No, not yet.

"Okay, I get it. I was out of line. I'm sorry!" I apologized through gritted teeth.

"Hey can we get more photographers in here?" Rorke ignored me. "We got a handsome dude in nothing but his skivvies standing next to a handsomer dude in killer threads for Pete's sake." As if summoned by his words, photographers from the journalism club appeared and they had their cameras trained on me the moment they stepped into the cafeteria. Flash! Flash! Flash!

I swallowed even though my throat was dry. This is so embarrassing! My face grew redder and redder with every camera flash. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Rorke slipped his fingers into the waistband of my boxer shorts and yanked them down to the floor. Flash! There was an audible intake of breath as every woman in the cafeteria got an unobstructed view of my seven inch penis! My face burned bright crimson. Flash! With lightning quick reflexes, Rorke hammered his foot down on the cloth between my ankles, pinning my underwear to the ground. Flash! Flash! He resumed his position of anchoring my arm around his shoulders and giving me bunny ears.

Flash! Flash! Flash!

There it was. My dick was going to be immortalized in the campus paper, the school website, and every other media outlet these kids can think of. Flash!

Amongst this torrent of pictures and laughter at my expense, Rorke leaned in to my ear as he maintained his carefree smile. "I love you Avery, you're like my brother. But I am going to preserve this moment to remind you not to fuck with me!"

Flash!