Chapter 0 - The Morning After

Sam was rudely awakened by Jake and Tyler unceremoniously ripping the covers off of him. He shivered as the cool air made contact with his now naked skin. After the events in the field last night, all three of the boys had loaded into Jake’s jeep and spent the night at Tyler’s house. Fortunately, the jeep had been far enough away that it had not been crushed by any of the massive dicks that had filled the landscape. It hadn’t escaped unscathed though. The exterior and much of the interior had been doused in cum.
           
Tyler’s bedroom was too thoroughly trashed to be useable, so the three of them shared the guest bedroom. Jake and Tyler had shared the bed and passed out in each others arms. Sam was happy to sleep on the couch downstairs, but his friends had other ideas. Jake had insisted that Sam sleep upstairs with them. That is to say that Jake grew Sam’s cock so large that the raven haired boy had choice no but to stay in the guest room with them; with a little effort Sam may have been able to squeeze through the door frame and head downstairs, but he really didn’t want to be seen by Tyler’s mom in his current state. As it was, Sam’s legs probably would have hung over the end if he had slept on the couch; he had no such trouble with his current set up. Sam had slept soundly face down on his ten foot long cock all night.
           
Sam groaned and rubbed his eyes. It was too damn early to be awake. He couldn’t see any light trickling in through the blinds which led him to believe that the sun wasn’t even up yet. They still had a few hours before they had to be at school. Sam tried to go back so sleep, but he could feel Jake and Tyler dragging him to his feet as his bed dwindled out from under him. “Shower time, Sammy!” Tyler announced happily.
 
Sam was wide awake by now. “Fine. Let go of me and I’ll get cleaned up.” He muttered.
 
“No can do, Sammy.” Tyler responded overly cheerfully. Tyler moved around to Sam’s front and pulled his legs out from under him while Jake slipped his ands under Sam’s arms. The two of them hoisted him up and carried him to the guest shower in this fashion. Sam went slack and let himself get carried. It was too damn early for him to bother fighting back, and he was getting the impression by now that once these two decided to do something, his best bet was to just go along with it.
 
Steam poured out of the bathroom as Tyler opened the door; they had already set the shower to run so it would be nice and warm by the time they got Sam in there. Sam was perfectly happy to hop in the shower and get himself cleaned up, but he was surprised to see Jake and Tyler climbing in with him. His two friends wasted no time in lathering him up. He was about to comment about how he had been bathing himself for years and was more than capable of taking care of matters himself when he felt his friends’ soapy hands begin to run over his body sensually; Tyler was kneading Sam’s huge cock and balls while Jake worked over his ass. Sam moaned softly as his dick slowly       inflated. In a matter of moments his three foot tall boner was rock hard.
 
“Somehow I don’t feel like this is going to get me clean for long…” Sam commented in between heavy breaths.
 
“Oh, don’t you worry. We’ll take care of that for you.” Tyler replied with a wink. Tyler’s normally gelled up, blond hair was now so completely soaked that it lay flat against his head.  It wasn’t a bad look for him. Certainly better than the look that Jake was sporting; his wild, unmanageable mop of brown hair just clumped together in weird, soggy wads and plastered itself to his head and face making him look like something out of a Japanese horror flick.
 
Sam could feel Tyler’s rock hard boner digging into his own immense shaft and Jake’s raging hard-on sliding back and forth between his cheeks. Sam was already leaking pre as he felt Jake’s and Tyler’s cocks begin to enlarge. In the span of a minute, Jake’s and Tyler’s dicks were so large that Sam was pinned between two person sized dicks.
 
The walk in shower was plenty large for one person and was still pretty manageable with three, but now that there were two giant cocks thrown into the mix, there was barely an inch of wiggle room in the stall. Sam was wedged tightly in between the two pillars of flesh. Jake and Tyler rocked their hips back and forth causing their dicks to rub up and down along Sam’s front and back as the two giant cocks frotted sensually with him stuck in between. He could feel the heat emanating from his friends’ gigantic boners and could even feel an occasionally shudder run down one or both of the massive tools as they slid over his body. Sam panted breathlessly as he continued to be rocked back and forth in such a manner.
 
He could taste the fresh shower water flowing into his open mouth as it rolled off of his skin, but the taste began to change on him. It was slow at first, but soon enough he could definitely make out the bitter, salty taste of pre. The steady waterfall of pre-cum seeping from his buds’ gigantic hard-ons was flowing down their shafts and onto him. Sam was getting thoroughly coated in the slippery substance, which just served to make the sensation even more pleasurable.
 
