Part 3 (J's Nasty Night)...
Getting fucked for the first time was the shit. It totally blew my mind that my boy, Derrick, was the one that got up in me. Before that night, it never crossed my mind that he even looked at me in that way. I was always curious about what it was like to get fucked, but no nigga was hard enough for me to give my shit up to.
Every dude that stepped to me was a vers or a bottom. I wasn't about to let none of them kats climb my back, yo. Fuck all that. D had enough swag & sex appeal to get me, though. I still loved my boo, Lance, but D had some shit that I couldn't pass up.
Our friendship didn't change at all. We were still boys, but D just laid down some dick ever so often. I was coming from the bathroom the other night when I saw D laying down stroking his dick. Man, that muthafucker looked so good. Lance was in my bed sleep, so I took the opportunity to get me some good pipe. I got in D's room and closed the door.
"Ay, J, what you doing?"
"I came in here to see if you needed any help."