Dumb as Fuck

12

Teyo wrapped his arm around my neck trying to fucking choke me out. I introduced a fist to his stomach, a very soft one, but he still let me go.

"I fucking hate niggers, " I whispered at him.

"You're the only nigger I see, " he was hinting at me being gay there, as well as being racist. I wanted to crawl into a hole. I appreciated Ty for not denouncing me like a cuckfuck. I mean, no one was really homophobic nowadays anyway, except for me and my family it felt. Actually, black people were pretty fucking hateful, and I groaned  thinking about the niggas who'd try my life if they found out I got hard while Ty was. . .

Ty hadn't said anything else about it. After he left me in the bathroom, he said he'd 'yeet home right quick'. And he did.
Now that he'd collected himself, he was fucking with me like he found a new fucking toy to fuck around with like the fucked fuck-head he was. Not the worst reaction he could've had, I had to remind myself.

Didn't want him to come over today.

I told him I had shit to do. Of course, he knew me so he knew I never had shit to do.

"We're not wrestling again, " I told him.

"Yeah of course. Wouldn't want you to accidentally impale your big-ass cock up my ass." I nodded my head at him rapidly like a mad-man. Truth be told, THIS WAS EMBARRASSING AS FUCK.

"Look, bro, pleeeease don't talk about it. Let's start on Psychology, " I reasoned. He smiled and didn't antagonize me much after that.

Ty's reaction, or lack of reaction, was probably one of the reasons I was losing my shit, but at the same time, not a completely anxious mess. It's just that, if it weren't him, I'd probably be in a denial so deep that I wouldn't be able to surface until I was past seventy. Not that I was positive I was gay, but yeah, I was not as straight as I thought I was.

If it were someone else, I could've brushed it off, I'd probably would have had to. But Teyo, he wasn't an asshole.

Just a dumbass.