Logan Stevens and Casey Everett (UR P3)

Oh, I've had better, I've had worse.

Ha, said the same thing about the last guy I fucked.

Ha, actually, I think I'd rather take a so-so day at work over a mediocre fuck any day.

That makes two Lula's.

Shit, make it three. I hate when I get a lame dick. Nobody likes a lame dick.

Ha, alright, I gotta go see Casey.

Hey, man, you just got here. You wanna chill with us for a little while?

I don't know, he needs help with like a bookshelf or something.

I needed to keep it vague. I didn't want to tell them that I'd jump at any excuse to see my mother's youngest stepson.

We'd all known Casey for a while, and because of the age difference, when he came along, he called us "uncle."

We weren't his uncles, but I didn't mind at the time.

Then he got older, and I didn't like it so much.

Well, I hope it goes quickly.

I hope it doesn't.

So how's it going? How's school? How's your move?

Eh, school's school.

Boy, the depth of that response.

Right?

I knew he didn't need help with a shelf. He could handle that on his own.

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