Jason can’t
concentrate. Every time Wesley shifts, his chair groans beneath his
weight, and Mr. Fordham constantly rustles his own forms, it
bothers him. And those hands, ugh. Why didn’t he insist on someone
coming with him? Chris said he felt a little funny the past few
days. He should be here, probably has the same thing Jason does.
Didn’t they get together Sunday night? In the front seat of Matt’s
car, a blowjob on the way home. Jason remembers because even then
he had a tickle in the tip of his d**k, though when he came in
Chris’s mouth, he forgot all about it in the pleasure
rush.
If Chris were
here, they could snigger about these two freaks across from him and
when the nurse finally got off her lazy ass and called him back,
they would fool around in the examining room.
