Garrett
Couple: Let me know when you get close.
DL: Three minutes out.
Couple: Bet. Front door is open. I left the mask on the table by the door, bro.
Couple: When you come in, hang a left. My room is at the end of the hall.
DL: Cool, cool.
Everything was not ‘cool, cool.’ It was the exact opposite. Everything was shit, straight up freak show circus material with Garrett perched atop a diving board and getting ready to fall a hundred feet without a damn net.
One minute away now and he was freaking the fuck out, sweating like a horse. He rung his hands together a few times in the back of the Uber and wiped his sweaty palms against his basketball shorts. He’d taken a shower, but what with the nerves, he took a whiff of his pit to make sure they didn’t fucking stink. His hair was still damp but seeing as he was about to cover his whole head in a ski mask, he hadn’t seen the need in drying it out.
“Fuck me,” he said, knee bobbing.
“You okay?” the Uber driver asked, glancing at him in the rearview.
He wanted to tell the guy to fuck off. No, he wasn’t okay. He was about to hook up with a couple of guys—fucking strangers with dicks and assholes instead of pussies and titties—and he had no idea what had gotten into him. All the ways this could go horribly wrong cascaded down on him like an avalanche. In the four times he’d hooked up with guys, he never once thought about what might happen if someone didn’t look like their pics, or if they were fucking dangerous or some shit. Hell, he could be meeting up with a nasty old man who wanted to skin him alive and wear it like fucking Cruella De’Ville.
Fucking A. Why hadn’t he thought of that?
Well fuck that. He was a big enough guy, he could take an old guy for sure. Straight up knock him the fuck out.
Yeah, that’s right.
But there were fucking two of them… Shit.
If he had half a goddamn braincell, he would tell the Uber driver to turn around and take him home.
Couple: Sent a photo.
Couple: We’re so ready for you bro. Smiley face emoji.
They were pulling up to the house as Garrett opened the photo and his breath caught. The camera was pointed at an angle to show the bottom sprawled out on his stomach. His eyes traced the tops ribbed abdomen all the way down to where his dick lay flat against his boyfriends ass.
He calmed down a bit.
“Thanks man,” he said to the driver once they came to a stop. He didn’t wait for the guy to respond, ambling out of the car until he was staring up at the darkened house.
Fuck him, he was really doing this wasn’t he?
DL: Here.
Couple: Bet. Come on in.
Shaking his head, heart pounding in his ears, he took the long steps toward the front door and pried it open. The house was dark, save for a light coming from the hallway—no doubt the couples room.
Finding the table next to the door, he wrapped his fingers around the ski mask, holding it in his hand and looked around. It seemed like a pretty nice place. The couples profile said they were both twenty-one, but so did his. Kind of a lot for guys so young.
Frozen in the entryway, he checked his phone again.
DL: You live here alone right?
Couple: It’s actually my parents house…. But they’re away for the weekend. We’re good, bro.
DL: Ah, ok.
Couple: You here?
DL: Yeah.
Couple: …well come on.
DL: And you don’t mind hanging back at first? I’m so fucking nervous.
Couple: Lol. Yeah, whatever dude. It’s all good.
Garrett gulped and slid the mask over his head, using his fingers to stretch the eye and mouth holes a tad. He’d probably get super fucking sweaty in this thing, but whatever.
Taking a deep breath, he took a left, following the hallway to the end where a door sat propped open. He nudged the door open with his foot, fists clenched in case there was some shady shit about to go down, but all he saw as the door swung open was low light hovering over the smooth, naked flesh of a stranger—a fucking dude—stretched out on the unmade bed. As promised, a mask identical to his own, covered the guy’s face. He was on his stomach and Garrett traced the lines in the bottom’s back and shoulders leading down to his perfectly round, hairless ass. He was wearing a blue and white stripped jock strap that only accentuated his curves.
Should he say something? Probably, but fuck that. He didn’t trust his voice right now.
He took two steps forward and that’s when he noticed movement to his right. Turning his head, he saw the other guy, also naked and lounging in a chair at the far corner of the room. His face covered was promised, only his mask was blue camo instead of basic black like Garrett and his boyfriends.
Garrett took a moment to appraise him. His body looked even better in person. He was shorter than Garrett, probably about five-teen, but every muscle and sinew looked carefully crafted over his body. He wasn’t hairless like his boyfriend, but was covered in dirty blonde peach fuzz except on his thighs and calves where it grew thicker.
