Gang of Gays 7
Chapter 7
"Damn look...400 hits already," I stated.
We had just uploaded the video not too long ago. The title of the video read Gay gangsters strike back. I had to admit. It felt good. It felt good to see Donovan in the same embarrassing circumstance that I was after all the ignorant shit he used to say to me.
"Really?" Miguel stated.
He leaned in close at that moment. He got real close to me.
"Yeah. It's going to go viral in no time."
"This is all because of you. You know that don't you?" Miguel asked.
Miguel looked over at me. His eyes were right next to me. He was handsome. I had to admit he had that whole pretty boy look going on. His eyelashes were pretty long too. It was odd. I mean Miguel was a masculine guy but he was pretty as hell. I had never seen pretty eyelashes like that on a guy before. I knew he didn't wear mascara but it sure as hell looked like he did at times.
He had gotten so close that I could smell his breath. It was minty as though he had just put a fresh mint in his mouth. Now why would Miguel be putting a mint in his mouth?
I backed up a little bit.
"It was just an idea. Payback you know. I'm just glad we're done and we got those assholes back."
Miguel shook his head, "It's not done yet. You know that don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"We declared war. Rashad has been talking. He's been talking about doing more things. WAF is bigger than just four guys. That gang has terrorized Miami for almost two years now."
I looked over at Miguel and shook my head, "Well I have to be careful. My brother is part of them."
"I know. I'll protect you," Miguel stated, "You know that right."
At that moment Miguel had followed up behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder at that moment. He was so close. i could tell that he was flirting. I didn't have to guess. Miguel was definitely coming onto me and he was getting more and more aggressive with it.
I smiled weakly but said with a strong voice, "Thanks. I'm a grown man though. I'm not no weak bottom that needs protection. Those are the stereotypes that got straight guys thinking we are prey in the first place."
Miguel raised his hands and laughed, "Ok gangsta. I didn't mean to offend. I got your back. That's all I'm saying."
"I got yours too," I stated before taking a step towards the door, "I should head home though."
"Wait."
I turned. Miguel was still standing there. He had this hopeful look on his face.
"Can I take you out sometime?" Miguel asked.
"Like chill?"
"Yeah. Like a date or whatever. You know? Ah---nothing big though. Not trying to pressure you and shit. I know you probably got dudes coming at you all the time."
"You say this to all the boys?" I asked.
"You really think I'm some type of player don't you?" Miguel asked.
I shrugged, "I'll think about it..."
"What are you waiting for?" he asked me.
I didn't answer.
I just repeated myself, "I'll think about it."
With that I left the room. The question was definitely there though. What was I waiting for? I was waiting for Fidel. I had to admit I found Miguel attractive but Fidel was just that sexy gangster that was my type. There was something about Fidel and there was something about him from the first day I met him. It was chemistry. When I looked at Miguel all I saw was attraction. I didn't get butterflies. I didn't feel anything.
Fidel was a widower though. He was the last person I should be waiting on. His emotions seemed all over the place. But if I were to act on something with Miguel I was pretty much crossing out the fact that anything could ever happen with me and Miguel.
I walked downstairs hoping to catch Fidel.
Maybe I could see how he was doing now? Maybe he would at least be a little bit warmer to me. Maybe he would at least want to have a conversation with me.
"You need to tell Shay," I heard a voice say.
I walked outside to the backyard. It was Fidel standing out there. He was talking to someone. When I turned I was actually really surprised to see Kenyon standing in the backyard. Kenyon looked over at me and crossed his arms. He looked surprised to see me.
"Tell me what?" I asked.
Fidel started off, "Tell you that---"
Kenyon cut him off relatively quickly, "Tell you that mom is waiting for you back at home. Something happened to Donovan and she wants you back home. I figured you were over here. I know you've been hanging over here a lot."
I shrugged, "Oh ok. Didn't think you were paying attention."
Kenyon nodded, "It's all good. Fidel's cool."
I was glad Kenyon thought so. Kenyon still had some homophobic ways but it was definitely great that he saw not every gay guy was some raging queen. The fact that Fidel was masculine might have changed his views on the gay lifestyle. Maybe he would even open up to stop saying some of the ignorant shit he said.
