Asshole Andy's Summer Adventure 2: Road Service

“You’re not done yet, little guy,” Andy booms, taking one huge hand from the jeep’s steering wheel and wrapping his long, thick fingers around my neck.

What’s the rowdy 6’11” jock want now? My stomach already sloshes with a gallon of his hot, salty fluid. “More piss?,” I gasp. His bladder is enormous.

Andy laughs and upends the last of an energy drink into his enormous mouth. He crumples the empty can before tossing it out the open window, followed by a handful of wadded snack wrappers. It’s no mystery why they call him Asshole Andy.

“Not yet,” he says. “First I want to fuck you.”