Terry slumped into his living room after work that evening, still nursing his annoyance from earlier that day so he could properly b***h about it to Paul.
Paul, home from his own day of hard labor, put down two beers and popped off the caps. “So, how was your first day of classes and work? Did you make it to your shift on time?”
Terry nodded, silently urging Paul to ask more about his classes.
“Were any of your professors douchelickers who assign homework right off the bat?”
“No, just gotta look over some of the reading material for my Communications course.” Terry picked up his beer and frowned. Had Kyle’s c**k been as thick as this bottle? In their fevered rush, Terry hadn’t had much chance to memorize its measurements relative to his hand. He wondered if he would ever get to see it
