Tim woke up and smiled. "Good morning, Jon," he said, while rubbing his hand along Jon's "member".
Totally disgusted, Jon lept out of bed. He looked down and saw that he had an erection and covered himself.
What is wrong with me? he thought to himself.
"What's wrong, Jon? You seem a little jumpy this morning. Come back into bed. I'll make you feel really gooood."
"No way! This is sick."
"Huh?" Tim was clearly confused.
What did I wish for last night?