Blue camo tipped his head once, his hand making lazy strokes on his fully hard cock.
Well, at least they looked like their pictures.
Not knowing what to do, he nodded back.
“Get naked, bro,” Blue camo said.
Garrett froze, watching him stroke his dick, almost mesmerized. He’d seen his share of dicks before, obviously, but never like this. Even with Eli, they’d been too busy with whatever chick they were sharing for him to pay much attention.
His boyfriend moved off the bed then, sliding to his knees and Garrett tracked his movement, still frozen.
Blue camo chuckled. “Or he can help you, if you want.”
Garrett looked down where the bottom was sharing up at him, face covered. All he could see were green eyes staring with hunger.
“Y-yeah, sure man.”
His cock thickened, tenting his shorts. The bottom licked his lips and Garrett noticed him rubbing the outline of his cock where it lay hidden under his jock strap.
Shit. He looked like a hungry slut for sure. He felt his stomach tightening, not with nerves now, but anticipation.
“Jesus,” the bottom said.
Garrett looked down to see his massive cock stretching the thin fabric of his shorts and smiled. He’d never measured it before, but shit, when something was that big, who the fuck cared what a ruler said.
For whatever reason, despite the situation, he felt himself relax.
“You want it don’t you?” Garrett asked, cocking his head.
“Mm, fuck yes.”
“Take it out, then.”
Garrett grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a frenzy, suddenly dying to have nothing between him and the greedy mouth hovering in front of his dick. The bottom didn’t rush like Garrett expected him too, though. Instead, he grazed his nose over the outline of Garrett’s cock, dragging it back and forth, inhaling deeply. Garrett’s cock jumped, anxious to be free and inside something hot and wet. He had to fight the desire to beat the bottom to the punch and pull it out, but something told him that waiting it out would be for the best.
Even though he’d only fucked a few guys so far, this was the first time he’d ever spoken to one of them, much less seen more than their ass perched on the edge of the bed. Already this was hotter than any of those times.
He should be more nervous, right? He never had his cock sucked by a guy and this should be freaking him out but, so far, it wasn’t.
The last of his nerves disappeared as the bottom straight up worshipped his cock without even touching it, burying his nose deep against the fabric and inhaling against his balls and the underside of his cock. Biting the tip lightly with his teeth and extending his tongue, leaving a wet spot along the outline. Fuck, this was almost painful.
“Suck my fucking cock,” he said on a gasp. He really wanted to grab the little fuckers head and shove his cock inside, but he didn’t want to break the poor guys jaw. Plus, too much touching still made him feel the ick.
The bottom made a little noise, almost like a purr. Garrett checked on Blue Camo, partly to make sure he was still sitting, but also because, well fuck, his boyfriend was about to suck another man’s cock. But the guy was still watching them, stroking himself. And while he couldn’t be sure, Blue Camo might have been smirking.
Soft hands found their way up Garrett’s basketball shorts, making him shift his weight between his feet. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about having another man’s hands on him. But seeing as he was about to have another man’s fucking mouth around his cock, he might as well get used to it.
The bottom was slow as he looped his fingers under the waistband of his shorts, probably tantalized by what was coming. Garrett knew he was.
The waistband put pressure on his cock and the bottom marveled as inch by fucking inch of his monster was uncovered until finally, it sprung free.
“Jesus Christ,” Blue Camo muttered.
“Mmmffff,” the bottom said.
Garrett smiled. It was always a pleasure getting to surprise people by his size. Except when it scared them. So far, none of the guys he’d fucked had minded, though. Nah, they’d all been hella into it.
“Big enough for you?” He asked.
The bottom made a show of contemplation. Garrett found himself laughing.
“Ah, fuck you.”
The bottom snickered. “That’s the plan.”
Before Garrett had a chance to respond, the bottoms soft tongue extended, slowly lapping at his weeping head. He threw his head back on a groan. How could a gesture so small make him feel so fucking good?
“Fuck,” he said, watching as the bottom swiped his tongue around the head, teasing his slit and making slow delicate kisses down his length before burying his nose again in Garrett’s trimmed blonde pubes.
Garrett placed his hand on the guys neck. He couldn’t fucking help it. With his other hand he palmed himself at the base, playfully smacking the guys covered cheek. What did his little bottom look like under that mask…?
Wait… Fuck. Don’t go there.
“You’re killing me,” he growled, scraping his cock against the guys face. He was already sweating.
