Coming Out of My Shell

I’m shy as fuck. I know...its REALLY hard to believe that a guy like me can be so shy, but I am. I’m so shy its scary. I’ve always been this way...ever since I was a little gay boy trying to navigate my way through this big gay world. I have to be drunk to approach another dude at the club. Ok maybe not drunk...but tipsy. I don’t like rejection, so I just stay to myself. Unless I got liquor in my system...then I really don’t give a fuck. Yeah...that’s stupid. By refusing to step out of my comfort zone I’m missing out on a lotta things. I mean who knows, Bow Wow might be tryna hit me up, but I’m gonna miss out because I’m all shy and shyt. Then again, he has that “baby” (I wanna see a paternity test, remind me to call Maury) so that’s probably not gonna happen. But that’s not the point. I’m too old to be this damn shy...and I’m cute as hell with a decent lil body (I’m workin on it, even though I haven’t been to the gym in 3 weeks. Don’t judge me) so I shouldn’t have any problems. Niggas should be flocking in my direction...they should be on my dick like a fat hoe on a Whopper. On my ass like Eddie Long at a high school freshmen orientation. Ok, maybe that was a bit much. 

This is part of a deeper issue. I think many of us GAYS have self esteem issues, whether we wanna admit it or not. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’m ugly by ANY means, and you wouldn’t either if you ever saw me (I promise I’m not conceited). But everyone thinks they have a flaw that stands out whenever they are in a crowd. Maybe they think they are too skinny...or too fat...or they don’t have enough booty...or whatever. We always see other men that seem to get whatever they want in this lifestlyle, and that makes us step back. Makes us feel slightly inadequate. Emphasis on the word SLIGHTLY. 

But it really shouldn’t matter. Life is about seeing what you want and going after it, no matter what it takes. Don’t worry about the consequences...just go for it. Just do it...just make it happen. And if a bitch don’t like it they can suck my dangalang. 

Ugh...I’m starting to ramble and I forgot my original point. Something about being shy...seriously though I gotta step out of the box. Fuck what someone else thinks....

*raises glass*

Cheers to all the shy niggas! We will eventually overcome that nonsense and run the world. 

Niggaz...

The gay world is filled with good guys and bad guys. For the last seven years of my gay life I’ve been the good guy...the one who takes a lotta unnecessary shit from triflin ass niggas. And how has that worked out for me? Well let’s see...

My first boyfriend cheated on me with his “best friend”. I forgave him and stayed in the relationship only for him to keep cheating on me with half the gays in this washed up ass Bayou City. But when I cheated on him it was a problem...

My second boyfriend did the same thing, although he was a little more sneaky about it.

And the trend continued for the next few years. Maybe its me...maybe something about me is attracting triflin ass lowlife dogass niggas. Nahhhh, I don’t think that’s it. Maybe ALL dudes are triflin ass lowlife dogass muthafuckin niggas. Yeah...that’s it. I’ve been a nice guy for too long and quite frankly I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being walked all over and taken advantage of. I’m sick of doing the right thing. I’m sick and muthafuckinme tired of calling and texting when I’m supposed to and giving a fuck about what the other person has to say, only to have the shit blow up in my face.

Well it stops now. No more Mr. Nice Guy (corny ass cliche, I know). Really though, I’m about to be a dogass muthafuckin nigga, just like the rest of these triflin manwhores walking the streets. Why should I give a fuck about anybodys feelings? Why should I care about what anyone else thinks when clearly the gay male species is only after one thing? EXACTLY...I shouldn’t. And I don’t. I really could care less about a niggas feelings right now and that’s the way its gonna be. I have made some selfish decisions before, but I somewhat cared about how the other person might feel. That shit is out the window now...fuck you AND your raggedy ass feelings because quite frankly I don’t give a flying fuck about you or what you are going through. As long as I get a nut I’m good...yup, that’s just the way it is.

Wait, lemme slow down a little bit. Almost had a Waiting to Exhale/Two Can Play That Game moment. All guys aren’t THAT bad. Hold up...yes they are. I’ve come to the conclusion that guys are good for one thing and ONE thing only. Why should I waste my time getting to know someone when we all have ONE common goal in mind? And why should I care about somebody else’s “feelings” when there’s only one true FEELING that’s worth caring about?