Sam was enjoying his position as being the third cock in a bizarre, giant frottage. It was strange how tiny and powerless he felt as he was sandwiched between two large dicks that were taller than he was. He could feel his own dick getting even harder and getting closer to erupting as he thought about how exciting and erotic it was to be so small. He quickly shoved the notion from his mind as his senses fogged over. Tyler’s gigantic cock was mashing his own respectable two foot stiffy into his abs as the blond continued to thrust. Sam knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer such sensual grinding.
 
Sam was caught a little by surprise as he felt Jake and Tyler’s bean bag chair sized nuts begin to pull up. In a matter of moments, Sam’s two friends were unleashing a torrent of jizz from their two fleshy volcanoes. The tips of their dicks were already so high off the ground that they were pressed up against the ceiling so when they started cumming, the spunk just sprayed everywhere. Jizz rained down all over Sam in far greater quantities than the water from the showerhead. Pretty soon all three of them were coated in the stuff. Spooge continually seeped into Sam’s mouth as he gasped breathlessly. He couldn’t bring himself to spit any of it out, and instead had to keep swallowing more and more in order to be able to get clean breaths of air.
           
Jake and Tyler still showed no signs of slowing down. Even though they had just creamed the entire shower, their cocks were still quite hard. They continued to grind against each other’s cock with Sam stuck in between. Now that all of them were coated in spunk, the friction from their thrusting caused the layer of jizz coating Sam to foam and froth. It was almost like Sam was being scrubbed clean once again, but these foaming bubbles were nowhere near as effective as the soapy suds from earlier.
 
Sam was barely even aware that the shower seemed to be getting even more cramped than it already was. His wang was now so tightly wedged in between his torso and Tyler’s monstrous dick that it was starting to get a little painful. Yet despite the mild discomfort, it was feeling even more sensitive and pleasant. He wanted to cum so bad by this point, but his dick was smashed between a cock and a hard place. The pressure exerted on it was so much that it was preventing him from blowing his load. He could feel his cock shuddering in futility as it tried to shoot, but his stream just didn’t have the necessary pressure to eject.
 
As the pressure continued to build and build in the base of his cock, he could also feel the pressure pressing down on him and his dick increasing as well. It wasn’t until the tip of his own dick pressed against the side of his face that he realized what was happening. Tyler’s spunk still had all of its old properties. Sam’s cock was now swelling unchecked thanks to his recent dosage.  He was hovering between heaven and hell as the most amazing sensations wracked his body, but he could not do anything to find release. He could feel the spongy tip of his cock twitching violently against the side of his face as it struggled to unload.
 
As Sam’s cock grew and grew, so did the pressure welling up inside. It was only a matter of time before the dam burst, but Sam was beginning to doubt he could keep his sanity that long. His knees had already long since turned to jelly, and he was only able to remain upright because he was pinned in place by the collection of gigantic cocks that filled the stall.
 
Sam let out a load groan that was equal parts sensual moan of pleasure and primal scream of release as the pressure within finally exceeded that of the pressure without. The long, pressurized rope of cum fired out of the tip of his cock like laser. His abs seized up so tightly with each shot that it felt like he had done three hundred sit-ups in the span of five seconds. His stomach muscles were cramping and sore, but the pain paled in comparison to the pure, unbridled ecstasy of release.
 
Jake and Tyler had never heard a sound like the before in their life, definitely not from Sam. Sam was always the quietest of the bunch. He would moan and groan during sex, but it was always soft and rhythmic. The shriek that he had just emitted was so raw and primal that it bordered of feral. For a brief moment there, Jake thought someone must have popped bloodlust. There was so much pure, unfettered sexual desire in that one sound that it sent both Jake and Tyler over the edge all over again.
 
The next hail of spunk from Jake and Tyler was just as messy as the last, but now everything was already well coated in jizz. The new eruptions just added another layer of spunk onto the already saturated landscape. Tyler had just about lost any semblance of rational thought from the continual cumshots, but he could tell the shower was getting even more cramped. With his last bit of willpower he shoved against the door. The glass door swung open, and he spilled out of the stall and onto the soaked floor. There was a good sized gap between the top of the partition and the ceiling of the bathroom, and so large quantities of spooge had already flooded the rest of the bathroom. There was now a few inches of standing jizz flooding the floor.
 