Blue Camo tsked. “Quit teasing. Show him what you got.”
“Awe,” the bottom said. Fuck, was he seriously enjoying himself that much? Garrett had never thought about sucking dick before. Was it really that great?
The bottom took a breath—a deep breath—and in one swoop, swallowed Garrett’s cock down to the base.
“Fucking A!” Garrett tightened his hand on the back of the bottoms neck, holding him steady. How the fuck had he managed that on the first try? The peril’s of having a massive cock was that deep throating rarely happened. Yet this fucking gay guy had done it with no problem at all.
The bottom wheezed against him, beginning to struggle, and Garrett loosened his hold, allowing him to come up for breath. He took a couple deep breaths, during which Garrett studied his masked head, breathing deeply himself. When the bottom’s hot silky mouth found him again, Garrett moaned loudly.
He didn’t go all the way down this time, but with the way he was working him, Garrett didn’t give a shit. His mouth was so warm, tongue working over his cock in circles and swipes as he bobbed up and down. Sometimes he would let it slip out of his mouth, switching angles of his throat and diving back down. The sounds were fucking sexy as hell. The gurgling, choking, wetness of it had Garrett’s toes curling. All the while, the bottom moaned like it the most pleasurable thing in the world, having a monster cock buried in his throat up to his fucking nostrils.
What the fuck ever. It had to be nothing compared to how he was feeling, watching it happen, letting the warm suction swirl over him, feeling the bottoms spit dribble down his balls.
The bottom swallowed him whole again, letting his nose rest at Garrett’s pubes.
“You fucking like that don’t you?” Garrett asked, smiling and sweating behind his mask.
“Alsdhfhoaije,” the bottom said against him. Garrett didn’t know what words he spoke, but it was clear the meaning. He watched the bottom jerk his cock furiously as he began pumping slowly, moving his hips to meet the bottom’s mouth, thrust for thrust.
“Fuck yeah,” Garrett said when his cock slipped out again and he took the moment to slap it against his face a few times. “You fucking like my horse cock raping your throat, huh?”
The bottom stuck his tongue out, letting Garrett tease him with the tip of his cock.
“Oh fuck yes,” he said. “It tastes so fucking good.”
“Mm,” Garrett said.
Fuck, he couldn’t believe how hot this was. Seriously, he should be fucking horrified, but this was the best fucking blowjob of his life.
Garrett moved forward, still holding the guys head until he’d backed them up against the bed.
“I’m gonna fuck your throat.”
“Fuck yes.”
He watched the bottom drop his hands and with one look over his shoulder at Blue Camo, he dipped his cock all the way down the bottom’s throat until he heard that glorious wet choking. He kept it there a minute just to feel him squirm before he brought it out. He didn’t give the bottom long to recover before he was plunging back in. He was met with zero resistance, the bottom just a willing hole for his use.
“You like being used, don’t you?” He asked, resting his arms on the bed and swinging his hips, hitting the back of the bottoms throat over and over. The guy moaned in between thrusts.
“God damn this is the best fucking throat I’ve ever had.”
He moved his hips faster, in and out, relishing the throaty gagging and the bottoms spit flowing out the sides of his mouth. Before he knew it, the bottom of his spine was tingling—the edges of his thighs thick with fireworks.
“Oh shit,” he said, pulling out. “Fuck, I was about to cum.”
The bottom was still catching his breath, wiping his face with the comforter.
“Fuck no,” Blue Camo said. Garrett watched as he stood slowly. “We ain’t done with you yet bro.”
Garrett watched him, slight unease settling over him again. He really needed to get the fuck over it, but so far Blue Camo had just been someone watching. It was intimidating now that he was on his feet.
“That is… I mean, you good bro?” He asked, still slowly jerking his cock.
It was odd. He felt like two completely different people right now. The question felt incomplete. Still, Garrett cleared his throat and heard himself say. “Yeah.”
Blue Camo tipped his head, looking relieved. “That’s good, man.” He studied him for a minute, smirking at where his boyfriend was collapsed on the floor. “You uh… You mind if I have a taste? That was so fucking hot. I’m a little jealous.”
As if his boyfriend sensed Garrett’s trepidation, he took the head of Garrett’s cock back between his lips again, his hand softly cupping and twisting his balls where they hung low. He hadn’t touched them yet and Garrett shivered. His balls were his weakness.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Uh yeah man, g-go ahead.”
