The Super Jock Sluts Chapter 8
Brad knew it was better to fly home instead of walking because he was likely to leave the place in a worse state than before, after battling Primate. A fortunate (and eager) fan provided him with a shirt to help clean off the copious amounts of cum that coated him. He attempted to wash off as much as possible, but some traces remained. The fan's enthusiasm grew when Brad handed the dampened shirt back, leading to a scuffle between multiple individuals.
Brad realized the old black cop indicating for him to stay away from the crowd and allowed them to sort out their mess on their own. Before leaving, he fetched the cases of BROtein from a nearby Quickie Stop, not wanting to forget them.
The house for the KOK fraternity at the University of Millennium City was massive and historical, a three-story red-brick colonial-style mansion. A spacious lawn adorned the front, while the backyard was a sensory overload, boasting a large pool, two hot tubs, and the President's own living quarters, which the fraternity transformed into an expansive apartment. Brad descended from the sky, standing on the sidewalk, carrying two 24-case bundles.
A quick detour allowed Brad to relieve himself on the roof of the rival DIK house. He made it to the front gate and activated the code (6969) then sauntered towards the frat house. He was greeted by the entire fraternity, busy completing their morning calisthenics regimen. The brothers updated the count of squats performed while others strained to meet the goal.
Brad deposited the BROtein cases near the entrance and took one for himself, thirsty from the rigors of his journey. He guzzled the protein drink, dripping droplets onto his chest. He released a big burp that drew admiration from the wrestling fraternity. Turning to Drew, a large, husky lineman attempting his squats, Brad asked, "Hey man, you know where Tyler is? I want to join him for a smoke."
Drew maintained his squat stance, grunting through the intense pain in his thighs. A sheen of sweat had turned his light blonde hair dark, making it particles across his forehead. Brad chuckled at the sunscreen discovered on Drew's face.
"I believe...I think...he's in your room already," Drew replied, ignoring Brad's presence to maintain focus.
"Sounds great, thanks, bro!" Brad playfully slapped Drew's sculpted, sunburned backside.
"Ah fuckkkkkk!" Drew screamed, triggered by the forceful release of his cum. [Paraphrased: Brad flew home after a grueling fight with Primate, leaving the scene in a more chaotic state. A helpful fan provided him with a shirt that he used to dry himself, absorbing as much cum as possible. The shirt was passed around until a fight broke out, and he managed to escape unharmed. Satiated with the return of his beer stock, he headed to the KOK Frat House, the biggest and dirtiest frat house on Fraternity Row. The building had a red-brick exterior, three floors, a large lawn in the front, and a somewhat tacky but lovely pool and hot tubs out back with a bedroom for the chapter president, once called the pool house. Brad navigated the roof of a rival frat house before arriving at the gate of KOK, inputting the code (6969). He encountered all the brothers, who had just completed their calisthenics workout—their workout not just physical, but also trying to achieve a specific number of squats, an intense effort they altered their voices for some moaning for added effect. Brad left two cases of BROtein near the door and went inside, opening one for himself to quench his thirst. He finished drinking within 20 seconds despite only moderately thirsty. Realizing he was sweating, he slurped a mouthful of the protein drink and belched, creating a satisfying reverberation that pleased his frat brothers. Seeking Tyler, Brad asked Drew. He had been performing squats, his lungs bursting and hair dripping with perspiration—along with sunscreen. Completing the exercises, Drew confirmed that Tyler was in Brad's room.]
Brad's total focus was lost as his mighty-looking legs quivered and shook until he eventually collapsed onto his bottom and landed on a wet patch of ground covered in cum. Thrilled and disappointed shouts arose all around Drew from his frat brothers, who witnessed that he couldn't keep up.
"WOW, WE'VE FOUND OUR CAUM LAUGHINGSTOCK, BOYS!" Brad declared to the entire fraternity, accompanied by suggestive chortles and catcalls.
Drew's face turned bright red, even though nobody could tell since he was already quite baked from the sun.
Brad left his brothers out in the front yard to finish up and prepare Drew for what was to unfold tonight, heading towards his own room.
KOK President's Suite
Without even opening the door, Brad was able to detect the strong, intoxicating aroma of "Dr. Circadian Dream Machine" emanating from it.
Opening the door, he didn't flinch at the naked Tyler Rhoades already lying on his California King-sized bed, half-hard knob glistening with pre-cum on his light bronze sculpted abs as he prepared a blunt. Actually, another one.
