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wishing I could sleep a little more. Over in the corner, curled up in a pile of motor-oil-

covered jeans, Buddy gave a sad whine. I already felt overwhelmed by the day, especially

considering I didn¡¯t get off the night before like I planned.

I lifted my head from my pillow and looked down at my pajamas and as I expected,

they stood like a tent. Normally I slept naked. I loved waking up to the feeling of my soft

sheets against my cock in the morning. Last night, though, after cleaning up Buddy¡¯s

vomit for hours, it didn¡¯t feel sanitary to be naked anywhere in my house.

I wondered if I would have time to quickly jack off in the shower¡­ I had to deal with

my morning wood before the day started or I knew I¡¯d be riled up all day.

¡°Wrench!¡±

Turning over on my pillow, I reached for my cell phone to see the time. It wasn¡¯t even

seven yet, and already, Tank had business to discuss. But it would only take five minutes,

tops, thanks to the internet being on cell phones.

¡°Wrench!¡±

Buddy whimpered in the corner.

The metal bell started to jingle.

¡°Ye-ap!¡± I called back, the extension of the word telling Tank I was awake and to shut

the hell up. I swung my legs over the ledge of my bed and rubbed the crust from my eyes.

There was no way anyone, no matter how horny, could get off in that environment. Why

didn¡¯t I plug in the swamp box before going back to sleep? That would have helped with

the stench.

¡°Get yer ass down here, son!¡±

¡°Yeah, yeah, yeah¡­¡± I said, even though he wouldn¡¯t hear it. ¡°I¡¯m gonna bang on your

and Eve¡¯s bedroom door right when you¡¯re about to fuck sometime¡­ see how you like

that¡­¡±

Standing up, I walked over to Buddy to give him a quick scratch behind the ears before

pulling on a pair of jeans and a white ribbed tank top, taking a second to admire my

newest addition of ink. The same flame¡ªpart of our club¡¯s emblem¡ªthat was patched on

the back of my leather jacket, was now in the middle of my black sleeve. The flame was

my first colored piece on my body. I didn¡¯t plan it that way; I guessed I just liked black