I looked over at Fidel, "Goodnight Fidel."
Fidel nodded. He didn't say anything back to me. Shit. He was still acting fucked up towards me. Instead of saying anything he just walked into the house.
Kenyon looked at me. I could tell he thought it was weird how Fidel just kind of ignored me and walked into the house like nothing happened.
"He always act like that."
I shook my head, "No. Something must have happened."
I didn't want my brother to think Fidel was an asshole or something. I looked back at the house. I could see Fidel staring back at me. He did that a lot. I had to admit that we both did it. How could he not feel it? How could he not feel the chemistry between us that I felt?
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Back at the house things were more chaotic then I expected. I looked over at my brother Donovan. When Kenyon and I walked into the room Donovan put his head down. I had never seen him like that before. It looked like he had his ego hurt. It was about time something like that happened. I was happy.
Over his right shoulder my parents were there. Then there were the cops. There were three cops standing around in the living room. They all had these serious faces on.
"Oh my god, Shay...something's happen to your brother," my mother stated.
My mother was dramatic. She always had been. She always would be. I watched how she lurked over him. I could see the embarrassed look on her face.
"What?" I asked.
I faked like I didn't know. Donovan still didn't look up.
Kenyon was the one who answered, "He was attacked. By a bunch of faggots. They jumped him out of no where. These faggots are getting aggressive man. No offense."
Donovan shook his head, "I don't know why ya'll called the cops. I ain't no fucking snitch..."
One of the cops shook his head at Donovan in the living room and seemed to be getting really deep in what he was saying, "Son this is a serious matter. This is a hate crime..."
"A hate crime?" I laughed at that moment.
Kenyon actually joined in the laugh, "That does sound like some stupid shit to say. How can a hate crime happen against a straight guy?"
"These gays have turned into animals," the cop stated, "Haven't you heard of the Ass Assassin? Those gays are violent. They rape little boys. They spread AIDS. Now they are attacking young men. We are lucky there was no rape involved."
I watched as my mother gasped a little bit. This was bullshit. Who the FUCK would want to rape fat ass ugly Donovan in the first place? This cop was dead serious. My dad leaned over to her and hugged her. They were being dramatic as ever. I didn't appreciate this cop. This motherfucker was in here scaring my mother with this nonsensical bullshit.
"I just happen to be a gay guy," I stated.
From the expression that the cop had on his face I could tell he had no idea. He had been trashing gay men so much and when I told him that I was one he looked have surprised and half disgusted. His partner all of a sudden took a few steps back as though just by being close to me he would catch HIV or some gay disease.
"Oh you are huh?" the cop stated.
Kenyon looked over at me, "Maybe Shay knows something. Shay tell them about all those new friends you made."
"New friends?" my mom asked.
I shook my head, "Just a few. It's not that serious."
Kenyon had such a big fucking mouth. I hated when he was around and heard things. It was almost like he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He gossiped like a gay guy for god sakes.
"Do you have any affiliation with a new street gang named GGG?" The cop stated.
He knew the name already.
I crossed my arms, "No."
"Do you know anyone affilated in that gang?"
"I never heard of it."
"You wouldn't be lying to me son, would you?" he asked.
The cop was staring me down. I could feel my heart racing. Did he know I was lying. He wasn't the only one staring me down either. The entire room was staring me down. Even Donovan had lifted his eyes and was staring at me. They all looked like they were kind of suspicious. It was ridiculous really. I was affiliated but did they really just think every gay person in Miami knew each other?
Kenyon shook his head, "If you know something don't protect these faggots. This happened to your brother."
I looked over at Donovan. Donovan deserved everything that he got tonight. He deserved to be embarrassed. He deserved to know how it felt. Kenyon wouldn't understand. My parents wouldn't understand. These cops wouldn't understand. I had to make sure Donovan understood though. Now he understood the pain and embarrassment that I went through when it happened to me.
"There is a rumor that the Ass Assassin is being sheltered by this gang GGG. There is a rumor they gather little boys so that the Ass Assassin can rape."
My mouth dropped. GGG had been around for half a second and this cop was really saying there were rumors about us already? What kind of bullshit was that? He made it sound so serious. I watched as my mother just shook her head. My mother gasped again. She was so afraid. This was absolute bullshit. He had no right to come into my mouth and make my mom upset like this.
