arvie bit his lip and moaned.
"you a naughty sushi boy!" his uncle wheezed. "you very naughty sushi boy!" his thrusts were forceful, vulgar; and his spittle struck arvie's naked back at irregular intervals, out of sync with each painful lunge.
god, arvie gasped under his breath, help me think of gurren lagann. "i'm straight!" he said, as uncle dandy's bottle-thick germanic cock pounded his butthole into moose burger. "i'm straight!" "i'm straight!"
"you be a quiet boy!" his uncle withdrew with an animal bellow, and a warm rain of sebaceous cock snot pattered into arvie's silken mullet.
arvie cried silently, hollowed out. i'm straight, he whispered. neither god nor the liberal party were listening.
behind the counter, sushi girl continued to make onigiri.