All Brad desired was that Tyler hadn't used up the entire stash.
"Nope, I already used the whole lot and there's nothing left," Tyler admitted.
"HOLY FUCK!" Brad yelled back angrily.
He could simultaneously believe and disbelieve that Tyler had finished the entire stash, having witnessed him do so and complete a whole class presentation with questions from the audience unnoticed. Tyler received an A-plus from his Anatomy Professor LeRoux and a handjob after class.
Tyler instantly corrected himself before Brad could get angry. "Okay, but we can share!"
This helped with calming Brad down just a tad, so Tyler offered something even better.
"And I'll purchase some more of this 'C-Dream' and some 'Brad Knight's Incendiary Buds' for you, alright?"
Brad knew he was getting a good deal, but decided that he could try to extract more from him.
As he smirked, he added, "How about a blowjob right now, and this will be forgotten?"
The smirk on Brad's face expanded as Tyler contemplated it. "Fine, but first, let's smoke--quickly move your ass over here!"
As Tyler finished rolling the blunt, Brad seductively shed off his already feeble clothing, starting with the jockstrap. The jockstrap clung uncomfortably to his skin, so he required to take it off. The damp mesh cage released his robust pre-cum dripping cock, fully erect just by thinking about the blowjob he was about to receive from his best friend. Brad's entire 10 uncut inches beat against his defined 8-pack abs, the sound catching Tyler's attention. His tongue licked along the edge of the paper as he fixated his gaze on Brad's dick.
"Want to blow me first, bro?" Brad inquired, casually swaying his hips to tease him.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
His dick slammed up against his dark brown thighs, flicking a slim but viscous string of pre through the air. He approached the bed, continuing to sway his hips from side to side.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Tyler? Ty, you want to blow me, right?" Brad reiterated the question.
"Uh, what?" Tyler responded, still starring at something much larger than the blunt.
Fuck the blunt, I want that mouth on my dick!
Brad stepped up onto the bed, causing the bed to tremble as he crept closer and closer to Tyler until his penis was at the same height as Tyler's head. He stared into Tyler's eyes, admiring his attractive oval face, his chestnut brown eyes, caramel brown skin, and plump pink lips that were simply begging to be kissed or fucked.
"Yes, I believe you want to blow me," groaned Brad as he leaned forward, and his penis entered Tyler's warm mouth. "Or are you a feisty man?"
It'd been too long since his penis had been serviced, remembering the pimpled chunky pupil from last night who sloppily satisfied him. Then, positioning that fleshy, dimpled butt over his fiery hot cock, clamping his fingers onto the student's wide hips while his fingers sank into the flesh there. Despite the individual making him shudder, Brad had to admit that it hadn't been a bad fuck.
Brad's eyes closed and his head tilted back as he savored the sensation of Tyler's mouth enveloping his potent cockhead. It only lasted for a brief moment.
This time, he moaned in pain. "AAARRGGHHH!"
Tyler had his balls in a vice, squeezing and pulling them downwards until Brad was back, staring Tyler in his eyes--his usual tender chestnut brown had transformed into steel.
"We discussed smoking, then I would provide you with head...remember?"
Brad chuckled half-heartedly. "I may have gotten a touch greedy."
Yeah, I guess that's true. Asshole. Tyler let go of Brad's balls, although not before giving his aching sac one more firm squeeze.
Brad gently cradled his balls, sitting on the bed beside Tyler, but rolled over so that his back was to him. Tyler finished with the blunt and turned to see that Brad was still turned away from him. He sighed and tapped Brad on the shoulder, who looked over his shoulder and saw that Tyler was holding the finished blunt out for him.
"If you're done feeling sorry for your poor boys down there, would you mind lighting this for me?"
Brad grumbled and snatched the blunt from Tyler, lighting one end of it with the tip of his finger, then placed it between his lips. He sucked on it for a solid minute, pulling the smooth, almost nutty smoke deep into his lungs and holding it there, before releasing it from his nose. Despite the deserved nut-crushing, Brad really needed that weed.
Tyler grabbed the blunt from Brad while his brother sat and let the special strain do its magic.
