Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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"You a fucking liar!" Tyler wobbly stood up, sending us all into a laughing fit because he was taking this game so seriously. His nostrils was flaring and shit, oh he was heated.
Christian just laughed in his face, "How you gone tell me!?" His brother barked back. Christian fought hard to drop the smile on his face, but failed completely.
"Because I live with you and I would've seen it."
"It's literally on my ass how would you have seen it?"
"Lemme see!"
Hold up now. There's no way he needs to be right this fucking bad. I was too high for this shit.
Christian's mouth dropped in disbelief, "You want me to pull down my pants and underwear in the middle of the living room?"
And with no hesitation Tyler said, "For the sake of the game, yes!" He was losing it for real. I think this just solidified it.
Christian looked around at all of us. I mean, I had no objection. I lowkey wanted to see what he was bold enough to get on his ass. He even looked at me and I didn't shake my head or nod, I just looked back.
He sighed, "Remember you asked for this."
Sin and Ciani starting hooting and hollering as if he was really boutta to do a strip tease. Horny asses.
Emmanuel sat back, leaning his head on his hands. He probably already seen it by the way he was smiling. He knew it was finna be something bad.
Christian undid his buttons and zipper. His face was growing red and finally he just gripped the sides of his pants and pulled them down just under his ass.
First of all, his ass was like two shades lighter than the rest of his body. Second of all, no fucking way.
"Whose name even is that!?" Tyler's eyes went wide, "I'm telling Mom." He pointed his finger.
The name Antonio was written in cursive letters on this man's right ass cheek in a bright red color. The room erupted in laughter while Tyler seethed.
Christian pulled his pants right back up, "Go head. I'm a grown ass man." His voice shook a little so I knew this little show he was putting on was fake. Grown or not he was still scared of his mom. Shit, I was, too. Moms are crazy as fuck.
Whoever Antonio was, his dick must've been made of straight solid gold.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I heard Christian say.
Everybody turned to me. The fuck did I do?
Sin held her hand over her mouth giggling, "You said that out loud, dummy."
Oh, shit. I shot a glare towards Christian.
"Whatever." I said. He could take shots at me all he wanted. Until he actually came out and said what he knew I wouldn't worry about it. I spent too much time worrying about it. Yeah, I been nervous as fuck to see him, but then I thought about it. What the fuck would he gain from outing me? Besides an ass whooping. One Tyler couldn't save him from.