“Bet,” Blue Camo said, anticipation in his voice. Still, he took slow steps, and Garrett watched him, half lost in the bliss of his cock and balls being teased at the same time.
Blue Camo fell to his knees, eyes zeroed in on Garrett’s cock. He felt hot all over, rushes of heat flashing over his skin. His armpits were sweaty and drops of perspiration fell down his back.
Jesus, it’s hot under this mask.
Blue Camo looked to his boyfriend, who was still teasing Garretts cock, sucking him down and coming off his cock with a ‘pop.’
“You look so hot taking his dick, babe,” Blue Camo said, kissing a line up his boyfriends neck and cupping his jaw. Garrett thought he should have felt more awkward, watching them being intimate with each other, but it wasn’t. Actually, it was kind of hot.
Blue Camo ripped his boyfriend’s mouth away, snaking his tongue out and plunging it between his lips. Garrett watched, rapt, as they tongued each other, moaning into their mouths. When they both looked up at him on their knees like little subservient dogs, eyes in a frenzy, he took a deep breath.
They moved together, as if in sync. The bottom cupped his balls in a move that had Garrett seizing, before bringing one, then the other into his mouth. He wanted to let his head fall back from how fucking good it felt, but he couldn’t stop watching them. Especially as Blue Camo parted his lips and took his cock between them.
Fuck him ten ways to Sunday. Every time he thought they’d reached the pinnacle of fucking outrageously sexy material, they one upped him.
With tentative hands, he grasped the bottoms head as he lapped at Garrett’s balls, while he wrapped the other around Blue Camo’s neck. It was obvious Blue Camo wasn’t as experienced as his boyfriend.
“Sorry about that man,” he’d muttered. A few times Garrett had hissed when his teeth had nicked the skin, and he had nowhere near the skill when it came to deep throating.
Garrett chuckled. “Is’okay. Shit, you’re doing better than I would I bet.”
It looked like Blue Camo’s eyebrow arched as if in challenge but Garrett ignored it.
Ultimately, it was fucking sexy as hell. Especially when the bottom came up to join his boyfriend, both of them slobbering all over his throbbing cock, sliding their lips up and down on both sides. Fucking making out with each other over the head of his dick. The bottom would take him deep, throating him for a few seconds of blissful wet heat, before letting it slip out, right into Blue Camo’s waiting mouth.
Garrett groaned, hands full of the cloth of their ski masks. Fuck him very much, he was on the edge again, his body begging him to blow his load.
“Goddamn it, dudes,” he said. “I can’t take much more of this. I need to fuck something.”
They both leaned back at the same time, bodies flushed with heat and sweat. These goddamn masks. Maybe he could ask them to turn on a fan?
Blue Camo smiled, eyeing Garrett’s dick before turning to his boyfriend. “Ready babe?”
The bottom grinned and licked his lips. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You think you can handle it?” Garrett asked, already loving how into it the bottom seemed. Like he wasn’t scared at all. Granted, his boyfriends dick didn’t look small, but at best it was above average. His slong was like a baseball bat.
The bottom stared at him. “I won’t be happy until you’ve buried that thing balls deep.”
His boyfriend chuckled. “Fucking slut.”
Garrett shrugged, “Happy to oblige.”
Blue Camo stood up, taking a step back. “Don’t worry,” he said to Garrett. “I’ll just watch for awhile. You let me know when you want to tap me in.”
He didn’t know what to say so he just nodded. It was crazy to think this was their first time with a third guy. They seemed so calm and confident.
“How do you want me?” The bottom asked, giddy with anticipation. At least this was a no brainer.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
He complied quickly and lied down, his perky little ass dancing in the air like a fucking balloon.
“Such a nice ass,” Garrett said, giving it a heavy slap. The bottom shook, whimpering.
“Hit him again,” Blue Camo said from behind him.
Garrett shivered and bit his lip, giving him another smack. He moaned, and not quietly. It was clear the little freak was into it.
“Again,” Blue Camo ordered.
He lowered his hand three more times, until the bottom’s ass was cherry red with a distinct handprint.
He had never been this turned on in his fucking life. He loved the dominance. He loved the worship, like he could do whatever he wanted to this guy and he’d fucking love it. It was hard to admit, but he even liked putting on a show. And… to be honest, he kind of liked when Blue Camo gave him a command.
Garrett growled. “I’m gonna tear you apart.”
