Dylan negotiates

After several minutes of holding his naked nuts and nursing them back to health, Dylan stood up and walked to the patio door. He tapped on the window drawing the attention of Max who was in the kitchen poking around.

"How's everything hanging out there, my guy?" asked Max with a chuckle. Dylan grunted at the fact Max knew good and well the torment he was going through. "Can you please open the door?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

"Okay, but I'm gonna want something for unlocking the door for you" bargained Max.

"Uugghhhh. Really, are you serious?" asked Dylan getting even more annoyed.

"Let me hit you in the balls" Max said.

"What?!? No way, dude! My balls are killing me, come on!" protested Dylan still recovering from his last sack attack.

"Okay," replied Max, "I'll just hang out inside for a while; you just let me know when you're ready to put your clothes back on. Oh, when are your parents supposed to be back, by the way?" he asked with a grin.

Shit! Dylan suddenly remembered that his parents wouldn't be back until Sunday evening, possibly even Monday afternoon. And he had a date in an hour, so he definitely needed to get his clothes back on and get Max to leave.