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and Misty McLean. Icianas chapters are in Pink, and Mistys chapters are in Blue. Enjoy!||*|| Back at JC's house, JC & Rhys waved good-bye to Chris as he got in his PT Cruiser & drove off to his own home. Walking inside, JC shut the door behind he & Rhys, locking it for safety measures. "Man I am so sorry," JC sighed, plopping down on his couch, the leather squeaking as he sat down. "It's okay man," Rhys yawned, sitting on the other side of the couch. He stared into space a moment before he got up, picking up his clothes & pulled them on, sitting back down. "So, you up for some pizza?" "Hell yes!" JC chuckled & reached over, picking up his cell phone. "What are we getting?" "How about stuffed crust?" "That means callin' the Hut. That's cool. What topping, or toppings, do we want?" "Why not get the stuffed crust deal they're advertising?" "What deal are you talking about?" "Medium stuffed crust with one topping for only nine ninety-nine." "Sounds good. What topping?" "Pepperoni." "Alright." Rhys walked into the kitchen in search of a drink while JC dialed the phone number for Pizza Hut. JC sighed, growling slightly when he heard the hold music & announcer's voice come on. He hated the automatic hold system. "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut, my name is Chase, can I get your address?" a voice finally said. JC told the man any needed information & hung up whe Chase did. While he waited, Rhys came out of the kitchen with a glass in his hand. "How much & how long til it gets here?" "Ten fifty & should take 20-25 minutes."Said Jc. "Oh. Wanna play truth or dare til they get here?" "Sure. Since you suggested it, you go first." "Alright, truth or dare?" Rhys asked. "Truth." "Ever..." Rhys paused a moment, thinking of what to ask. "Ever kiss or makeout with a guy?" "Once. But it was just a little peck." "Where?" Rhys questioned, cocking his eyebrow. "His cheek." "Okay, how was it?" "Strange. Now, truth or dare?" "Truth." "Did you devirginize, or were you devirginized?" Rhys thought a moment, trying to remember. "I devirginized." "Who?" "The principle's daughter in middle school." "Dude!" Exclaimed Jc. "You asked! Anyway... truth or dare?" "Dare." Rhys grinned, caughin JC to gulp. Rhys' grins were like Chris' when he was on one of his sugar highs. The last time Rhys grinned like that, JC ended up donating blood to the Red Cross. "I dare you to answer the door naked when the pizza gets here." JC's face fell & his jaw dropped as Rhys' words sunk into his skull. He looked like his brain would snap at any moment. "You dare me to do what?" "When the pizza gets here, you answer the door naked," Rhys smirked. "Oh man! What if it's a dude?!" "Then it be a dude!" JC groaned when he heard gravel crunching up the pathway. He looked at Rhys to give him pity, but knew he would never get any when Rhys shook his head. The doorbell rang & JC sighed. "Just a moment!" he yelled, standing up from the couch. Rhys watched as JC quickly undressed & grabbed the pizza money off the phone stand. When Rhys caught glimpse of JC's limp dick, he felt his face flush slightly as he tore his gaze from the offer. JC walked to the door & opened it to see a tall man standing there, looking at the pizza box. When he looked up at JC, his eyes widened. "That'll be ten dollars & fifty cents," the man gaped, apparently having trouble taking his eyes away from JC's cock. it was like the man was expecting the cock to talk or pay. "Jeez, now I know how a woman with big breasts feels," JC thought to himself. "Excuse me," JC said, trying to get the man's attention. "I'm sorry sir, but it can't talk back." The man looked up, his face red with embarassment. "I'm sorry sir," he apologized. "Here, the pizza's free." JC watched in pure shock as the man handed him the pizza & hurried to his car. He backed inside, pizza in hand & shut the door. "Rhys, you're not going to believe this..." |
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