dayvon pov
I woke up, eyes fluttering open as I did that lil morning stretch that always gets a nigga right
soon my mind was flooded with what happened last night
"fuck dayday" he spoke with his eyes closed and his lip between his teeth. we went over to the bed and laid down, our lips never moving from the others.
I pulled down his pants and shirt leaving him in only his boxers which I took off as well. I took of my boxers and stared at his dick, it was pretty lengthy and thick with a pink tip.
" you trust me?" I said as he nodded his head
I got on top of him sitting in his lap as I grabbed both of our dicks and spit down on em earning a groan from durk.
I can't believe I did that with durk, my best friend why tf did I do that?!? i can't be no fag ass nigga?!
especially in my industry, niggas will never let me live it down and I can't let durk go through that, what tf I'm gon do....
soon I heard ruffling on the other side of me, durk. I forgot he was here fuck.
then I saw that he was naked still and his dick was hard so I quickly looked away not wanting a repeat of last night, well kinda
" wassup day" durk said smiling
" yo" I dryley replied while scrolling on my phone to distract myself
he scrunched his face up looking at me confused as to why I was acting like that until he remembered what happened last night
"oh yea about last-"bye spoke before I cute him off
"ion wanna talk bout it" I spoke dryley once again while getting up and going to the bathroom
he quickly got up and put on his boxers and spoke out
" wtf you mean foe ??"
" I mean what tf I said durk" I said coming out the bathroom
" why you acting like dat?? remember YOU da one dat kissed me" he spoke kinda yelling
" ion rlly care bruh I regret that shit like fuck durk Ion even look at you that way, must've been drunk out my mind" I spoke laughing
he just looked at me sad and disappointed
" dayvon you really fucked up. I never asked you to kiss me or do nun of that shit. and you just sitting up hea laughing shit ain't funny fuck you bruh" he spoke putting on the rest of his clothes and shaking his head
" how I'm fucked up? cuz ion wanna talk bout it nigga?" I scoffed " like I said I regret it, everything. I ain't no faggot and I never will be, get that through yo head"
" so what you trynna say dayvon? that imma faggot? you da one who grabbed my dick"
" I was of the liquor! ion know what you don't get ain't nobody wanna touch yo faggot ass",
soon a punch came to my face I quickly reacted throwing body shots to durk. I tackled him and got on top of him trying to pin him down but he flipped me over and started punching my shit, I pushed him off he and put him in a chokehold so that he couldn't move
I let him go and pushed him while breathing heavy
then I heard him let a laugh, one filled with pain.
" damn dayvon, y-you really think I'm a faggot? I ain't done none but good to you, nigga I bailed YOU out ME. no other bitch cared to check on you but me. I put YOU in that studio, I put YOU on MY record label, but I'm a faggot aight nigga" he spoke with tears filling his eyes as he opened my door and walked out.
he was right he done just as much for me as I did for him he ain't a faggot but I was just mad, not necessarily at him but the fact he was the reason I did that shit and that I actually like it. it scares me what would niggas think, would they think I'm a faggot?
he made me feel so loved and so small, submissive but not too submissive. nobody ever made me feel that way so i reacted in a way any nigga would, but not to durk I shouldn't have said that shit to him cuz it ain't true.
I gotta apologize...
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