“Fucking do it,” the bottom said, sliding something toward him. It took him a second to notice the lube before he was smothering himself in it. Graciously, the bottom offered him his hand without being asked and Garrett poured a generous amount into his palm. He jerked himself watching the bottom lather his ass, sticking one finger inside, followed by two more.
Fuck, he wanted to take this mask off. His breath was coming rapidly, watching the bottoms fingers work themselves in and hot. He found himself wondering what it would feel like for his own fingers to do the prodding. He never fingered a girls ass before. Would it be hot and silky?
Jesus, he needed to cum.
“I’m ready,” the bottom said.
“I doubt that,” Garrett added, a little smug. Never in his life had he thought he’d talk this much during sex. Especially not sex with guys. All the other times there had been very little talking. It was odd to think how much he liked it.
Gripping the bottoms tight ass with one hand, he guided the head of his cock to the opening, sliding it up and down slowly. He wanted to shove it in without a care in the world, but he wasn’t that cruel… Most of the time.
The bottoms ass wasn’t as tight as Garrett thought, probably from all the gay sex he had with his boyfriend. But he was grateful. It only took a minute or two before he’d breached the bottoms tight ring and was forcing himself to go slow, feeding it to him inch by inch.
“Fuck!” The bottom hissed, gritting his teeth.
Garrett grinned. “We’re only halfway there.”
The bottom’s back rose and fell in heavy breaths, but he didn’t tap out.
“Fucking… Fucking fill… Fucking fill me up.”
“Ha,” Garrett said, feeding him another two inches. He was almost there now and Jesus tap dancing Christ, it was hot. He watched as the bottoms tight hole ate him up, feeling the wet heat of his ass grip him like a leather glove, the lube providing a delicious slickness as he squeezed deeper and deeper until…
“Oh God, oh fuck yes!” the bottom cried once Garrett bottomed out.
Garrett grunted. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“So fucking big. It feels so good.”
“Yeah?”
“I feel like it’s in my fucking stomach, dude,” he said, breathing hard.
A chill ran down his spine.
Slowly, he pulled out until just the tip remained, and dragged it back in. The bottoms moans filled the entire room. The sound traveled down Garrett’s spine, loving how he could make the little guy squeal.
He continued that way for a little while, going slower than he ever had with anyone—all the way in, then back out—a steady rhythm. It was almost hypnotic. Already he could feel himself getting close, but he was nowhere near done.
Staring at his slick cock as it slid in and out, he didn’t look away when he said, “Hey bro, come look at this.”
Blue Camo didn’t hesitate and a moment later Garrett could feel him looking over his shoulder. He didn’t look, but he could see Blue Camo’s shadow as he jerked his cock and watched his boyfriend getting deep dicked by a complete stranger.
Shit, fucking hell, this was so fucking hot.
“God damn, bro,” Blue Camo said, “look at the way his ass eats your cock up.”
Garrett blew out a breath. “I know.”
The bottom moaned again, almost a whine.
“You like that baby?” Blue Camo asked, climbing to the bed on his knees. Garrett let himself take in the sight, all those hard muscles glistening in the light, Blue Camo’s seven-inch cock beat red from all the stroking. “You like that donkey dick stretching you out?”
The bottoms head lifted and he mewled.
“I can’t tell you how good this feels, babe.”
Blue Camo touched the side of his face and gave him a playful smack. “I think you need more.”
The bottom moaned, shaking his head. Blue Camo looked to Garrett. “Fuck him harder.”
Garrett shuddered. “Fuck,” was all he said.
Needing no other incentive, he shoved in a little harder, fucking devouring the sound of the bottom whining as he took the brunt of it. Garrett didn’t care anymore. He could feel the animal inside of him unleashing and he gave it its head.
The sound of his thighs slapping against the bottoms ass was music to his ears. He tore his dick out all the way and plunged back inside even harder, beginning to beat a rhythm with his hips as he picked up the pace. Fuck it felt so good.
He sawed in deeper, gripping the bottoms ass cheeks, steadily increasing pace. His ass had loosened some, and Garrett took it as an invitation. Within seconds he was fucking ramming into him like a jack rabbit. Sweat dripped down his chest, armpits and forearms. He didn’t even know he could sweat on his forearms.
The bottoms mewling became an incoherent whine of sound as he was being torn in half. Garrett slapped his ass twice.
“I’m gonna fucking tear you apart you little shit. Gonna fucking drive this cock so deep you’ll feel it in your throat, dirty whore.”
