's hot cum. Double R get dressed and sit back in the car, panting and sweating from both the stickup and the intense sex they just had. Once Ramee started the engine, they hear a loud rattling noise and noticed that one of their tires was blown out when Omar shot it on the way out. Sighing, Ramee pulls up his phone and calls his girl Claire, a mechanic at the Tuner Shop.

"What the fuck do you want?" she asks.

"I need my car repaired," he replies.

"I'm busy right now," she says.

"I don't care I need my car repaired," he insists.

"But I'm about to hit this money truck with the girls," she explains.

"Did I ask? I'll see you at the Tuner Shop in 15 minutes," he declares.

"Fine. Fuck you, pussy," she says angrily.

          Ramee hangs up the phone and turns to Randy. He's shaking slightly after having treated the girl he has a crush on like that. He doesn't talk much to girls and when he does, he's often confused and awkward.

"W-w-was that right? Is that how I'm meant to talk to girls?" he asks with a soft and nervous voice.

"Yea, sure bud," Randy chuckles, "You've got to assert your dominance with these hoes. They belong to the streets."