...or DIE

From Create Your Own Story

Nah, you're too good of a guy. Looks like you're gonna die. You stand there with your cock aching, watching and wanting until Tisch is done making her sandwich. She turns around to see you and makes a face. Grasping her after-midnight snack, she glances at you and hastily makes a beeline for the safety of her room upstairs. You let her go, still watching that tail and wondering when you're going to make a real move. Not tonight. Maybe never. Heaving a heavy sigh, you pad over to the fridge, pull out two beers and start drinking.

THE END