"There is no Ass Assassin in GGG, what the fuck?" I asked.
The cop looked over at me, "I thought you said you didn't know anything about them?"
Fuck! I had slipped up. The cop looked over at me. His partner had taken a few steps towards me. They looked like they were suspicious. Not only them. I looked over at Donovan. His face was clearly swollen from being hit. I wondered who in GGG hit him. He seemed upset. He seemed more than upset. I had never seen Donovan so crazy looking. Donovan looked like a psycho just waiting to explode.
"Just rumors..." I stated, "I should get some sleep..."
As I walked away I could feel the eyes behind me. I could feel the cops actually watching me. I knew I had just put myself on their radar.
It was so fucked up. Lamont had been killed and no one seemed to give a damn at the police station. I hadn't seen him get shot and I wasn't even interviewed once by any cop. Donovan gets beat up by a bunch of gays and all of a sudden the cops are out in full force hoping to save the town from an Ass Assassin and his group of bandits. This was fucked up. Real fucked up.
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I couldn't sleep that night. I had waited until the cops left and everyone went to sleep before going downstairs. I was in my phone just playing Candy Crush when I got a text. The text was from Miguel.
Miguel: WYD?
I looked at the phone. It was the first time he had sent me a late night text. To be honest he was the only new friend that ever text me. It made me feel kind of good. Fidel had my number too and he never text me. At least someone was paying me some attention. At least someone seemed to care.
I text back: Chillin. Why?
Miguel: Look out your back window.
I walked over to my back window confused. As I got to the window I heard a splash. I peered through and saw Miguel! He was in my pool swimming in the nighttime.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
I ran out of the house at that moment into the backyard.
"Are you crazy? You do realize my oldest brother is part of WAF and my middle brother is a little on the crazy side right? You got a death wish or something just jumping in the pool like that?"
"Relax everyone's asleep. It's the middle of the night. Only lonely people are up this late. No straight people are lonely."
He waded in the water towards me at the edge of the pool. Miguel was soaking wet. His hair was wet and made soft sparkly curls at the top of his head.
"That's not the point," I replied.
"What is the point then?"
I was caught. I didn't reply. He had strategically asked me that because he knew I wouldn't reply. The reason that I didn't reply was because Miguel walked out of the water.
Miguel was naked. Butt naked.
"Oh...my...god..."
Miguel's body was on fleek. His muscles were lean and tight. He had a small tight little waist. He had was a little slimmer than Fidel but it was still sexy on him. He had these perky pink nipples. As the water rushed down his wash board abs it made it's way to a sexy V section. He had no pubic hair. As my eyes went lower I could his dick. His dick was uncut but not the kind of uncut dicks that disappeared under skin. The head still showed and there was a just a thin layer of skin sitting underneath it. His dick was a sexy size...not too big and not too small. He was soft but it still seemed hefty.
"What?" Miguel asked, "You never skinny dipped..."
He took a step towards me. I felt my words get lost in my throat.
"Um...erm..."
"What?"
He was seducing me. He was playing coy like he didn't know but he had this walk that he did when he walked towards me. It was slow. it was sexy. His eyes squinted at me. The water was still cascading down his body. Small droplets of water had formed on his pubic-less hair.
"You tripping Miguel," I replied.
He was tripping! He was tripping in a very, very, VERY sexy way though. He knew it though. Miguel laughed a little bit. He was still advancing and I wasn't taking any steps back. That body. That face. He looked like he was shooting some Emporio Armani commercial or something. Miguel was definitely sexy.
He had walked up to me and pressed up against me, "You're all wet now too. You might as well take them off."
"Yo we should slow down..."
"Slow down for what?"
Miguel didn't wait for me to answer. He started to undress me. He took off my shirt at first and then took off my pants. He guided me towards the water. The water splashed around us as he led me into the water.
I couldn't believe I was butt naked in the pool. And as we were in there I just kept thinking about Fidel. I wanted Miguel. I wanted to have all kinds of wild sex in this pool with Miguel all the way until morning. But if I did there would never be a chance of me and Fidel. Miguel and Fidel weren't only close. They were family.
