Much like Jager Bender and his flock of friends. J.B is the the ring leader in this group of up and comers. The group opts for private house parties instead of the usual paparazzi laced venues. Since J.B is a tad more famous, the parties tend to take place at his luscious digs. Only a select few are even aware of these parties, never more than 15 guests. From actors and actresses, to writers and comediennes, the guest list read like the credits to a summer blockbuster.
J.B is the host with the most, loving the attention he gets from hosting such events. Problem is the he usually becomes the host with the most alcohol digested into in body. J.B soon becomes the life of the party, which is pretty much routine.
But one night, the Jager took over J.B a little too much. He was feeling the love that evening, the love for no one but himself. He stood in front of a full length mirror as he took shots, admiring his rippled physique. One guest actually tried to tell J.B goodnight, but he had tuned everyone out.
As the party wrapped, one last guest went looking for J.B to make sure he was okay. She found him spread out on the ground by the pool, naked as a jaybird. There in all his glory, J.B had the most sexual encounter he had ever had.....with himself. As he cheered himself on, the guest left. She said she heard him climax as she got back into the house, and he yelled good job when he was done.
The next morning J.B had brunch scheduled for the hungover crowd. The guest who caught him in the act was appalled when he acted as if nothing had happened. She said the day went fine until they were playing Wii. J.B's team had scored and as he yelled good job, our little big mouth friend cracked up and flung the Wii-mote across the room.
Baby, you know you are too sexy to be greedy! Share the love J.B before your palms get so hairy that the only movie you will be doing in Planet Of The Apes.