“Hey Brado, are you still with me?” Olan asked. Brad lifted his head and locked his gaze with his. “I said I think I know something that might help… the pain, I mean. As much as I wish it did, alcohol doesn’t solve everything.” “Oh.” Brad replied. “What do you have in mind?” “It sounds strange, but it works. I’d have to give you your privacy though… I can’t imagine you’d want me watching.” “What on earth are you talking about?” “I’m talking orgasms, Brad. You still got your other arm, right? You should be able to knock yourself out and go right to sleep.” Brad narrowed his brows in disgust. “…I don’t do that.” “Do what?” “…That.” “Jerking off? I find that hard to believe.” Olan blinked. “Every guy I know jerks off. I do it before going to bed.”
“Maybe I’m not like every guy then.” “Hey, I don’t mean to offend. You’re just the first one I know who uh… doesn’t masturbate. Are you religious or something?” “Not really. I just…” Brad sighed, and the shadows over his eyes darkened. “I don’t see the point. I never got pleasure from it.” “…Damn. Well there goes my other suggestion. Gone completely out the window.” “What were you going to suggest?” “I was going to offer sex with you to help you cum, but since you don’t like jacking off, I can’t do anything about that.”
Guess what, Brad! You’re in the plot of a porno. 😮 #bradolan