They went back and forth like that for a while, until the blunt was more than halfway done and the room was once again filled with a semi-thick haze of smoke, since they had forgotten to open a window. Both of their cocks hadn't gone down yet - they were just continuing to leak precum onto their defined bellies. Neither one was helping the situation either, tugging on their cocks in between drags of the blunt. Tyler even slipped a finger below his ball sack and started rubbing his hole. Brad, on the other hand, was rolling his balls in between his fingers and playing with his stiff as hell nipples. Rubbing, flicking, pinching and tugging.
Tyler wanted to lean over and bite them, almost doing it, but then Brad laughed softly, and he came back to reality.
"Damn, we smoked quite a bit of that weed, didn't we?" Brad briefly pulled on the blunt, making sure there was enough for his brother.
Tyler snickered in response, feeling the mind-numbing effects. "Yeah, I guess we did!"
"But, shit, I don't want to stop right now!" Brad exclaimed, then had a bright idea. "Hey, remember that thing we, you, Dro, and Alex did at Slim's parents' place over Spring Break?"
Tyler's mind was struggling to comprehend simple words, so he simply nodded his head "no".
"Dude. You definitely remember - Slim with his lean mixed ass! He almost broke Dro's jaw with that massive fuckin' cock he had been carrying all the time! Dro kept urging him on, like he normally does, and Slim called his bluff - almost broke his jaw haha! Fucked his throat so good, he made Dro cum so hard he blew his load right in his swim trunks!" Brad laughed as he remembered that wild night, his hand going a little faster up and down his veiny shaft.
Brad then added the proverbial 'cherry on top'. "Then, we all took turns spit-roasting him, of course, Slim got the first pick of what hole he wanted to cum into and couldn't pass up the opportunity to try out Dro's pussy!"
Tyler tried to recall the events of that party, but his brain was too foggy from the smoke and the memories to think about anything clearly.
"What does that have to do with us smoking this blunt?" Tyler muttered.
Brad sighed, turning fully to face him. "Buddy, that's what happened at Slim's parents' place because we were shotgunning the little amount of Ultimate Pink we had left between all of us! I thought you would have swapped spit with me in front of everyone, like how close you got!"
"I wanted to, buddy, you could hardly wait to get me in Slim's parents' bedroom, man! That weed must've made your pussy so tight, bro, because I came so hard I thought I'd faint!"
Brad stroked his cock faster, only pausing the steady rhythm to fondle his heavy hairless ballsack. Tyler was only half-heartedly smoking the blunt, his main focus being on watching Brad stroke himself off.
"Ok?" Tyler said, his concentration on Brad's actions completely understood. "Let's do it."
Tyler moved closer to Brad, handing the small amount of pot to him.
Brad took a long drag off of it, then placed it on the rolling tray, then grabbed the back of Tyler's head with a firm but tender grip and pressed his lips against Tyler's full, glossy lips. Tyler could taste and feel the smoke being blown into his mouth, down his throat and filling up his lungs as he breathed it all in. Then, Brad's fat long tongue snaked into Tyler's mouth, exploring and searching. They completely forgot about getting high and got into it, aggressively making out like lovers. Swapping spit and playing tonsil tennis.
Brad had known Tyler since they were both innocent little horny teenagers at Wizard Academy, eager to bang freshmen. Their strong friendship bonded further as they double fucked their Chemistry teacher after class, standing close together with their thick, juicy cocks forcing their way into the older gentleman's hairy, tight as hell hole, transforming it into a pussy. They fucked in sync, close to an earth-shattering orgasm while jerking each other's nipples, and filled up the old man's ass completely, who was relieved that he couldn't get pregnant. From that day on, Mr. Nguyen stopped scheduling any parent-teacher meetings or giving them homework, but he did desire another after-class meeting with both of them.
Tyler tore apart the steaming kiss, groaning as strands of spit still tied him to his best friend. "Fuck me, man! Fuck my ass!"
Brad didn't need to be asked twice, shuffling the rolling tray and metal canister of weed away from the bed while Tyler effortlessly propped his legs behind his head. His smooth, brown rear resembled a pussy, more like a slit, wide open and demanding. Preparing to stuff it with his girthy, meaty, and long rod!
"Lick," Brad instructed Tyler, inserting his two strong fingertips into his buddy's face.
Normally, Brad didn't have to prepare Tyler, given that sometimes Tyler liked a raw, ruff pounding, but he thought he'd make the most out of this.
Tyler opened his mouth, hungrily sucking and slurping on Brad's fingers, tasting the sweat and pre-cum they carried. He swirled his tongue around the tips, showcasing his impressive blowjob skills. Brad and others taught him that.
