After the shower, I picked through some clothes deciding on plain white v-neck and black jeans. Just as Grant always did in the past, I struggled to push my dick down the leg of my jeans. I recalled the time he'd tried skinny leg jeans; it was obscene.
I fixed my hair and finished the chores my parents had asked of me. In the lounge, I relaxed on a large couch and flicked through the sports channels.
On Grant's phone I tapped out a message to Chris. **Ok to come over??**
Few moments later a reply came through. **Yup, mom says dad will be away for a week.**
**Sweet, be over soon. Got a plan for the weekend.**