“What?” Ian queried in confusion as he looked back and forth between Tim and him.
Tim seemed to be suppressing his laughter, but his shoulders were shaking.
“Well, I always imagined I was aiming at your private parts,” he eventually explained in mortification.
Tim lost it then as he laughed out loud. Ian winced and unconsciously placed his hands to cover that particular region.
“You’re a cruel and nasty man, Mike.” He only shrugged his shoulders. “How did you know what my tool looked like back then?”
“I imagined it to be as small as the red dot on the target practice,” he answered with brutal honesty as his cheeks grew warmer.
Tim could not help himself after that confession. The man laughed even louder now, even banging the table a few times as he guffawed uncontrollably. Most of the other patrons in the restaurants were looking over at their table in irritation, but he was too embarrassed to pay them any mind.