The funny thing is this: I’m really not that type of person. I usually care about other people’s feelings but I guess I gotta find a way to not give a fuck. This should be fun...

Love & Football: Chapter 5

Demarcus sat in the hospital room as his boyfriend laid next to him, recovering from the injuries he sustained during their fight. He always had a feeling that Darius and Corey were messing around, and he snapped when he finally caught them in the act. Corey ended up with two cracked ribs and a black eye. Darius kept calling him, trying to explain the situation, but he didn’t wanna hear anything that he had to say. He had been betrayed, and he was angry. He wanted revenge. He was usually calm and laid back, but this situation brought out the ugliest anger and made him react in a dangerous way. He looked at his boyfriends near lifeless face. His eyes were closed and his hands were cold. How could he be so violent? His boyfriend betrayed him, but he didn’t deserve to be beaten. What would happen if he called the police? What would happen to his NFL career?

Meanwhile, Darius was sitting in his hotel room trying to reach Demarcus. He called several times and sent dozens of text messages, all with no response. He was sorry for fucking around with Corey, but Demarcus had no right to be mad since he was doing his own thing. He tried calling again, and suprisingly got an answer.

Yo...we need to talk

Nigga we aint got shit to talk about. You fucked my dude...point blank period.

It aint even like that...lets meet up somewhere.

They met at a bar down the street from the hotel.

What you gotta say?

I’m sorry...

You sorry? Fuck you...

They tried to talk about the situation, but after they each guzzled five Coronas, they ended up half naked in Darius’ hotel room. Demarcus tried to behave, but he couldn’t resist Darius in his black and yellow American Eagle boxer briefs with his toned body and juicy ass. He licked his lips as he leaned in and kissed him. He could taste the sweetness of his breath and smell the Givenchy on his body. He knew his actions were wrong, but he didn’t care. He wanted revenge. He wanted Corey to feel the pain that he was feeling, and he wanted to punish Darius for fucking around with Corey.

Darius looked at Demarcus as he sucked on his nipple and worked his tongue down his stomach.  He always had a crush on him but was jealous of the relationship that he had with Corey. He continued working his tongue down Demarcus’ navel until he reached his manhood. He was already leaking with precum as he teased the head with his tongue.

Damn nigga

You like that shit?
Hell yea

Darius took the dick in his mouth and bobbed his head as he slurped with pleasure. Demarcus moaned and enjoyed the sound of Darius slurping and slopping on his manhood. He looked down and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his dick further down his throat.

Damn baby...

Demarcus pulled out of his mouth and jacked off until he released his warm reward on Darius’ face. He gave him a smirk as he grabbed a towel and cleaned up. He tossed the towel to Darius and began putting on his clothes. He planned on fucking his brains out, but decided that nutting in his face was enough revenge, for now. He thought about the future and his relationship with Corey. He decided to put this situation in the past and try to work things out. He loved Corey and would do everything he could to make the relationship work.

Corey healed a few weeks later and things were slightly returning to normal. Demarcus & Darius finished their unfinished business, and as far as Corey was concerned they were even. 

Love & Football: Chapter 4

Corey liked sneaking around. He liked the thrill of possibly getting caught and dealing with the consequences. It made fucking around with his boyfriends teammate so much more exciting. Besides, he knew that Demarcus was fucking with other dudes in Chicago, so it really didn’t matter. The thought of getting caught was scary at first, but it became more exciting as the relationship continued.

He sat in the stadium watching his boyfriend and the Chicago Bears against the New Orleans Saints with the other players wives/girlfriends wearing a pair of grey jeans, white shirt, and a black and grey vest. He was pretending to be a cousin of one of the wide receivers so he didn’t seem out of place. He stayed low key and watched his boyfriend and his fuck buddy on the field, although he was caught up in his thoughts and not paying attention to the game.

His relationship with Darius was complicated. They had true feelings for each other, but he was with Demarcus and Darius wasn’t ready to settle down. He flew to LSU every few weeks to handle his needs when Demarcus couldn’t, and he ALWAYS made sure his bank account was full.

At first Darius felt bad for fucking with his teammates dude. After all it was WRONG. It aint like he was a groupie/fan/hoe...Demarcus and Corey had been together for a MINUTE. Then he started to see the way Demarcus treated him. Things were good most of the time, but Demarcus didn’t always give him the attention that he deserved, and he was always fuckin around with other people, when Corey tried his best to remain faithful in Louisiana (except when he was in town).

