Hajime sighed deeply yet happily after just getting done slurping on a nice cool glass of orange juice.

"Now THAT...is not wrong!" He said pointing a finger at the Minute Maid orange juice bottle besides him. His adoge twitching as he yelled the statement to himself.

Hinata-boy sat in one of the comfortable pool-side lounge chairs by himself looking at the shimmery water he just took a short dip in. Kazuichi had tagged along during his swim as well and took the time to talk to him about girls and the killing school trip. After parting ways however, Hajime found himself seated on one of the relaxing tanners and silently sipped away at his favorite drink. Orange juice. God did he love orange juice, and oranges for that matter! Just think about it. An orange's rough yet smooth and bumpy deep colored skin containing the fruit's delicious, tart but sweet juices, all of which are soaked into sweet and supple pillows of flesh(,?) its cool insides being so refreshing as you take a nice soft bite into a freshly peeled 1/10th segment that had just been lightly stripped from the rest of the marvelous, glistening, moist and sticky pieces being held together by the thin veins used to fill the holy fruit's cushions with the fluids. Hajime licked his lips as he went through the thought of his favorite snack, the boy playing the animation in his head of someone like Chiaki or Mikan slowly squeezing a peeled orange over a glass, letting all of its sugary liquids flow like a tasty Niagara Falls into a nice clean glass making fresh, natural, zesty orange juice. This fantasy made Hajimeme drool and shudder with delight as a drop of water from the sweating drinking vessel containing his mouthwatering desires ran down its side then onto the dazed Hinata's hand, slowly making its way down his long slender index finger and drip onto the hot brick and stone ground lining the cooling pool with a small pitter-patter noise.

As the final droplet eased itself off of his fingertip, Hajime suddenly snapped back into reality after getting shaken awake from his vision and unbearably long inner monologue by a concerned Fuyuhiko who had been conveniently passing by and quickly noticed the high schooler in a, what appeared to be, euphoric bliss as he lay down on the long recliner unconsciously touching himself lightly with one hand and the other half-holding onto the stemware cup, his thumb latched around the side while his other fingers limply hang off of the small side table beside the chair.

"Dude, what the hell is up with you?" The Baby Gangsta asked completely muddled and somewhat disgusted from the unexpected sight of a knocked out Hajime drooling and rubbing by his crotch area.

"Huh?!" Hajime practically leaped out of his chair as he dramatically reacted to the unanticipated wake-up call from the nano-scale midget in pinstripe, his reaction almost causing hard contact between Hajime's fist and Fuyuhiko's tiny nose on his small face.

"HEY, WATCH WERE YOUR FIST IS GOING BUD-" Kazoo screamed but was then stopped by Hajime who whorled around to grab Fuyu-fuckoff's shoulders to keep him in place.

"Thank you for waking me up! I needed to refill my cup!" Hajime said with a wide smile.

"No that's not what I was gonna tell yo-" But Fuyuhiko was too slow to the mark to tell Hajime that he was actually touching himself and was seen doing so by many people who ended up just leaving the area to get away from the rather disturbing sight. Instead of actually taking the time to listen to what short-stack had to say, Hajime flipped around, took his beloved juice into his arms, and gayly skipped away into his cottage. Fuyuhiko sighed hard.

"Bastard."

-meanwhile in Hajime's cottage-

Setting his beloved down on the nightstand by his TV, Hajime rushed to the mini fridge hidden under the sink is his bathroom to retrieve a nice and new bottle of orange juice. He marveled at it. He could practically feel the nice tangy taste of the breathtaking beverage fill his mouth, however that feeling faded mysteriously. Yeah he still felt that urge to drink it all up in one pour, but this time....this time was different. Something was...off. Hajime tilted his head almost to say "what happened," but after bringing the bottle back down from him holding it like he just found an item in a treasure chest in Zelda, and gazing down at it for further inspection, his adoge shot straight up. This was very weird to Hajime and he didn't know what was happening to him. Just like it had been before when he fell into his barely existent imagination (hey, just like his talent!), his entire body started getting hot and he could feel his blood start to pump through him, his face becoming a deep red and his breathing becoming more and more heavy and rugged.

"I don't know why..." Hajime started talking to himself again. "but I feel like...I need to do this..."

As Hajime finished his statement, he lightly put the bottle down and wiped his brow from sweat with his right arm, his left hand loosening his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt exposing his, rather disappointing, standard, skinny male figure.

"I...I wounder if the...heater is on...or something..." He said in a slight whine in between breaths.

Looking over at the small heater mounted on the wall near his bed, Hajime turned and began making his way over to it.

"Wait- huh?!" he exclaimed, stopping in his tracks at the sudden unusual feel of something stiff and hot throbbing between his legs. "W-why do I have a-....no...maybe it isn't one....."

But Hajime ignored himself and began unbuckling his belt from his pants, slowly pulling the black leather cincture from the belt loops sewn onto his pants then letting it hang and fall to the wooden floor with a slight *clink*. Letting his awareness fade, Piñata unzipped his fly and freed his average size from the extra pressure of pants. His blue floral speedo-like underwear reveled a normal bulge as he kicked his pants off along with his shoes and loose socks.

