Eight o'clock rolls around, so Jake and I head next door to Marcus and Don's room for my prize, er, I mean penalty, for tying for last place in the tomahawk toss contest. Rod and Bill, the major perverts that they are, are already there. Marcus is in his underwear, a look of trepidation on his face.
You and I know the cumming doesn't bother him as much as he's making it out to be. Perhaps it's the public aspect of it that he's dreading.
"OK, the slowpokes are here, let's get this show