They didn’t even fuck the first night they met because Darius respected him too much for that. He invited him to his hotel room to chill before he left town the next day. He showed up wearing a pair of grey basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with some Jordans. He stared into his eyes and they talked all night about everything from sports to relationships. They trusted each other. A few weeks later, Corey invited him to LSU and they fucked for the first time. Corey’s ass was always wet and tight, and Darius had the dick of a CHAMPION. It was better than his boyfriend.

The screaming wives and groupie-hoes interrupted Corey’s thoughts. His boyfriend scored a touchdown. He rolled his eyes and gave a half ass clap as the team set up for a field goal. They were winning 27-14 with 6 minutes left in the 4th quarter. The game was pretty much over, so he decided to leave even though he promised to meet Demarcus after the game. Fuck that nigga...

He made the mile walk from the Superdome to his hotel near the French Quarter. It was a beautiful, clear day and the streets were filled with angry Saints fans, mad their team lost to his boyfriends Bears. His phone rang as he opened the door to his room.

“What nigga?”

“What happened? Where you at?”

“My room...”

“I told you to meet me after the game. What tha fuck?”

“Aye...watch how you handle me”

Corey wasn’t about to argue. He hung up the phone and sat on the bed with his head in his hands. He picked up his phone and texted Darius. He wanted to see him before they left. 

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Demarcus was pissed. 

“The fuck wrong wit you?” Darius asked

“Nothin”

Darius grinned. He knew something was wrong between him and Corey, but he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t let the secret slip out. His phone buzzed with a text from Corey

Come see me...

He knew what that meant...Corey wanted the dick. He started smiling as he typed his reply

I’m on my way

“What you grinnin for?” Demarcus asked.

“Nothin...I’m good”

An hour later he knocked on Corey’s door. He answered wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a wife beater. He smiled as he let him in.

“Hey papi”

“Wassup baby”

Darius instantly got hard. He bit his bottom lip as he followed Corey to the bed. The held hands and looked into each others eyes

“This is dangerous”

“I know...but I don’t care. Fuck Demarcus...”

“I know but...”

Corey was tired of the conversation. He leaned over and started sucking on Darius’ neck, and then sucked his earlobe.

“Damn...”

Darius took his shirt off and revealed his perfectly sculpted body. Corey sucked on his right nipple first, then his left one before  moving down his rigid abs and playing with his belly button. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his manhood, already leaking precum. He kissed and teased the head before swallowing all eleven inches.

“Damn baby...”

Darius moaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head while Corey pleased him. He was ready to FUCK. He got up and got a condom from his pocket. Corey was on his hands and knees as Darius slowly put his manhood in, inch by inch.

“U like this dick nigga?”

“Yea papi”

“What???”

“Yea papi”

He slid his dick in and out of Corey’s tight hole and gripped his waist as he gave him all 11 inches. Corey took it like a pro

“Damn nigga...”

Darius pulled his dick out and stroked until he nutted on Corey’s chest. They laid in each others arms, enjoying each others company and the scent of the sex in the air until someone knocked on the door. Corey grabbed a towel and cleaned up. He looked through the peephole and saw his boyfriend standing in the hallway.

Joel (Part 2)

This nigga must think I’m stupid...or blind. Or both...

I had been fuckin around with Joel for about three months, but I still had a boyfriend. I like to have my cake and eat it too. Besides, my boyfriend didn’t give a fuck about me, so I did as I pleased. Fuck his feelings. Joel and I kinda had a special relationship. He even told me he loved me a few times. I didn’t believe that shit though. Niggas lie.

I ignored the used condom on his windowsill. And I ignored the bottle of lube that kept getting lower and lower (I always brought my own lube to his crib). I knew he was fucking around with other dudes, but I didn’t care. After all, we weren’t OFFICIALLY together. I was just tagging that ass whenever I had a free moment. 

He didn’t have to lie about it though.

“Who you fuckin?” I asked one night after I finished pounding his ass into the wall

“Nobody bae...just you”

I gave him my ‘Nigga you lying...you full of shit’ look.

Then he said: “Really bae. You know I love you”

I raised my eyebrow

“Nigga really?”

