Soccer Team Bate Buddies
My teammate can't be bothered to wait until I leave. Guess I'll have to join him.
“Look, man, we can put a pillow between us or something but I’m gonna need to beat off. Do you care?” I looked over at Miles, dumbfounded. “What,” I stammered, “like right now?” He was already lifting up his shirt and biting it, messing with the strings of his sweatpants. “Uh-huh,” he intoned through the cotton clamped between his teeth. He hadn’t exactly waited for an answer, but that was how he always acted: Bulling rig...