Tyler staggered to his feet and reached back into the now open stall and grabbed Jake’s hand. He pulled hard to free his lover from the steadily tightening confines. Jake popped loose and crashed into Tyler. The two of them looked back at the shower and watched in awe as Sam’s dick continued to grow. Sam’s immense cock had already begun to soften, which was really fortunate, since it had already hit the ceiling. As his cock continued to deflate and grow, it curved backwards until it hit the wall behind him and then arced back down.
 
By the time he was done growing, he filled pretty much every inch of space in the shower stall. His colossal nuts filled out the entirety of the lower third of the stall, and even spilled out through the open doorway a bit. Sam himself was lying vertically, sandwiched between the two halves of his own cock as it rose up in front of him and then did a u-turn and came back down behind him. Sam looked as if his brain had completely shut down from that mind-blowing orgasm. He continued to lie there panting heavily, with his eyes rolled back in his head. He had the biggest, goofiest grin plastered on his pink flushed face.
 
Jake and Tyler exchanged a quick silent nod as they took stock of their friend. He wouldn’t be in any condition to move for a bit, and they had a deadline to meet. Thanks to their little shower three-way they both had to get cleaned up once again. Tyler reached in and fumbled blindly for the dial that controlled the shower head. He had a general idea of where to look, but it was pinned under Sam’s gigantic floppy schlong.  Tyler’s arm was getting tired from having to fight the sheer weight of Sam’s beast by the time he finally found it. He spun the dial all the way to the right to shut it off and then rushed out of the bathroom to catch up with his boyfriend.
 
Tyler made sure to wipe himself off as best he could before following Jake into his mother’s bedroom. He was so glad his mom had already left for an early day at the office, but it still felt weird to be naked in his mom’s room. He practically dashed across the room and into the last remaining shower in the house. Having already trashed the other two, Tyler knew they had to keep it in their pants this time… metaphorically speaking.
 
 
Jake was already in the master shower lathering himself up. Tyler quietly hopped in with him and did the same. They managed to keep things pretty tame this time around; there were a few kisses snuck in and maybe a coiled washrag slap across the ass or two, but the hanky-panky was kept to a bare minimum. It really helped that Tyler was finding it very hard to bone in his mom’s room. When their brief wash down was complete, the two of them rushed back to the guest bath to check on Sam.
 
Sam was in much the same state that they had left him in. The lithe, pale teen was still barely conscious, but he seemed a little more coherent this time; his eyes seemed to lazily follow Jake and Tyler as they approached. “Alright. Down you go.” Tyler said to Sam much the way someone would speak to a frightened cat as they pulled it down from a tree. Once he got his arms around Sam’s chest he then called back to Jake. “Yo. Shrink him down, would ya?”
 
“Way ahead of you.” Jake replied as his eyes glowed blue with psychic energies. Tyler could already feel Sam getting heavier as his perch dwindled out from under him. Sam sleepily muttered something unintelligible as his feet touched the ground and he fell onto Tyler. Sam was a little bit taller than Tyler, but Tyler was well muscled. Sam’s lithe body was hardly difficult for him to hold up. 
 
Jake grabbed a hold of Sam’s legs, and he and Tyler carried Sam over to the master bathroom. Tyler could have carried Sam all by himself easily enough, but that would have meant that Sam’s legs would drag along the carpet as they went; Sam was still so covered in cum that he would have left a slimy trail everywhere he went.
 
The water was still nice and warm from Jake and Tyler’s quick shower just minutes before. As the warm water washed over him and rinsed off the layers of cum that were caked on his pale skin, he began to feel more and more like himself. He was pleasantly surprised at how well behaved Jake and Tyler were this time around, but Sam figured that they probably were running out of bathrooms in the house and couldn’t risk trashing this one too.
 
Sam was only partially correct. While it was true that they were indeed running out of useable showers, the real reason Jake and Tyler were keeping things civil was because they were on a stricter timetable than usual. They had already made a few plans for the day and one of them involved stopping somewhere on their way in for he last day of school.
 
Sam felt like he was being railroaded along as Jake and Tyler set him up with a new toothbrush and some toothpaste and let him finish getting cleaned up. Jake and Tyler were being suspiciously quiet this morning, and any time he pry them for information, Jake would forcibly change the subject before Tyler could accidentally let some key info slip. Sam shrugged it off and went about getting ready for the day. He just wished he had his normal toiletries. Tyler used this weird all natural toothpaste brand that kind of smelled and tasted like spackle, and Sam was finding that his hair was being pretty unmanageable today. He took a quick look at the gel that Tyler used, but he couldn’t bring himself to use it. He hated that hard plasticy feeling that went along with using low budget, industrial strength deck sealant as a hair product.
 