“Really. You my heart”

I started to give him the ‘bitch-boo-bye’ routine and go home. We already fucked (twice) so why was I still there? I mean, his ass was good but it wasn’t THAT damn good. It was good enough to pay his (Cricket) cell phone bill, but not his car note. Or his insurance for that matter. I decided to take a deep breath and not press the issue. Fuck him...he wasn’t worth me getting my pressure all up. You know high blood pressure runs rampant among black folk, and I’m much too young to be sitting in somebody’s hospital bed with tubes and IVs and shit running through my body. Too cute for that...

So I grabbed his laptop, intending to kill some time before going home. He got mad.

“What you doin?” he asked, with a little attitude.

I started to pop his ass, but I realized that it wasn’t my house, nor was it my computer, so I really had NO room to get upset and beat his ass.

“Jus checkin my Facebook. Is that cool with you?”

“Hell naw”

He reached over and tried to take the computer away from me but I pulled it out of his reach.

“You hiding something?”

He got mad and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the laptop and BAM. His BGC page was right there in front of me. He had 20 messages. Not only was he a hoe, but he was a dumb hoe. A smart hoe woulda had that computer LOCKED. I sat there and tried to figure out how to play this situation. I had three options:

Option 1: Play it cool. I already fucked him several times over the last few months and he was calling/texting me multiple times each day begging for the dick.

Option 2: Beat his ass for trying to play me like an X-Box

Option 3: Invite one of his BGC buddies over for a lil wham bam

I decided to pick option 3. I replied to a message from PAPITHUG347 (lame cliche ass name). We did the usual back and forth shit until we finally got to the nitty gritty. PAPI agreed to come over in an hour. Joel came out of the bathroom as I was putting his laptop away.

“Damn...what took you so long?”

“I was getting ready for YOU”

“Nigga please...”

45 minutes later I started getting nervous. What if dude didn’t show up? Or what if he texted Joel? I didn’t even know what I was gonna do when the dude got there. 3 Some? Fight? I would figure it out when the time came. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

“You expectin company?” I asked with a slick grin on my face

He rolled his eyes and answered the door. His jaw damn near hit the floor when he saw PAPI. I couldn’t help but laugh...the shit was funny. He quickly shut the door in his face and ran back to me.

“You ight?” I asked.

“Yea...I’m good”

He was  nervous as hell so I decided to answer the door and let the man in, because its hella rude to leave people standing at your front door. PAPI was actually sexier in person. He was 6’1 with a bangin body, nice ass, and all the shit that gays go for. I explained the situation to him. Turns out Joel was feeding PAPI the same ‘I love you I can’t wait to be with you’ shit he was giving me. Our first instinct was to beat his ass, but we decided to be a little more civil about the situation, so we left and went back to his place and had our own little revenge fuck session. Niggas aint nothin but hoes...

Joel (Part 1 of 2)

Depressed.

That’s how he felt as he looked out the window at the first snowfall of the season. The snow was light and free, a feeling he longed for. Lately he had been feeling lonely, and he can’t understand why. He has everything. He is one of the most successful photographers in the country, he owns condos in New York, Atlanta, and Miami, and he has enough money to buy whatever he wants. He lives a glamorous life of luxury and privilege, building an empire at the age of 25 and he spends his free time with his best friends, Chad and Marcus. Chad is a successful rapper and Marcus is a model.

His boyfriend grabbed him by the waist, interrupting his thoughts.

“I’m going to work”

“Ok”

He kissed him lightly on the lips before he grabbed his briefcase and walked out the door. He was an English professor at NYU and he was very busy with the end of the semester approaching. He was always tutoring students, or sponsoring some type of event. He was tired of eating dinner alone and falling asleep on the couch waiting for his lover to come home from work. There was no passion in their life...even the goodbye kiss felt dull and mundane.

He stared at the snowfall and looked at the beautiful city of New York in the background. It was definitely a magical place where any dream could come true. He decided to move there from his hometown of Dallas because he knew there were more opportunities for him as a photographer and he wanted to be successful.

He walked across the dark brown hardwood floors to his office. The walls were lined with pictures of the various models and celebrities he had shot over the last few years. These photos were the cause of many arguments between him and his boyfriend. His boyfriend never understood why he wanted to be a photographer, and he wasn’t very supportive. He was also jealous of many of the models and often accused him of cheating although he never touched any of his models sexually.

