Business Before Pleasure MxM (Staten Krown)

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Is it better to say: He could not feel any farther away?

Or should you say:  He could not feel any further away?

Farther is used when you know exactly how far something is.  You can see the finish line for instance.  You know just how much farther you have to travel.

Further is different.  It's that area of the unkown.  You don't know the distance if you use further.  It's a much scarier word.  How much further do I have to go?  It's a frightening word.

"Assautled me?" he asks.

I can't read him.  I'm wondering if he is going to hit me.  I wouldn't blame him.  I heard men died for things like that.  They were killed.  Or maybe he'll put me in jail.  Maybe I deserved it.  I had crossed a line and my whole life this had eaten me up from the inside.

"It started in the middle of the night.  We'd gone out to a bar.  You and me were chatting the whole night.  Clapper had a girl he was chatting it up with.  And Romelo had took off having his random mood swings.  And you got so drunk.  You were such a light weight.  And I took you to a car.  Thinking I was being a good friend.   As soon as we got to the car I got you comfortable.  We were waiting for Clapper to finish whatever the hell he was doing.  And the street was so quiet.  The night was so perfect.  You had your eyes closed.  You were basically passed out.  But when I checked I noticed you were hard.  Your dick print was there...so I acted on it.  I lowered my pants.  I spit.  I climbed on top and I rode your dick in the car."

He couldn't feel further away after I finish my explanation of that night.  He leans forward and I block my face. I'm sure he is going to knock me out.  I'm sure he was going to kill me.  And maybe I deserved it.  I wouldn't stop him.  I'd happily die to make this moment right.

But instead of a punch, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"It's cool," he states.

I turn.

My eyes look at him and I can't believe what I'm hearing.  I had gone through every scenario of what would happen when I told him about the truth and this just wasn't one of them.

"You aren't mad?'

His eyes squint at me, "Bro.  I knew."

My mouth drops.  I just feel heavy in my skull.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing when he says what he says.

"You were awake."

"When I'm drunk I'm not completely out of it as it seems," he explains.

"Why didn't you stop me?"

There is a pause.  I'm the one who is shocked and confused at this moment.  The tables have turned.  I remembered that I rode his dick for just two minutes.  I remember Clapper running out.  A part of me always wondered if Clapper saw what was going on that night.  I felt so guilty that I had to get it off my chest.  That's when I first started writing in a journal.

And that's when he takes a step closer to me.  That's when Bron locked his lips.  Was he enjoying this?

"What if I told you that I knew you were doing it?" he asks me, "What if I told you I enjoyed it?"

"You're joking?"

He laughs, "First off I'm different but please don't ever try that with someone else. But yeah...I was curious.  I mean we were in college.  If I was ever going to have sex with a guy then why not do it with my best friend.  Sure I was shocked when you started, but I didn't stop you because I mean it felt good.  It was so fucking tight.  Honestly, I was pissed when you stopped."