(im bouta drop like two chapters tn cause im bored,)
(also why does this have so many reads, 😭 ty for them thoooo)
randys pov😱
i was driving to stans house, rock hard.
i was listening to '3 big balls' by diggy wiggy baringten, singing along a bit.
"three big balls, look like we playin tennis, he got a big dick i think dennis-" i get interrupted by a call. it happened to be stan.
"yellow?"
"wanna facetime?" he says, tryna sound hot or whatever, but he should know, he cant. he sounds like a 6th grader tryna sound older on discord. he sound like he just popped out, like he three seconds old.
"hmm, im driving, but sure?" i say unsure. you can never know with him, you can never tell if hes sad, horny, happy, jerking off. its like hes craig with his never changing voice.
he hangs up, and facetimes me. funky way to do it, but aight.
and of course, he aint got a shirt on. hes built different, hes somehow skinny, like im talking i can see like all his bones skinny. but my mans eats only junk food, like that one guy on youtube that was really popular like a year or two ago because he was gonna like kill himself with how much he was eating or something.
"whats good?" i say.
"oh, you really are driving." he says sounding disappointed.
"yeah? i told you."
"i know, but i thought you meant you wanted to fuck."
"who said i didnt?" i say smirking.
"hm, my mom."
"what?"
"yeah, she aint wanna hear none of that."
"oh."
"but, shes out with her friends."
"sweet."
once i get there, i knock on the door. no answer. i knock again. no answer. i open the door, cause theyre a bit slow, and never lock the door. i walk up to stans door.
and what i see is outta pocket. hes laying on his back. flashbacks, anyways. shirt still off, hard for some reason. he doesn't notice me because he has trippie redd blasting in his headphones. yes i can fucking hear it. hes also on his phone, i get a bit closer to see what hes doing, theres like two things in my mind he could be on, judging off of how his constant scrolling. it's either wattpad, or pinterest. i get closer, and its fucking wattpad.
when i do get a bit closer i see those weird ass things you see when you read smut. i dont know what theyre called. (hes talking about these thingies ~~, idk what theyre called.)
i get right behind him, basically smelling his greasy hair. you know, one time we forgot lube, so we used his hair grease. he still bled, anyways.
it was like, someone sucking someone elses dick. and as soon as the one whos gettin their dick sucked cums, i tap his noggin.
he jumps like a cat, also like a pussy.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? I DIDNT HEAR YOU COME IN!" he yells, i think he might be abit scared, not sure though.
"maybe if you weren't blasting trippie redd you woulda heard."
"well fuck me then."
"bet."
3 hours laterrrrr
after we get dressed, stan cant fucking walk. hes the one who said to fuck him, so his fault.
i pick him up, set him on the couch like hes a doll or something.
he built like one.
anyways.
i get him a cup of water, he inhaled it.
while we were vibing on the couch, me laying on my back on tiktok. and him on pinterest, looking at some gay shit. hes mom came home.
"oh, hi randy." she says sounding kinda annoyed.
"hey sharon."
"i think you should go, randy. i sorta like you though." stan says.
"yeah, i sorta like you too, bye." i say getting up and opening the door.
"bye," they both say at the same time.
(a long chapter😱😱)
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