He sat in front of his 27inch iMac and logged into his Facebook account, greeted by 40 new messages and 67 friend requests. Usually he ignored all requests. He thought boys were stupid, and the only reason he had so many messages and requests was because of his shirtless profile picture. His body was banging and he didn’t mind showing it off to the world, since he worked so hard to achieve it. One particular request caught his attention. He was a cute Dominican named Joel Ortega. He had beautiful, exotic light brown eyes, thin lips, and a toned athletic body. He quickly accepted the friend request, then opened Photoshop to begin editing pictures from his last photo shoot. Joel sent him a message a few minutes later.

Thanks for the add sexy. I can’t wait to get to know you...

They began messaging each other back and forth, before Joel gave him his number and they began texting. Something about him made him smile, and he agreed to meet him for drinks later. Nothing wrong with a little friendship, right? They met at 4:00 at a bar down the street from his house. Joel was built like a model, 6’2 165 with a strong jawbone and his wardrobe was flawless. They were both shy at first, but they began to loosen up after the third drink. They started laughing and flirting. It was the first time he smiled in months but he didn’t want to send the wrong message. They were both in relationships and made it clear that they didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the future with their lovers.

“So am I gonna get a kiss?”

Joel’s question caught him off guard, but he had the sweetest puppy dog look in his eyes. It was type of look that you couldn’t say no to. The type of look that meant trouble. He followed him to his apartment a few blocks from the bar. His knew he was walking down a potentially harmful path, but he didn’t care. His dick was rock hard, and the outline of Joel’s bubble cakes wasn’t helping. He just asked for a kiss...nothing wrong with a friendly kiss on the cheek, right?

They arrived at Joel’s apartment a few minutes later. He called his boyfriend to see if he was ok, but there was no answer. Typical. He got angry as he slipped his iPhone in his pocket and followed Joel to the third floor. The apartment was small, but nicely decorated and comfortable.  He sat on the couch as Joel offered him a drink. He sat next to him and they started watching TV. Temptation finally got the best of him and he reached over and kissed Joel’s soft lips. He grabbed his waist and they kissed passionately until they were out of breath. They stumbled into the bedroom, taking off their clothes piece by piece until they were naked in Joel’s bed. Joel kissed his neck, then moved his tongue across his chest and abs until he found his rock hard 10 inch manhood. He teased it for a while before swallowing the entire thing in his mouth. He slurped and slobbered, enjoying the taste of the dick like it was his last meal. He noticed a fresh box of condoms on the dresser. Against his better judgement he walked over and pulled a gold wrapped Magnum out of the box.

“Wait...we can’t do this. Its wrong” Joel said as he laid back on the bed and pulled him closer. He unwrapped the condom and slid it over his throbbing erection. Moments later he was pounding Joel’s ass into ecstasy. The sound of the headboard banging against the wall was nothing compared to the moans and screams of passion coming from Joel.

“Damn baby...work that dick...work it baby”

“You like this nigga?”

He flipped Joel on his hands and knees and gripped his slim waist as he continued grunting pounding his cakes, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

“Damn”

After they showered he checked his phone to see if his boyfriend returned his call, or sent a text message. He had two missed calls and several text message, but none from his boyfriend. Fuck it...he was over the situation as he laid in Joel’s bed contemplating his next move.

Love & Football: Chapter 3

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The time was finally here. Demarcus was in town for his game against the Saints and Corey had to make sure that everything was perfect. He got a fresh haircut and was cruising through the mall searching for the perfect outfit to wear to the Bears/Saints game because he wanted to look sexy for his boyfriend. He knew they wouldn’t be able to spend that much time together, but Demarcus got a room for him in the same hotel the team was staying in and he hoped he had a romantic evening planned for them that would be capped off with a mind blowing, nail biting lovemaking session. Corey’s mouth watered at the thought of his boyfriend pounding his brains out and taking control of his body.

He bought some black American Eagle boxer briefs, one of Demarcus’ turn ons. Then he went to Zara and picked out the perfect outfit: A black cut out hooded jacket with a gray and black striped t shirt, black jeans, and black Polo boots. When he finally arrived at his room in the Sheraton New Orleans on Canal Street a, he saw a note on the bed along with two tickets to the Sunday night game.