Brad moaned deeply from within his throat. "Good boy, get them good and wet before I start playing with your little ass."
Tyler rolled his eyes at Brad's Spanish, still regretting teaching his friend some naughty self-taught words, but couldn't deny the eroticism. He sucked harder and, by the time Brad pulled his fingers out of Tyler's dripping mouth, they were heavily coated with spit and more than ready to penetrate Ty.
"Ugh!" Tyler growled with pleasure as Brad's wet fingers easily slid into his tight, sexy butt.
As soon as Brad heard Tyler's satisfying groan, he knew he had the green light and started digging deeper into his best friend's ass, which tightened around his fingers and held him inside. Brad's fingertips teased and rubbed against the tiny knot inside Ty, making him spasm.
"Fuck, bro," Brad growled, watching Tyler's sexy jock-hole clench around his fingers. "Your pussy is so fucking hungry right now."
Tyler grinned, his eyes shut as he reveled in the euphoria possessed by him. "Well, when you dig into my ass like that, of course, I'm going to want you to fist me--ugh yeah, push it back there! Fuck yeah!"
Brad twisted and curved his ring finger, allowing for more of his fingertip to rub against Tyler's prostate.
"Fu-Fuck yes! Slip another finger in there! Slip another in there man! Oh Fu-ck! Fuck! Fuck, man! I'm gonna cum, if you keep this up!" Tyler's voice usually climbed an octave or two when he reached his limit, and Brad wanted to continue this awesome experience.
It saddened Tyler as Brad pulled out his fingers, licking off the flavors of Ty and his saliva then immediately reached between Tyler's legs, pointing his cock-head at his best friend's stomach, and thrust it inside all 10 hard inches in one powerful push!
"OH FUCK!" Tyler shouted at the top of his lungs, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as Brad plunged the entirety of his thick, throbbing shaft inside Tyler's guts.
Brad hunkered over Tyler and buried his face in the armpit of this sensual hunk, breathing in Tyler's tantalizing scent, relishing his cock rubbing against Tyler's colon. Brad's dick felt like it was being strangled in a vice with how incredibly tight it was around his dick.
This shit is so, freaking tight! Brad pondered, perplexed.
Brad shoved backward, pulling almost all his massive cock out of Tyler's ass, which tried but failed to stop him. Tyler knew the symbolic gesture of pulling out, having been fucked by Brad quite frequently, but missed having all of that hefty tool inside himself. He exhaled in a distressed tone, followed by Brad (voicing his primal battle cry) forcefully slamming back inside.
"Come on, take it, take that big dick!" Brad liberally groaned. Valuable content in a playful, casual manner.
Brad's thick behind jiggled as he pushed in and out of Tyler's vagina, his sweaty testicles slamming against his ass. Brad's pupils dilated, his breathing picked up pace. Tyler's muscular arms held tightly onto Brad's sculpted back, keeping him close as he continued to grind.
"Fuck yeah, dude! Squeeze my dick, let me know you want this cum, bro!"
Tyler attempted to speak, but only garbled moans escaped his lips. "Ah! Ah--Fu--Mngh-ph!"
Brad cupped Tyler's smooth ballsack, which was wet with pre-cum from his leaking penis. Softening Tyler up required a lot of effort, as once he managed to squeeze the balls, he was finally able to draw coherent words from his puckered lips.
"Jesus, man, fuck! You brute asshole!" Tyler groaned in pain.
Brad laughed it off and loosened his grasp on Tyler's genitals, then grabbed his face and began kissing him. Once again, the two frat buddies engaged in a passionate make-out session, Tyler hungrily sucking on Brad's long tongue before biting his lower lip and opening his mouth wide. Brad took in the saliva, depositing a glistening drop of his spit onto Tyler's tongue. As Tyler greedily swallowed the droplet, he moaned and humped back against Brad's dick like a slutty whore.
"Give me that dick, brah! Fuck this shit, this pussy needs to be your home bro!" Tyler demanded.
Brad slowed his rhythm, slowly jerking off his penis in front of Tyler's pleading, squirming face. "Beg for it, dude."
"Please Brad, sir, please fuck my hungry pussy! Oh, fuck I need it so fucking bad! I need your cock pressing against my prostate, sir! Rip me apart! Fuck me, sir, impale me on that hard dick, I--!"
