The frat boys enjoyed a pretty solid sleep. Rocky was woken late in the night by the sound of Sacha plodding up the hallway, yawning as he stumbled sleepily into the bathroom.
Rocky tossed and turn in bed, waking Hamish with the noise. "Hey, do you have any rags in here? I want to jack off and I'm out of socks." He said, springing up and searching his cluttered desk top in the dark.
"Do you have any idea what class is?" Hamish said, rolling to face his friend.
"Do you have any idea what ass is?" Rocky taunted, then bent over and jerked his pants down without warning, flashing his friend and then hiding the evidence in a heartbeat. The joke turned out to be even funnier than he intended, since a tiny trumpet fart escaped as he bent over to moon his friend.
"You're an animal." Hamish said, fanning the fumes away from his face as he tossed the covers anway and lurched out of bed. "I've got to go to the bathroom. Try not to gas the room up while I'm gone."
Rocky tossed and turn in bed, waking Hamish with the noise. "Hey, do you have any rags in here? I want to jack off and I'm out of socks." He said, springing up and searching his cluttered desk top in the dark.
"Do you have any idea what class is?" Hamish said, rolling to face his friend.
"Do you have any idea what ass is?" Rocky taunted, then bent over and jerked his pants down without warning, flashing his friend and then hiding the evidence in a heartbeat. The joke turned out to be even funnier than he intended, since a tiny trumpet fart escaped as he bent over to moon his friend.
"You're an animal." Hamish said, fanning the fumes away from his face as he tossed the covers anway and lurched out of bed. "I've got to go to the bathroom. Try not to gas the room up while I'm gone."