This story is third installment about a group of young men growing up in the fictional town of Freeport, NC, that all have unique- very unique relationships with each other. There was/is a lot of experimenting with one another and lying to each othe...
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SATURDAY NIGHT, THE THIRD WEEK OF MARCH 2023
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FROM CHAPTER 7:
Dwight ON FACETIME: You need me to come get you?
Curtis ON FACETIME: Yeah.
Dwight ON FACETIME: Iight. See you round nine.
Curtis ON FACETIME: Okay, bye. [blushing]
Dwight ON FACETIME: [smiling] ... Bye!
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After his FaceTime call with Dwight, Curtis was looking forward to hooking up with him later that night. He drunk a bunch of juice and then some water to help him clear out his system. As someone that's never done this before, Curtis wanted to make sure that if he was able to withstand the pain he was fearing, that Dwight would want to enjoy himself. Curtis even began to trim up his pubic hair and attempted to clean up the backyard.
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Curtis: [speaking to himself as he was squatting over the hanging door mirror, he had placed on the floor] ... Damn! This nigga got me shaving my hole for his ass. The fuck you doing Curtis? [laughs as he admires his hole again]
... But shit is tasty looking as fuck!
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Since Curtis had been a top for 99.9% of his sexual encounters, he didn't have an enema bottle or knew about anything to use in its place. The one person he knew that was experience just confronted him about having sex with Jharrell. That's when it dawned on him.
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Curtis: [snickers at himself for not thinking about this sooner] ... That's right! Jharrell's ass was cleaner than a motherfucker. I bet he got something in this room. [when Curtis tries to turn the doorknob to Jharrell's room, he feels that it's locked]
... This nigga got a whole fucking front door lock on this motherfucker! [sucking his teeth]
... Guess I'mma have to ask Siri!
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The search came up with long how to videos and include items he didn't have available. So, Curtis finished up grooming his groin, threw some sweats on and rushed over to the CVS pharmacy down the street. On the way there, he searches Amazon for one of the at home kits and ordered one of the cheapest ones he could find with next day delivery. Feeling embarrassed on how it might look if was only behind the bottle of enema, Curtis picked up some tampons, a bottle of Pepsi, some Cheez Its, and some Fruit Roll-Ups in an attempt to avoid weird looks or any questions.