When Sam finished up, he went back over to the spare guest room where Tyler and Jake were waiting for him. They had already set out an outfit for him, complete with a pair of oddly colored and shaped boxer briefs. Sam picked up the briefs and looked at them curiously. They looked a lot like the custom style he had made for them yesterday, but this one was a far different color. The ones he had made were black, but this one was a very pale pinkish beige; it was such a pale shade that they might as well have just been plain white.
 
“We washed them for ya, Sammy!” Tyler chimed in enthusiastically. Sam raised an eyebrow skeptically as he looked up at Tyler. He then looked back at the pair of undies and realized that they were exactly the same size and cut as the pair he made for himself the day before. He studied it for a minute longer. There was no way Jake and Tyler could have made this. Sure, Jake might be able to remember how to set up the template and Tyler could cut out the pieces, but Sam highly doubted either of them knew how to sew them together. It was then that Sam noticed a slight tickle in his nose. It was like he was picking up a faint chemical smell. It was too light to actually smell, but it was enough to make his nostrils itch. Sam hesitantly brought the briefs closer to his nose. He tried to be as discrete as possible as he took a quick whiff, but it’s hard to not look like a creeper when sniffing underwear.
 
Sam gagged a bit from the smell. “What did you do? Soak this in bleach all night?”
 
“Not all night.” Tyler replied casually. It was as if he didn’t even realized how badly he had screwed up. “They were really dirty and a normal wash cycle didn’t seem to do the trick.”
 
That answered that. These were in fact the pair that Sam had made the day before, but they had had all the color bleached right out of them. On the plus side, Sam didn’t mind the color, and they did seem to be remarkably clean now. There did not appear to be a single cum-stain on it, but then again if there was, it would blend in perfectly with the now white fabric. Sam shrugged and slipped the pair of underoos on. He figured that there was only a minor chance of there being enough bleach residue on it to cause any harm to him, and he was starting to miss actually having clothes to wear.
 
Sam looked down at the big, empty pouch in the front of his pants. These underwear were designed to fit someone with a much, much larger cock than he currently had. His two footer would have made pretty much any man alive jealous, but even Sam’s current plus sized dick paled in comparison to the hundreds of feet of dick that all three of them had managed to have before Jake learned to control the power.
 
Sam didn’t have much time to survey the empty pouch before he felt a familiar rush course through his body. Within seconds he could already see his cock pressing against the formerly loose fabric. “Oh, come on. Can’t I just have a normal dick for once.” Sam sighed as his dick fully filled out his briefs.
 
“No can do. See. Everyone else thinks we have a condition. If we suddenly show up with dicks smaller than what we had been flaunting at school the day before, people will start to question us. We’d then have to explain why we were so huge the day before. This way people have to just accept it.” Jake explained calmly. The devious twinkle in his eye undermined his logical reasoning, though. Sam figured there was probably a little truth to what Jake was saying, but what was more likely the case was that Jake just wanted to flaunt his massive junk some more, and that had seemed like the best excuse to keep his cock super sized.
 
Sam begrudgingly sighed and accepted that he would just have to go along with it. He had no control over the size of his dick anymore, and if Jake felt like being capricious psychic sorcerer, then Sam had no choice but to play along.
 
“You know… if we were supposedly still growing, wouldn’t it be weird if we were the same size as yesterday?” Tyler asked with a definite devious tinge to his voice. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes made it doubly clear that he was up to his old games.
 
Sam sighed inwardly as he noticed Jake’s mouth curl upward into an impish smirk. Sure enough, Jake’s eyes blazed blue once more and Sam felt his pouch filling out even more. The fabric strained and stretched against the expanding mass of cock and balls held within. Sam could feel a bit of a draft on his crotch, and a quick glance down revealed why. His pants were now so tightly packed that the waistband was pulling further and further away from him. He had to have a good four or five inches of the base of his monstrous cock exposed already. Sam’s cock was now so large that it was even wider than his waist, and given how long and slim his dick was, that meant it had to be absurdly long. Sam’s nuts were so huge that even though they were being squished down a bit by the fabric, they still rested on the floor and crested at about his hips. Each one nut was far larger than any bean bag chair he had ever seen. He actually considered renting out his junk as a set of exercise balls at the gym. He could make a little money on the side, and let hot muscle jocks climb all over his nuts; what was not to like?
 