Garrett looked up to see Blue Camo slap the shit out of the bottoms face. If he hadn’t been so into the moment, it might have gave him pause, but the bottom ate it up.
“Fuck yes!” the bottom screamed. “Use me like a fucking cum dumpster.”
Garrett looped the waist band of the blue and white jock strap around his wrist, using it like a leash. He pulled on it hard, pulling the bottoms ass to meet him as he thrust deeper.
“Ffffffuuuuck,” Blue Camo said, slapping him again before gripping the bottoms face between his hands and slipping his tongue inside the guys mouth. The sight of them making out was unreal—fucking mauling each other with their mouths. He’d never seen anything like it.
A zing slammed down Garrett’s spine. He wasn’t going to last much longer and it really should have bothered him more that the sight of them making out was making him all fucking hot and bothered.
Blue Camo pulled away, but only so he could shove his cock down the bottoms throat.
Fucking. God.
It was all too much for him as he ceaselessly drilled the bottom. The sounds of him choking and gagging on his boyfriends cock, the bottoms sweaty back and beat red ass as it swallowed Garrett’s cock like it was the easiest thing in the world. The tight suction of his ass, taking every bit of him—fucking milking him.
It was game over.
Before he even knew what was happening, the strongest orgasm of Garrett’s life came over him like a tidal wave.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
With three more powerful thrusts his body seized up and he threw his head back and wailed. Garrett’s fingernails dug into the supple flesh of the bottoms ass as he felt what must have been a torrent of cum spilling inside the guy. It felt like forever, his cock shooting thick wads into the guys hole. He seriously didn’t think someone could even cum this long.
Garrett’s ears were still ringing when he finally opened his eyes and his dick stopped jumping. The bottom was still sucking his boyfriends cock, but Blue Camo was staring at him in amazement.
“Did you just…”
“Yeah,” Garrett said on a sigh as the ringing began to subside. It was then that he caught the white globes smattering the sheets. The bottoms dick was peaking out from his jock strap. With his dick still inside the guy, he asked, “Dude, did you cum without even jerking it?”
The bottom let his boyfriends dick slip from his lips and turned.
“Ha, yeah.” He looked half crazed.
Garrett was sure his eyes were bulging out of his head like some cartoon character. “Shit. I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“Prostate orgasm. Look it up,” he said with a wink.
For whatever reason, that woke him up. The post orgasm headiness was disappearing and leaving nothing but chaos in his head.
He’d just fucked a guy. He’d just fucked a guy with his boyfriend in the fucking room. His fucking boyfriend. As in they were a couple. As in they were gay guys. And he’d just what…? Had a threesome with them?
“Shit,” he said, pulling out a little too quickly. The bottom hissed. “Sorry,” he said. He was all sorts of fucked up. What was he sorry for?
“I should go,” he said, trying to stop himself from freaking out completely. Where was his shit?
“You good man?” Blue Camo said as he hopped off the bed.
Was he fucking serious?
He made a dismissive sound in the back of his throat. “You have a towel or something?”
“Uh, sure,” Blue Camo said, pressing a white towel into his hand a moment later.
“Thanks.”
Garrett had wiped himself off and was slipping his clothes on faster than he ever had before when Blue Camo asked, “You sure you don’t to stick around for a bit?”
Garrett pulled his shirt over his head. He avoided Blue Camo’s stare, even if he was noticing the guy was still painfully hard. He wouldn’t even look at the bottom though, afraid it would make it even more real. “You could just watch,” Blue Camo continued. “We’ve got some weed, too if you wanna smoke and chill.”
He had to fucking get out of here. What was this guys problem? He should have fucking known Garrett wouldn’t feel like hanging out.
“I’m good man,” Garrett said, trying not to sound too much like a dick even though he clearly was one. Which was even more weird. He didn’t owe them shit. “I think I’m just gonna head…”
Garrett paused, his eyes snagging on Blue Camo’s desk tucked away in a corner. More specifically, his desk chair and what was thrown over it. It was a jersey. A jersey with his fucking school logo sketched across the back.
Was Blue Camo… Did he fucking know this guy?
Garrett didn’t even finish his sentence. He ran out of the room on quick feet and didn’t stop running until he was halfway down the street.
When he turned the street, he finally pulled the ski mask off. Guess it was his ski mask now. Fuck, he’d burn the goddamn thing. Garrett bent at the waist.
What. The. Fuck.
