I paused for a moment, taking another sip of coffee. “I hope it doesn’t hurt our friendship as well, dudes. It’s my fault yo—I let this shit get outta hand. It’s sposed to be low key, and not talked about. Like you said—this is actually the third time this week somebody has been seen in the bath house doin stuff—and this morning it wasn’t even our own people. But—do what ya gotta do dawgs. I’ll see ya’s Monday”.
The two nodded and went back to their tent to pack up their gear. Dustin and Johnny have now come up and joined me. “What was that about bro”? Asks Dustin. “Ahhh, nothing”.
“Hey Matthew”? “Ya Johnny, what”? “Could you fuck me like that—like you did Dustin”? I just roll my eyes.
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