The Grudge Match
Philip hadn’t played volleyball in five years and his serve still stunk, but he’d be damned if he would let Adrian win. The bastard pissed him off last week when he made fun of his ten year old car. So what if he wasn’t driving the latest sports car.
His last serve had been a total fail. Billy, the guy he’d wanted to date since he’d seen him at Jay’s bar two months ago, stood off to the side, his plump cock visible through his shorts. God, Philip wished that woody was for him.
“Come on, Philip, you can do better than that,” Billy called out.