Sarasota Gus

In lacrosse lore, there existed a majestic rainbow dildo known as “Gus.” Its smooth, veiny surface bore the marks of countless battles. But Gus was more than just a dildo; it was a mischievous spirit incarnate. On the bus, Gus would come out to play, slapping those around him and being put up many butts. After the game, it showed its true strength. Under the veil of night, it would awaken from its slumber, its rainbow visage gleaming with playful mischief. Teammates would feel the gentle caress of Gus as it traversed their faces, leaving a trail of rainbow dreams. With each stroke, it whispered tales of victory and camaraderie. On a fateful night, Gus embarked on a journey to Coach’s room. With stealth and grace, it traversed the corridors, its rainbow aura illuminating the darkness. Arriving at the threshold of Coach’s domain, Gus hesitated for a moment, its girthy form pulsating with anticipation. With a knock at the door, the lotioned-up Gus was left pulsating with a sway. As dawn broke, Coach awoke to find himself adorned with the mark of Gus. With a chuckle, he knew that Gus’s antics were a testament to the team’s spirit. And so, Gus became a legend, a symbol of mischief and camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of the lacrosse trip. In the heart of every player, the memory of Gus lived on, a reminder of the magic that bound them together.