“I’m not a woman.”
“Never said you were.Was just gettin’back at you for all the times you called me Gary Cooper.”
“Okay then.But just so you know,”Calvin grabbed his crotch,“I’m all man,baby.”
“Yes,you are,”Brock chuckled,still rubbing at his arm.
“Sorry.Did I hurt you?”Calvin started to rub Brock’s arm for him.
“Nope,it’s just that was my pitching arm,and—”
“Shit.I really am sorry.”
“’sokay.”The pain was easing anyway.
Brock turned the key,the engine spluttered,but didn’t catch.“Shit.”Brock tried again,and mercifully it came to life.
“You need to get this thing looked at,”Calvin said,moving to the other side of the bench seat and reaching for his belt.“Seatbelt.”He told Brock.
Brock rolled his eyes.
****
“Can you pull over?”Calvin suddenly announced when they were about halfwayhome.
“Huh?”Brock began to look for a parking space.
“I need to visit that drug store.”He pointed out the window.
“Oh?”Brock pressed on his dick,which had begun to sit up and take notice.