Chapter 6

“Mikey’s locked me out.”

Mr. Pierce’s gruff voice rose sharply like a

verbal slap. “Mikey! Open that damn door!”

No answer. If I knew my friend, he was

probably desperate to come now, yanking on his dick as hard as he

could before his dad made it up the few steps to pound on his

bedroom door. The thought made me laugh even harder.

A note of warning crept into Mr. Pierce’s

voice. “Mikey! I said—”

Behind me, the door flew open. I tumbled back

out of Mr. Pierce’s line of sight and fell against Mikey’s legs. I

was still snickering as I looked up into my friend’s face, and the

glare he gave me got me laughing all over again. “Dickhead,” he

muttered, kicking me in the side. “You can go home, you know.”

“You’d miss me,” I joked, and rolled away

before he could kick me again.

Ignoring us, Mr. Pierce told his son, “Don’t

you pull this shit tonight. The guys are coming over for poker so I

want you boys to stay up here out of sight. Got that, Mikey?”