Axl's internal alarm clock chimed silently and he arose in the dark of night, his member turgid with the expectation of some dirty sock action.
He quietly crept down the hallway to the laundry, turned on the light and voila', there was James, rifling through the hamper.
Flummoxed, Axl muttered "Was up?"
"Let's not bullshit each other, Axl. Cake Cream and I have been on to your dirty sock fetish for some time now."
Axl blushed crimson.
"But after our fun today, I wanted to see why you like it so much."
Axl felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of his back; he explained how he always had a thing for dirty socks, then he handed a reeking sock to James and asked him to join him.
Socks in hand, then on their Divining Rods, the Cake Creamers creamed their odoriferous hose.
"I still prefer pussy, but it's not bad at all" said James.
"Tomorrow we'll ALL do a "sock it to me" laughed James.
Axl smiled, the image of all the members of Cake Cream gathered in the laundry strumming their cock socks percolated in his mind: he thanked James for joining him and was welcomed.
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