Howthis really is going to work for every important date I'll ever need,sweetheart." Please don't do that?" gulped Lee. "I don't want to do more than ...'malready committed to this weekend." Don't worry, you've done it yourself after you've charmed the wholefamily already?" smiled Gary as he began walking now, holding Lee's hand."You think they'll just forget you?" Shit!" said Lee, holding his chest with one hand as he was being draggedby the other. "I fucking have! Haven't I?" Finally?". It seemed like a harmless bet, just me and two of my bros hanging out and watching the game. Fucking around and doing the usual thing that bros do on a Sunday night. It was the idea of my friend Jared, that started everything. “How much do you guys want to bet, that I could out wrestle Mack.” He teased pointing at me. Trevor, my other friend, laughed at his proposal. After all, I was a state ranked wrestler, on route to go straight to nationals and there wasn’t anyone in our friend group who. "And that was just his breasts. He hadn't even gotten to thegood part yet, though he was clearly aware of *it*. Already,something was missing. Usually, when he got aroused, it wasobvious. Blatantly obvious. There was a tight, sometimes painful,lump in his shorts. He could just reach down and grab it andstretch it and he was ready to fuck anything in sight, but thiswas different. This felt gushy, leaky, maybe a little swollen; itwas hard to tell.There was a knock on the door behind him. "Hey,. Bye." There was a click ashe hung up."Sorry, Cara," Pop said. "but you _do_ have homework." I know, Daddy." Rats, I'd said "Daddy" again "I was wondering, though." Yeah," Pop was smiling. He knew what was coming."Mel asked me to go out with him on Saturday; he said we'd go to that danceclub, The Shell Game, and he'll pick me up here at seven and bring me backat eleven, and can I go, please, Daddy, please." It all spilled out of mein one excited breath before I could stop myself.I'm not.