Marshall

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" um I have to go to the bathroom mind if I shower I haven't all day" I said in a tub of jumbled words .
"Uh sure ha I guess" Dre said awkwardly smiling
"T Thanks" I said up and practically ran to the bathroom. When I got there I turned on the shower stripping out of my clothes and sitting on the shower floor. I felt a unwanted heat burn my eyes begging for me to release the tears "fuck no" i whispered curling in to a ball I fucking refuse to cry right now. I can't believe this shit I'm not a faggot why did I do that I just ruined everything . A perfectly good friendship and my manhood . What the fuck is wrong with me Christ why can't I just wanna fuck girls. I mean Kim turned me on when we had sex right how would I cum if I wasn't ? Slowly I remembered the fantasies I'd had well with her. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" I screamed immediately regretting it. I heard heavy footsteps come up the stairs.
" I everything alright Marshall?"
He opened the door without invitation I'm pretty sure that's the point when he saw my condition.
"Marshall what are you doing ? are you okay ? what's wrong ?Did I do something ?"
All these questions swam in my head I just sat and cried harder feeling terrible that I am hurting my best friend. He swooped in to the shower clothes and all and just sat there with me rubbing my back as I sat crying getting butterflies in my stomach just from the light brush of his hand against my back .

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