Dwayne had a rough night

Annika skips down the stairs, the dice, and miniatures she picked out jingling as she does. She crests the archway, she sees that Sam is still sound asleep and Tim has taken a soda and a slice of cold pizza and is making his way downstairs. "Hey, Annika!" he says, clearly trying to conceal their shower rendezvous. His uncharacteristically postured stride betraying his discomfort, however.

She smiles coyly at him and whispering out a "Thank you, daddy." as he goes by. His uncomfortable giggle trailing behind him as he heads for the basement with breakfast.

As she turns to put on a pot of coffee she gets a good look at poor Dwayne, a bag of frozen peas pressed to his anus. It's clear he hasn't slept well, if at all.

She fills the paper filter with the foul soot of once interesting South American beans. and slides it into the top of the coffee machine, flipping the switch, and sliding the pot under the dripper to lock into place.

She's never liked the bitter, black soot water, but she can't deny the warm enveloping smell it gives off. And she knows it will help the boys rouse themselves a bit sooner.

When she turns back to hit up the refrigerator he sneers at her. "I'm not gay! You hear me, I'm not gay!" tears fill his eyes and his bottom lip quivers in anguish. He can't look her in the eye, but he's clearly talking to her.

As she looks at him, bent over her counter, a slight bruise under his eye where Jacob's fist found a home, she feels absolutely awful. "Don't you dare tell anybody, I'm gay..."

He was a jerk, but he's been a part of the group since they were kids. She has called him a friend since they were both in kindergarten. "Dwayne, I'm really sorry. I wish I hadn't made that bet." She takes the last piece of pepperoni, and a piece of Canadian bacon and pineapple, and places them on a paper plate.

He still hasn't dressed, and she questions how long he's been here. She sneaks up next to him leaning on his shoulders from behind and wrapping him close for a hard hug. "You're not gay, Dwayne. You're my friend. I love you," she hears him let out a muffled sob and she holds him, mercilessly. They stay like this long enough for the coffee pot to go from cold and empty, to hot and dripped to half-full.

He turns into her, and she carries his weight as his knees falter, she suspects from standing in that spot for hours. "I got you, Dwayne. You're gonna be ok."

She helps him stand again and he seems a bit better, at least emotionally. As he leans on the counter again she gets a good look of his swollen pucker. It looks like an overinflated intertube left in the sun after a beach trip.

"Ouch, Dwayne. Is there anything I can do?" He looks back questioning if he's pushing his luck. "You could lick it for me." She smiles and makes a funny face. "That's the Dwayne I remember." She lets out a little giggle and rests her head on his back. "Is that what you want?"

"Your soft tongue might help the swelling. The peas aren't doing shit," he says craning his head back to watch her run her hands along his naked flesh, digging her fingers in his firm butt. She gently pulls him open and softly licks across his swollen ring.

She wraps her lips around his pucker, allowing her tongue to lightly tickle his damaged hole. She kneads him, enjoying the feel of by far, his best asset. "That feels nice, Annika?" he says to her blindly, and she responds by teasing the yielding middle of his anal passage.

She feels him recoil slightly, but smiles when she sees his penis filling with blood. She takes the hanging cock that took her virginity into her hands. Stroking him with slow, twistingly long-strokes towards the floor.

Annika kisses along his backside, as she feels her own arousal crest. She takes a moment to consider what she wants, after all, this is the first time she's had her girlhood crush in her palm and she wanted to make the most of it, while he's nice and agreeable.