Chapter 37

No one locked Doug out of his own van. What was Geoff thinking?

Quickly Geoff clambered over the middle row of seats and checked the sliding door on the opposite side of the van. Then he climbed into the front and checked the doors there, too.

Outside Doug eased up on his attack. “Let me in, dickweed!” he cried, lunging for the driver’s side door. He yanked hard on the handle but Geoff reached it first, locking it before Doug could open it. “Asswipe! You’re so dead! Open up or you’re out of the band!”

“I want out, remember?” Geoff hollered back. Over his shoulder, he snickered at Larry. “What an idiot. Like that’s some kind of threat!”

Larry sank down in the seat and spread his legs. Suddenly he found he could zip up his jeans without a problem—his dick was no longer rock hard or straining through the open fly. Way to kill the mood, you two,he thought, tucking himself back into his jeans. He’d been so close, too.

Would he even get another chance? 13

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