His cock draped over his immense nuts and then curled back around. His obscene bulge stretched out a good five or six feet in front of him and was probably about four feet at its thickest point. The only reason his package wasn’t wider than it was long was because his nuts were slightly staggered in their clot confines instead of resting directly side by side. Given the sheer magnitude of his junk, Sam figured he had to have at least twelve feet of dick tucked away in his obscenely overflowing briefs.
 
Jake and Tyler wasted no time in throwing their boxer briefs on as well. Their respective junks swelled up even more than Sam’s did. Tyler always did like to show off a bit, and so it was no surprise when he packed his britches to max capacity and then some. His cock was a bit thicker than Sam’s comparatively speaking, so even though Tyler’s cock probably capped out at ten feet, his shaft was far thicker, and so were his nuts. His briefs were so overly stuffed that the last six inches of the base of his cock hung out and the back side clung to every contour of his sculpted, muscular ass.
 
Jake ended being up larger than the other two by quite a large margin. His simply massive package ignored all pretense of being modest. The fabric was stretched so thin that is had become practically sheer. Every vein and contour of his junk was clearly on display, despite being ostensibly covered. His dick was longer than Sam’s and thicker than Tyler’s, and either of his nuts would probably make a suitable couch for two people to sit on. He had almost a foot of cock exposed between the top of his waistband and the base of his shaft. His exposed bushy batch of brown pubes looked almost comically out of place.
 
Tyler grabbed a few shirts from the pile of clean clothes that he had at the foot of the bed and distributed them among them. Sam was given one that he assumed was one of Tyler’s before the blond hottie had started really bulking at the gym, and given the power rangers motif, Sam assumed that had been quite a few years ago. It fit rather well though. It was a little short, but it fit him snugly without being painfully tight. The thin fabric of the T-shirt clung to his torso tightly and highlighted his small, tightly packed muscles. Sam’s chiseled six pack was clearly visible even with the shirt on.
 
Jake was given a large jersey to wear. It covered him up well enough, and was probably the only thing in Tyler’s closet that could reach down low enough on Jake’s incredibly tall frame. Even so, it only barely reached past Jake’s navel. The sleeveless, shiny blue article of clothing seemed to somehow accentuate just how lanky Jake was.
 
Tyler pulled on a very tight fitting muscle shirt. His shirt was sleeveless too, but it had to opposite effect on him. It accentuated his big, bulging muscles even more. It clung to the contours of his bulging pecs and rippling abs, and seemed to form a around his shoulders to draw even more attention to his impressively jacked arms. The way Tyler’s clothes accentuated his muscular physique seemed somehow hotter and more erotic than if he had been completely nude.
 
“Great! It’s go time!” Tyler clapped his hands together happily as he spoke.
 
“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Sam inquired.
 
“Nah. The books and bags are already in the car from yesterday.” Tyler replied.
 
Sam just fidgeted and cleared his throat while gesturing towards their pants… or lack thereof. “You’re not really going out dressed like that, are you?” Sam finally managed to ask.
 
“Sure we are!” Tyler replied enthusiastically. “We won’t find any pants that fit over out bulges, and these cover everything up well enough, right?”
 
Sam just shook his head in disbelief at what he was hearing. It seemed like his two friends got more and more brazen by the day. The worst part was was that he already knew he was going to go along with it. Sam finally sighed in defeat. “Fine. Let’s just get it over with.”
 
The three of them filed into Jake’s still cum-flecked jeep; the thing had taken a bit of a pounding during the previous night where all three boys had ended up with mountain sized cocks, but it still ran fine. As they set off down the road Sam fished out his backpack and rummaged around inside. He quickly found his cell phone and was surprised to see that the battery was pretty much fully charged. Sam thought this was odd, but didn’t think too much of it. He deftly unlocked the screen and began poking around. He quickly noticed something else odd. He had new texts to and from Lyle. Sam had gotten the cute redhead’s phone number yesterday morning, but had been struggling to work up the nerve to actually text him. Before Sam could investigate further Tyler interrupted him.
 
Sam looked up to see his buff, blond buddy spun around in his seat and beaming proudly at him. “So, as you’ve already heard. Jake and I are having our first legit, official date tonight!”
 
“So I heard. Congratulation.” Sam replied coolly.
 
“Yeah. We already got four tickets for the midnight launch of that movie that Jake wanted to see tonight!”
 