"So it is that..." Hootnata said quietly inspecting his erection then slowly looking up and at the bottle of orange juice he had set down on the table near his small couch placed in his room. He felt as his face grew instantly hot again once looking at the bottle and its lovely contents. "O-Orange Juice-san."

Hajime strode over to the bottle and picked it up, cradling it in his arms, twirling around, then falling with it onto his bed landing on top of it, this making him and Orange Juice (OJ)-san blush. He could feel and hear OJ-san calling--no, moaning his name out. Wanting. Needing, Hinata-senpai's hot love. So, just like it had asked, Hajime obliged, first by teasing himself a bit and OJ-san by dragging his moist tongue up the side of the cool bottle, the sensation sending chills up his spine leaving him with a shaky sigh after a rough jitter through his entire body. Spinning the bottle around to face his groins, Hajime shuffled his body back a bit and leaning down, biting down on the cap and using his strong tongue to unscrew it, spitting out the cap once finished and pulling out the stopper with his teeth as well, this causing some of OJ-san's fluids to spill out onto the bed and some on Hajime's flustered face. He didn't care though, and just licked the bit off by his chin then slowly and seductively putting his tongue back in his mouth and biting his bottom lip. Hinata-senpai could hear OJ-san whimper with pleasure as he brought his head back down and let himself invade its external threaded finish (the part where the cap screws onto) with his hot mouth, lapping up a good portion of the refreshing juices that had been towards the front of the bottle.

"Damn," Hajime thought to himself. "If only OJ-san was a bit more skinny. We would be able to have some real good fun at that point."

But Hajime thought it was fine, even if he couldn't force the OJ-san up his ass so he could at least get a slight amount of satisfaction from his G-Spot. There was always other ways to do that without sticking anything up there though, so he brushed it off and went back to focusing on OJ-san.

Pulling up from finally loosing almost all of his air, Hajime breathed heavily taking in as much oxygen he could as he moved up a slight bit. He couldn't take the compression anymore. It was too much for him. Using one hand to stick two fingers inside OJ-san's depths, Hajime's other had went for his, now quite damp, underwear, his thumb hooking around the waistband and beginning to pull them down to his knees, the elastic smoothly gliding over his sensitive penis making him quietly grunt. All of this sexual tension welded up inside of him was breaking loose from its blocked off iron-plated room that was forced to be separated from the rest of the world and killed slowly. Pulling his fingers out from OJ-san, Hajime licked the stimulating juices then rested the tip of his hard dick at its entrance. Squeezing his eyes together tightly and biting his lip, Hajime tangled his hands in the sheets and thrusted hard into the bottle.

"G-gyaaauuuhhhh" Hinata-Senpai groaned as the amazing warmth of the inner realm of the bottle consumed his body and penis.

"A-aaaaaah! H-Hinata-S-s-senpai!!!" Hajime heard OJ-San scream followed by a loud moan. "D-do it again!!! D-do it a-again harder!!!!"

Hajime kept pumping and pumping, his erection filling with blood more and more, it become more swollen and red.

"Y-yes, Hajime-Senpai! Let my delicious nectar coat your amazing feeling penis! Ahhhhhh~~~~~~"

Each moan and whimper drove Hajime crazy. It made his heart beat fast and his breath rugged and fast, each pump driving him more and more over the edge the quicker his wild rythmic thrusts got.

            Suddenly, Hajime's eyes widened as a harsh rush of heat overcame him causing his body to jerk forward and him let out a hard grunt.

             "S-shit...I almost l-lost it..." Hajime grumbled in pleasure to himself. "I need to keep edging myself on. For Orange Juice-San!"

So he did just that, letting himself ease off of the feeling then start back up once more.

"P-please Hajime-senpai...I need it." OJ-san mewled. "Load all of your hot sticky cum inside of me!"

That was it. Hajime couldn't take it anymore after OJ-san's lewd request. To hear it talking like that. Damn did it make Pastina want it. That feeling of wanting to cream all over the place dominated him. It consumed every bit of him. Especially his swollen meat tube that squeezed itself in and out of Orange Juice-san.

His dick was tightly constrained by OJ-san's tight opening, and his foreskin felt as if it was going to tear off, and it might have been, in fact, bleeding as well at that point, but the feeling was so good Hajime just couldn't stop if his life depended on it.

"Yes. YEs. YES! HINATA-KUN! Oh yeah! That's it!" OJ-san cried out.

"Uuughhh! OJ-san! I-I'm gonna- oh shit yes!" Hajime screamed.

"Yes! Me too!" OJ-san said louder.

"G-get ready." He said, clenching his ass cheeks hard then letting it all go with a hard, rough, pleasure filled groan.

At the same time, OJ-san got all of its juices out as well, it's lovely liquids layering Hajime's member as he filled his container companion up with his own love juices. A rough breath escaped him after exiting himself from OJ-san's hole and falling off of it, laying down onto his soft bed, wrapping the nice cushiony sheets around them both.
        Oranges are a great source of Vitamin C