Pull Them Down
“Hurry up, pull them down. Fuck!”
“Be quiet.” Peter didn’t give him a second to complain before pushing him on the couch.
The door to the rectory opened and he saw his parents surprised faces. Oh, God. What now? he though before bracing his arms on the couch’s top to make it easier for Peter to pull the pants down.
“You guys couldn’t wait? The pastor’s outside waiting for you both” his dad said.
“Come on, dad. I spilled my coffee and Peter is trying to get my pants off before my bits get burn to hell. Casted wrists, remember?”
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