For what seemed like an eternity later, he burst and much to my sudden horror, seemed to wake up. Sex “Good morning (you don’t need to know my name)”. I got as far as my second knuckle until he began to stir. I pulled the blanket back over him, walked upstairs, and got a bottle of dish soap. “Good morning (you don’t need to know my name)”. No, it’s not ketemine or rufies, and I’m starting to wish I had some of that. As I pulled back in panic his second squirt got me in my face. At this point he have been friends since 4th grade (by this time we were sophomores in high school), and throughout middle school I thought I had something of a man crush on him. The night started off pretty normal; some pizza, videogames, and late night TV. I could feel his sphincter muscle contract from my touch, but even then his breathing remained constant. I stuck my tongue into the hole of the fabric and poked around. Still he seemed to be fast asleep. *****As you could have probably guessed, “Steve” isn’t the character’s real name.