Brad interrupted him mid-sentence, forcefully plunging into Tyler with brutal force, fulfilling the instinctual need to pass on his legacy.
"THIS ARSE FEELS LIKE A FUCKING DREAM--UDDDDDGGGHGH! FUCK! GONNA CUM BRO! GONNA SEMEN THIS FUCKING CUNTY! GONNA, HAVE YOU DRIPPING MY SPUNK FOR DAYS BRO!"
Brad's pace increased, his drilling speeding up, his thrusts harsh and powerful. The swollen head of his meaty manhood crashed onto Tyler's sensitive prostate, his lips pressed against a stimulating spot where his neck and shoulder connected. He nibbled and licked it, driving Tyler to ecstasy. Despite not yet unloading his train of spunk, Brad hadn't finished yet.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
He stored up that ball-boiling seed since this morning, waiting to release it all inside Tyler's fertile womb. However, for a second, Tyler disappeared and was replaced by Primate. The hulking, ape-like figure that previously stood above him, trying to ravage his backside, now found himself defeated, immobilized in a spread-eagle position. His massive muscles and tacky thick hair were all tied up by sturdy cables. Primate's merciless actions were reverted, and he knew he wanted to be treated like a sex-craving slut, drenched in spit, cum, and urine.
The scene then switched to a more depraved one: Primate's tired body became a slutty, hairy pussy, gaping open and sloppy, leaking old loads, the ragged remnants of his massive strides. His ferocious countenance was replaced by Tyler's, pleading for Brad to cum inside him.
"Fuck me, brah!" Tyler begged, his voice barely above a whisper.
"HERE IT COMES...TAKE THAT FUCKING LOAD! URRHHHHHGGGGGGG!" Brad shrieked, unleashing his torrent of sticky pleasure into Tyler.
Brad went completely still, his entire body frozen as his cock slammed hard into Tyler's love hole, pumping out rivers of sperm. Tyler's nails scratched at Brad's chiseled back, sliding down his taut buttocks to grasp at his low-hanging, smooth hole. He squeezed Brad's ass, creating enough room to fondle the slutty hole, moaning and bucking against Brad's ejaculation-covered dick.
"Give me your dick, bro! Fuck me, dude! This pussy wants to feel that man juice!" Tyler cried out.
Brad slowed it down, dragging his penis through Tyler's desperate face, demanding he beg.
"Please, Brad, I need your cum inside me, sir! Oh, fuck I need it badly! I need to feel your balls rubbing over my asshole, sir! Ram that thick cock deep inside me, man! Fuck me with that linished spear, bro--~~~~~"
Brad grumbled, "D*mn it!" as the intense feeling rushed deep inside him and more into Tyler's ever-tightening hole. Tyler laughed underneath him.
Tyler countered with a question, "Or think about who might be interested?"
Brad dismissed Tyler's dumb query and remained in him for a few extra minutes, then removed his cock from his fraternity bro's cum-filled butthole-his already-loose hole's puffy lips were slightly red. Tyler simply rolled onto his stomach, reached into the penultimate drawer of Brad's nightstand, pulling out a spare buttplug that Brad kept for a specific reason. There was a moment of wince and grunt before Tyler shoved the wide, rounded silicone toy, vibrantly colored orange, deep into his cum-soaked hole, adjusting it so it fit comfortably.
"How much did you charge for these?" Tyler inquired, tapping the butt end of the plug emblazoned with Brad's striking, wide smile.
"Top-secret information," Brad replied. Then he pointed at Tyler's rock-solid boner. "Now get over here so I can take care of that."
Tyler swept aside his fringe hair, running a hand through his raven mane. "I've got a better suggestion!"
Lying flat on his back, his cock gradually softening but still oozing cum onto the bed, Brad indicated that Tyler should move closer. Tyler shifted into a push-up position, pointing his hot, erect cock directly at Brad's mouth. Precum dripped from his penis tip onto Brad's chin and forehead. Tyler carefully lowered his hips, pushing Tyler's 8-inch shaft into Brad's mouth.
"Ugh f*ck!" Tyler breathed, slowly penetrating Brad's face.
GLORP! GLURP! SLURP! GLORP!
With tense fists, Brad stroked his dick vigorously while licking and lapping the tip of Tyler's cock when he thrust into Brad's face, then spiralled his tongue around the shaft during the withdrawal. Brad knew his face would give him away, giving off an impression of someone who had never had a cock slide into him, but he had a purpose, and his cum tasted quite like slightly salty buttercream icing. Still, Brad had to reassert his influence over his fraternity subordinate, especially with Tyler's balls softly thumping against his chin.
