You shove tiny Brett into your cupboard in your bedroom, you close the door to make sure Mike has no way of getting in. You stride back into the kitchen to find Mike helping himself to some food.
He stands there in a wet singlet and a pair of tiny shorts. "I got tired from my run and thought I'd stop bye here" He grins with a piece of toast in his hand. His other hand ventures up the leg of his dark shorts "Man I got some serious sweat and Chafe issues going on down here though" He groans as he scratches his groin.
He walks over to the fridge, opening it up he bends down to reach for a fresh beer. His ass strains against the tight material. He doesnt posess the same glutes as Brett, you think. "So where are Chris and Justin?" he questions, revealing how much he doesnt like you. "Oh they are... Out at the football game" you blatantly lie in hopes of getting rid of Mike "They'll be there for a while, you'll definately catch them there"
"Are you sure?" he says "Their cars are out the front still" He slips his singlet off, it is dripping with sweat. He holds it over the kitchen sink, before wringing all the hot salty liquid out.
"Oh yeah..um Brock came and picked them up and drove them there" you cover your tracks.
Mike raises an eyebrow "So they are both gone and you're here on your own?" He looks you up and down and says
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