Day Valentine

He puts the tip of him in me and I grip at the sheets.

My body can't take anymore, I know it. I been knew it.

He pushes more of his dick in and my eyes start watering. I try to keep an arch in my back while wiping my eyes dry.

Im sore as fuck.

I've came so many times I think the next time might end me. I made a deal though. If that shit kills me at least I'll die with my best friend.

Amir

My muscles keep having spasms and my heart keeps racing. Not from being tired, but from Day in general.

I can't believe it.

I slowly stroke into him. His insides grip around me tightly.

I hiss out trying to hold my ground.

He feels so good. I don't know how he's still going. His ass it filled with cum.

I listen to the noises he makes and try to control myself.

"Mmm," he moans out while his body shakes.

"We can stop if you want to," I tell him.

He lowers himself and start pushing himself back on me. He quietly whimpers out every time.

"Fuck me, Mir," he moans out.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

I look down on him straight faced while he looks back at me with pleasure and pain written all over his face.

I feel my dick do a thing. I don't know what the thing was, but it did it and it wants to conquer.

"Oh my hoodness, I think I might just have to fuck you up," I tell him slowly and seriously.

Day Valentine

Goofy ass nig-

Amir grabs my arms and pretzels them behind me. I scream out when he starts pulling me to him while he thrusts into me.

God.

I hunch and loose the position I was in while the sounds of our skin connecting fills the room. I try to wiggle my arms from him to cover my mouth.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god!

He puts pressure down on my back with my arms still in his hands. He forces me to arch.

Oh shit.

"Amir," I whimper over and over again through my hard breaths.

This nigga wildn.

I'm two seconds away from screaming pineapples.

"Tap out," he says.

No.

I look back at him and shake my head while biting my lip. His eyes flutter shut as he keeps going. He props his leg up and the angle murders my insides.

I throw my head back and feel my muscles tightening.

Again.

I cum hard all over this bed that ain't mine to be busting all over. He keeps going and my eyes get stuck in the back of my head.

He slowly pulls out of me and falls limp on the bed. I lay on my side and at him. He smiles innocently like he's not doing what he's doing.

Asshole.

"Tap out," he wines.

My eyes roam his glistening, naked body and stop at his dick.

How?

He shot off three and I shot off four. This has me asking all types of questions.

I smirk and wipe the light shine of sweat off of my forehead.

"No," I say to him.

He grabs my thighs and pull me to the edge of the bed more. I grab his hands.

"What?" He stops and asks.

I let him go.

"Give me a second," I tell him seriously.

He laughs.

"Nope," he smiles.

Why!

"That's not how this works," he sings.

I roll over on my back and look up at him.

"Please?" I ask.

He licks his lips as he looks over me.

"Nah," he smiles and leans over me.

He laces his fingers with mine and kisses my lips while he slides into me again.

Butterflies.

Dimitri Marcello

I take a sip of my whiskey and stare at my grade book.

The fuck am I gonna do?

I start checking people off for one hundreds. I stop at Celia and give her ass a zero.

Her and Day fought.

But she did lose.

I erase the zero and put a fifty there instead.

Danny?

My nigga.

I take five off cause he was fucking with Celia and twenty five off for pushing Brenden into the pond at Sweet Water.

I keep checking off.

Jospeh got kicked out of the movie theater, so his block head ass gets a fifty...

"Shit, so did Kenny Vann," I say to myself while scratching my head.

I look down at the list of names and hit Day's before Kenny's. I rest my head on my fist while I tap my pencil on the marble.

Shit.

I fill in his grades as accurate as possible.

This day he was high as fuck, this day he was high as fuck, but I was too. He slammed the shit out of Celia that day, but she deserved it.

I take five extra points off of everyone if they missed curfew and Day missed a lot, when he wasn't with me.

I right two fifties, a seventy, and a ninety five in. That leaves him with a sixty six so far.

Damn.

I erase his two fifties and make them sixties so he'll have a seventy.

"What's good my friend?" I hear and look up.

I give him a small smile.

"How are you doing kid," I dap him up.

Danny.

"Didn't I just count y'all off?" I ask.

Past curfew.

"I know. I know, but I wanted to talk to you about some things," he says.

I furrow my eyebrows and sit up straight.

"Okay?" I ask seriously.

"It's about you and Day," he says.

The bartender sets another whiskey in front of me and I side eye him and look at Danny. I clear my throat.

"Okay," I tell him.

"Get comfortable," he starts.

Well.

"Cause Day's keeping me in the dark and the whole Amir thing," he stops.

I feel the anger eating my body, but there's nothing I can do about it.

"Day is going do what he wants," I tell him.

"He's just tripping and I don't understand at all. I don't," I can see the worry on his face.

I stay quiet. He starts thinking to himself and stops.

"Like," he says.

I gulp my drink down.

"Do you not give a fuck about ya job?" He asks and laughs after it.

"In all seriousness," he adds.

I lean over.

"In all seriousness?" I ask.

"Yes, sir," he gets loud and nods his head.

This nigga.

"I would trade my job in for Day any day. I would trade my job in just to fucking understand his lil ass," I tell him nonchalantly, but honestly.

And that's just how it is.

Wassup tho? Don't kill me, but if you do milly rock at my funeral. I'm on the ferry chilling like a villain. How are y'all? Be sure to vote and comment. Amir? Day? Danny? Dimitri?