When they got behind closed doors Tre would ride Ollo tight, light-brown ass like a jockey on a racehorse. That dude loved Ollo curved dick, which hit his prostate just right. No one suspected they were more than friends.
But Tre was jealous as a motherfucker. One time he caught Ollo looking admiringly at a hottie walking down the block. Ollovwalked over. "You like that bitch," he asked.
"Man, shit that's my home girl Tracy...," Ollo started to say. Before he could finish Tre hauled off and knocked him down in the street. Ollo had to keep up his street cred. He got up and the two got in a knock-down, drag-out fight in the middle of the street.
"Shit, why are Tre and Ollo beefing," Tracy asked her girlfriend while they stood on the sidelines watching the two bloody each other as a crowd gathered. "I thought they were like brothers."
Nobody knew they were having a lovers' spat.
Tre jealousy eventually drove Ollo away. Plus he was nervous about associating with Tre or even driving with him. The drug wars were heating up and people were getting killed left and right over nothing.