Sam knew exactly what movie Tyler was talking about. All the previews made it look like nothing but a flurry of aliens and explosions. It looked amazingly shitty and stupid, which meant it was probably going to be a lot of fun. “Awesome. I hope you guys have a great ti- did you say four tickets?” Sam’s voice cracked a little at the end as he rapidly shifted from insincere to incredulous.
 
“I did indeed.” Tyler replied with the same smug smile he had had on his face since they had left the house. They were both jostled a bit as Jake pulled a powerslide into a narrow parking spot that would have made the Blues Brothers proud. Sam looked around and quickly realized they weren’t at school. It was far too early for them to be at school anyway, but Jake and Tyler had been rushing him out the door this morning. Now that Sam looked up and saw where they were it was starting to fall into place. They were at the coffee shop down the road, the one that Lyle worked at.
 
Sam suddenly felt very nervous as he turned his phone back on and looked at his new texts.
 
“Dude. You working this morning.” Was the text that ostensibly came from him.
 
“Yeah. 5-11” Came the rely from Lyle.
 
“Perfect.” Was fake Sam’s reply.
 
Sam looked up from his phone to see both Jake and Tyler grinning at him. “We can’t refund the ticket, you know. So you had better ask him out.” Jake commented with an aura of smug satisfaction.
 
“You’ll do fine, Sammy. We’ll be right behind you.” Tyler remarked soothingly. Sam was definitely feeling a bit better knowing his best buds would be there to be his wingman, but he still didn’t like the thought of asking someone out in a crowded room, especially not when his mammoth meat was going to ensure that he was the center of attention.
 
Sam shakily got out of the car and slowly made his way to the coffee shop. He could feel his heart beating in his chest and sweat forming on his skin. He was so nervous that he could barely even feel it as his massive cock smacked into the door. His junk protruded so far out in front of him that his dick had pushed the door open for him long before he got close enough to place a hand on the door. His nuts were a bit too thick for the doorway so he had slowly squeeze his way through. The slight pressure from smooshing his balls through the entryway was fairly pleasant, but there was enough force there that he could tell if he had tried to push his way through too fast he’d be in a world of hurt.
 
Before he knew it, he was standing at the counter waiting to order. The entire process of walking through the store had been a complete blur to him. Sam had to stand sideways at the counter in order to get close. His monstrous wang was currently pointed off to the side, completely blocking any and all access to the little cooler where the deli sandwiches were kept, but it was far too early for anyone to care about buying some of those anyway.
 
As luck would have it, the person to come take his order was none other than Lyle himself. Although, it really wouldn’t be considered luck at all, since the moment the tall redhead saw Sam enter, he made sure to swap tasks with someone else so he could man the register. Now that they were face to face, Sam found that he had forgotten what he had come there to talk about. He had apparently forgotten how to talk altogether for that matter.
 
The next thing Sam knew, Tyler was whispering in his ear. “Movie. Ask him.”
 
Sam nodded slowly and worked of forcing the words out. “Movie.” He blurted out awkwardly. “I mean. Tonight. At midnight. There’s a midnight release for a new movie. I mean, of course a midnight release is at midnight, but I was wondering if you wanted to come… please?” Sam slowly muddled his way through his sentence, which would have been absolutely endearing and adorable in its own right, but the soulful, heartfelt please at the end was the real deal-sealer. There was a collective “awwww” from just about every man, woman, and child in the shop that morning.
 
Lyle grimaced a bit. “I open tomorrow morning…”
 
“So?” Tyler cut in. “You’ll have plenty of time after you get off today. Just power slam some Nyquil and sleep from noon to eleven, and you’ll be fine for the rest of the night.”
 
“I have shoots after work today, though.” Lyle furrowed his brow as he replied. He really wanted to go, but he had so much riding on his session today; he just couldn’t risk screwing that up.
 
“Oh for Christ’s sake.” A dark haired, middle aged woman behind the counter sighed in exasperation. “Jenkins! Are you free to work tomorrow?”
 
“Uh. Sure.” Came the reply from the twenty something girl who was working the cappuccino machine.
 
“Great. Be in at five.” The shift manager replied. “Now stop making excuses and have fun for once.” She said to Lyle.
 
“Right!” Then he turned back to Sam. “So… what time should we meet up?”
 
“We’ll be at the theater at about eleven. You can meet us there whenever.” Tyler cut in again.
 
As Lyle and Sam awkwardly stammered out the last few details, the manager turned to Tyler and sighed. “I swear, some guys need a push in the right direction, but others need to be picked up and hurled.”
 
“Tell me about it.” Tyler agreed as he rolled his eyes