Brett quickly runs into your room.
He jumps onto your bed, placed you between his massiv legs and qickly pulls the blanked over you.
Just in time as Mike comes in.
"Hey! There you are! What are you doing in the fags room? Are you tasting the otherside aswell?" he laughs.
"Nahh bro! Don't know what happened. Cant remember a thing after starting with the shots. Next thing i know is waking up in this bed and you coming in." he says and grabs his head as if he has a hangover.
By doing that he reveals a suprisingly hairy pit under his huge muscled arm. You don't know what went into you but you were turned on and without wanting it you started to wiggle a bit.
Mike had a wicked grin. "Whats going on beneath there? Having a good time?"
Brett just laughed it of "You know how it is, sometimes you just can't controll yourself!"
The last word sounded very agressiv and to underline what he said, he let out a loud fart.
You know you were meant, but you just couldn't control yourself.
"Man you could have warned me!" Mike said, waving his hand infront of his face. "I'm leaving, see you at the game!"
He turned around and a few seconds later you heared the front door closing.
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