Chapter 6

“No, I’ll get them.”

Nick watched as Brad picked up his clothes, Buddy swinging like a huge black pendulum between Brad’s strong thighs. Even half-erect, Buddy looked fearsome, a weapon capable of mass destruction.

Nick’s thoughts were snapped back to reality with Brad saying, “Here we go.” The lineman held up the lube packets. “Oh.” His face fell.

“What?” Nick sat up.

Brad fingered the rubber in its foil packet. “This won’t fit.”

Nick had been initially scared at the prospect of being fucked by Brad, now he was dismayed it might not happen.

“It’s okay,” Brad assured. “Buddy always makes me carry some in his size.”