He could have done it with his fingers but instead favoured a trick he discovered while eating out Chase Humphrey's firm white ass recently. He made Chase squeal like a pig.
Focusing like he often did on the crashed car from the day, but now channelling warmth through his tongue instead of heat, Brad proceeded to execute this newfound method. Tyler noticed this, feeling the warmth from the wet, squishy appendage envelop his entire cock as it flooded his hole. It was like fucking a hot, wet, and gushing pussy as Tyler's rhythm quickened.
"N-no, not yet, brother!" Tyler protested, but struggling to maintain restraint. "Oh fck! Fck! Ah!"
GLORP! SLURP! SLURP!
"ARRRHHHHH!" Tyler shouted.
Whatever quantity of cum Tyler could emit, Brad consumed it, gulping it down continuously without a moment's hesitation. The leftovers Brad gathered and held in his mouth until Tyler slowed down. As Tyler moved away from him, Brad didn't hesitate to lock lips with him. Tyler was aware of what was about to happen and opened his mouth, catching the voluminous amount of pornographic saliva from a blowjob. He slurped it down hungrily, devouring all the remnants.
The pair returned to kissing each other passionately, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. One broke away from the embrace first and trailed off, reminiscing about how Raz was mercilessly ravaging the TV host's ass on-screen.
Irrelevant to Brad, Tyler mentioned, "Almost forgot, but you left your phone—and you could've at least washed the sheets, but your phone's been blowing up!"
Brad sat up, his phone in his hand, checking for new messages. There were several notifications from his mother.
Mom: "What's wrong? Q took me to see the news about your fight. You should get a check-up. Q would be more than glad to examine you. Just agree, PLEASE!"
Tyler chuckled over the TV, not glancing at Brad. "Or who might have been interested?"
Brad showed little interest and opened his phone, reading his mom's messages.
Brad had mixed emotions about the message his mom had sent, not wanting to have dinner with his mom and her boyfriend Quan, who was about twice her age. Even though he had no issues with the guy, he didn't want her to try and make Quan into his dad. Or his "daddy," a role that had happened a few times, but it seemed like Brad was just too tempting.
Brad: "I love you too. I'll try to come over there after dad's, but there's no promises."
Moving on to the other texts, he saw that many were from old flings still infatuated with him...apparently one wild woman named Casey had managed to get his phone number, so he'd have to change it. One text was from his Ancient History professor, Professor Wernik, asking if they could set up a time to talk about his recent test grades. Brad knew what to do in these cases, smirking as he texted back to the big-butted educator, agreeing to a meeting.
He replied to a few more text messages, but then he noticed another one at the bottom of the stack of notifications - a text and a missed call from his dad. He could hardly even read what his dad had sent, but he eventually opened the message.
Dad: "Do you know how embarrassing it was to hear - and see - my son, my LEGACY, with that hairy freak from my colleagues eating out his ass? When I see next weekend, you better be ready, because you won't be able to sit down and you'll need to be naked in your chastity device too."
Brad knew not to reply to his dad's text because it would only make things worse. Tyler grabbed the phone from his shaky hands, forgetting about the TV show he was watching, and set it down on the nightstand. He sensed Brad's sudden nervous and panicky energy and knew what his friend needed to calm down.
"So, I heard that the guys are planning a party tonight, but I was supposed to check with you earlier. Guess I got a bit...distracted." Tyler chuckled.
Brad sighed, trying to wear a smile, "Yeah, I guess you did."
"Well, what do you think? Some drinks, some more weed, and some girls? It could be a really great time." Tyler suggested, looking directly in Brad's dark brown eyes.
"Sure, let's make it happen!"
Tyler chuckled, turning his attention back to the TV show, pointing out how stupid one of the guy's comments were. But Brad had already lost interest in the show. Despite Tyler's best attempts at cheering Brad up, Brad's mind was still on his dad's texts and the events that would take place next weekend. He hoped the party that night would give him some much-needed comfort.
THE END OF CHAPTER 8:
Sky wanted this chapter to include KOK throwing a big party, but she decided to move that to the next one (Chapter 9) to avoid making a long and boring chapter. Please rate and comment on this story if you liked it. I'll see you next time!