Can’t wait to see you baby

Love, Demarcus

He smiled. He couldn’t wait to see his baby later that night.

Meanwhile, Demarcus was preparing for the biggest game of his career. He needed to remain focused and couldn’t afford any distractions from Darius, Greg, or anyone else. He was excited about spending time with Corey, but first he had to prepare for the Saints defense, which is one of the best in the league. He had one day before the game and he sat in his hotel room reviewing plays after a brutal practice session. 

His phone rang...the caller ID said DARIUS

“Yo”

“Get dressed...we goin to a party”

“Damn...again?”

“Yup”

“Nah...I’m chillin wit my baby tonight”

“Baby?”

Demarcus just made a mistake. Nobody on the team knew about Corey and he intended to keep it that way.

“What you talkin about?”

Demarcus didn’t like Darius’ tone. He was too nosy and he wasn’t sure if he could trust him yet.

“Uhhh...nothin. I gotta go”

Demarcus hung up the phone and called Corey. He smiled when he heard his voice.

“You ready baby?”

“Yes”

“Ok...I’m on my way up”

He hung up the phone. Darius called him again, but he pressed ignore as he walked out of his room and headed toward the elevator.

Upstairs, in room 1403, Corey was waiting for Demarcus wearing black boxer briefts and a wife beater. He made sure everything in the room was clean and straight. His body was smooth and shaven, he had a fresh haircut, and he was wearing Chanel cologne.

Meanwhile, Darius followed Demarcus as he walked down the hall to the elevator.

“Tha fuck you doin?” he asked

“Don’t worry about it...mind ya business”

“Awww...you goin to see yo baby?”

“Fuck you...stay outta this!”

“Ok...”

Demarcus brushed him off and stepped inside the elevator. The doors opened on the 14th floor and he walked down the hall to Corey’s room. He slid the key in the door and opened it as it clicked. His dick got rock hard when he saw him laying in the bed in those tight black boxer briefs that showed off his beautiful, muscle toned ass.

“Damn baby...I’m bout to rip those off of you”

Corey smiled

“Is that right?”

“Oh you playin!”

Demarcus felt something wasn’t right as he looked around the room, but he couldn’t grasp what it was. He walked around the room, inspecting the bathroom, mini bar, bed, and trash can.

“What’s wrong bae”

“Nothing...just making sure everything is right for you”

He smiled and took of his shirt

“Im bout to fuck da shit outta you”

“Oh really?”

Demarcus grabbed Corey’s waist and kissed him on the neck. Their bodies were in sync as they slid out of their clothes and moved to the bed. They kissed and caressed each other, getting hotter with each passionate movement. Demarcus flipped Corey onto his stomach and teased his ass with his hard dick.

“You ready for this?”

“Mmm...yea daddy” he whispered as Demarcus nibbled on his ear

He kissed his neck and moved his tongue down his spine and kissed his waist, then fingered and licked his cakes until he was wet and loose. He pulled a Magnum and a bottle of WET Platinum from the drawer, lubed up, and slipped the head in. Corey flinched, and then relaxed and let Demarcus take control.

“Damn baby...you tight”

He kissed him passionately as he slowly put the rest of his manhood into his tight hole. He started grinding slowly, so Corey could get used to the feeling. Corey started moaning and grinding against him as the pain turned into beautiful pleasure.

“Damn daddy”

He started stroking faster and faster. He got agressive, smacking his ass and grabbing his neck. The bed was shaking and Corey started moaning louder and louder as his lover grunted and sweated behind him. .

“Yea nigga...u like this dick?”

Corey couldn’t say say anything, he just bit his lip and moaned as his boyfriend pounded him from behind. He grabbed his waist and his body began tingling as they both climaxed. Demarcus held him in his arms and they stared into each others eyes, not wanting the moment to end.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

They fell asleep in each others arms and Demarcus left early the next morning. There was a knock on his door about an hour later. Corey put on a pair of grey basketball shorts and answered the door. It was Demarcus’ teammate Darius.

“You good?”

Corey smiled

“Yeah, I’m good”

“Does ya boi know anything?’

“Nah...”

“Good...keep it that way”

Darius kissed him and handed him $1000 and left.