My Friend, The Slut

II

It's been about three days since Christian took the video of Devon fucking Cassie.
At sly moments he caught himself thinking about it even considering for a few hours if he was into cuckhold.
Everytime he thought about Devon, he masturbated to it.
For the past three days at work Devon's even been watching the video on his spare time.
Devon took out his phone, his boss wasn't in today so he had an opportunity to take a longer than usual break.
There isn't much to do is his job anyway.
Am i gay quiz. I mean the obvious answer should be yes if you have have to ask Chrome.
Christian thought back to his memories he couldn't remember being gay.
He would always catch a glimpse of a guys ass walking in front of him but, who doesn't anyway? They're in front of you, how could you not.
Crystal, Briana, Savine, Tiana, Hannah, Aysia, Jezebelle, Morgan, Isabelle, Frenchie, Elaina... Jessica... Naomi... Beatrice... Sarah... Ana... the list kept going.
Why was he so obsessed with Devon he thought to himself.
The sound of the text of his phone made him come back to the store he was working in.
He looked at the customers in the mall walk bye and decided to take his break.
"Oh fuck." He said aloud, as he remeber he didn't read the message.

DEVON: imma be home late made plans. leave door open don't have my key.

CHRISTIAN: ight.
Can't believe you flagged.
I have no smoking buddy 🤬.

DEVON: Are you gonna be up around 1am?

CHRISTIAN: probably not.

Chris felt himself getting heated. He didn't want Devon going out being a whore fucking other people.
He wanted Devon where he could see him: At smoke smoking with him.
Then the idea of Devon having sex with some random bitch he never met popped into his head.
He got even more angry but, slightly turned on. That's what Christian always found inticing about Devon, the way he was so independent, put himself first, his flare for dramatiscm and theater and one thing about Devon he knew how to get attention. A thought came into Christian's mind "play his game."
He took out his phone to send another message.

CHRISTIAN: aye

DEVON: yo ?

CHRISTIAN: Bro date on friday night ?

DEVON: yeah

CHRISTIAN: seriously, just us

DEVON: bet