Chapter 2
"More than a concept..."
Man, that wasn't bad. Old Timmy has some skills.
I got it made. Watching the game, drinking a beer, just dropped a nut. That whole thing was like what, five minutes? And it didn't cost a dime.
"The fucking three yard line. Shit! Those assholes haven't been able to do that all season."
"Yeah, no shit. You would think with all that talent they would be able to move the ball three yards," Tim said taking a sip of his beer.
That was like winning the lottery.
No fuss. No bullshit.
If I won the lottery what would I do? I would blow the money trying to get a nut.
Holy shit brother. You just won the lottery!
"I knew it." The Cowboys were setting up to kick a field goal.
"That's ridiculous," Tim said disgusted.
Now if he was a chick this would be the part where I would have to say how great it was and all that bullshit.
He doesn't give a shit about that. He could care less about what I think.
It was pretty fucking good. It was at least as good as Tina. No actually, I think it was better. She won't let me cum in her mouth like that. Damn I liked that.
"They are going to loose this. You can see it right now. They are not playing as a team."
"They need to get their shit together. How much money is that on the field? Let's see, eleven guys at what, couple hundred thou a piece at least," Tim mused.
Let's face it. My roommate sucks a pretty mean cock. I bet he has done that before.
He swallowed it all. Didn't even hesitate.
He wants a blowjob in return. That's what he wants. If I were him...that's what I'd want.
"Got any money on this?"
"Are you kidding?" Tim laughed.
It's only a dick.
I got one. There's nothing wrong with mine.