"Yo we can't do this..." I stated, "Miguel...Miguel where the hell are you going?"
It was too late. Miguel had dove under the water. He couldn't hear me under there. He started to do something to me under the water. I was shocked at that moment. Miguel had started to suck me off underneath the water. I waded, standing on my pinky toes in the water trying to keep my balance.
I could feel his lips pressed against my dick. I moaned. My heart raced. The feeling was something spectacular really. Miguel was really giving me head from underneath the water.
"Oh shit," I had to moan.
I was nervous. I was nervous because I was giving into him. This felt beyond good. What the hell was I holding out for Fidel for anyway? Fidel wasn't some type of angel. Fidel had made it clear that he wasn't even interested in me. I had someone right here...in the flesh who was.
I watched as he rose up from the water, "How did that feel..."
"We should get out..."
"You're right."
"I am?"
"Yeah..."
He guided me to the side of the pool. I thought he was about to help lift me out of the pool but as I was half way out of the pool Miguel held me there. He held me to the side of the pool. All of a sudden I realized what he was doing but it was too late. He started to lower me back down, pressing his mouth against the crack of my ass.
"FUCKKKKK!"
His tongue was inserted deep into my ass. He started to lick it furiously. My ass was so sensitive. Miguel seemed to love it. His tongue made soft circles around the rim of my ass as he went deeper and deeper. He inserted a finger into my ass and took some time to breathe.
"Your ass is so fat. You don't know how long I waited for this..."
"Wait."
I pulled myself all the way out of the pool and slid along the side rocks of my back yard to the basin. I could feel Miguel looking over at me. Miguel was still in the water. I had to hide how hard my dick had gotten from him when I got out of the water. He noticed it though. He noticed that I was turned on physically. For some reason Miguel seemed to just get completely agitated.
"What the fuck? What's the issue? Am I ugly bro? You think I'm ugly?" he asked.
I shook my head, "Boy you know damn well you are the furthest thing from ugly."
"Then what is it?" he asked.
"Can I be honest?"
"Shoot yo---"
"I got a crush on Fidel."
Miguel looked at me with these crossed eyes at that moment, "Yo you got to be fucking kidding me right now man. You fucking with my cousin..."
"Not exactly," I corrected him, "We haven't done anything."
Miguel looked at me and shook his head, "Wait. So you going to turn someone down he honestly wants to get to know you for someone who treats you like shit?"
I shook my head.
"It's deeper than that. Fidel is going through a lot. His damn husband just died."
"Which is why you and him won't happen," Miguel corrected me, "Aye. You muy guapo to me. Mad handsome. I can treat you good. Fidel don't even seem to see you the way that I see you."
Everything that Miguel was saying was probably right. He was making so much sense. For some reason I thought he was some pretty boy who didn't know how to communicate and was as dumb as rocks. He was fooling me with this one though. Miguel actually seemed like the smarter one in this circumstance. I was the one looking like an idiot as we had this conversation. I was the one not making any sense at all.
I just shook my head, "When I see Fidel I feel something."
Miguel shook his head, "When I look at you I feel something. It's not your ass bro. It's not none of that shit. I honestly fuck with you."
"I fuck with you too."
"But not enough to be with me."
"I just need some time to figure shit out for myself," I told him.
Miguel didn't look like he was having it. He got out of the pool and walked away. I had no option but to let him walk away. As he walked away I wanted to kick myself though seeing that fine ass man who clearly was interested in me walk away. At the same point I knew where my heart was.
My heart was screaming for me to wait for Fidel.
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The video was getting bigger and bigger as the days went by. Miguel had been ignoring me. A whole week had gone by and Miguel hadn't even sent me a text or anything. Then there was Fidel. I was becoming obsessed. Everyday I watched him cut the grass with his shirt off from window. He had a little bit more muscles than his cousin. Miguel also had a short goatee. He had that sexy grown man appeal to him. That was the difference between him and Miguel. Miguel had that childish charm but there was something so grown and sexy about Fidel.
"Hey Fidel..."
It was night time. I had walked out to see him. He was on the side of his porch. I had two beers in my hand at that moment. I was getting desperate. I had to admit it. I was really trying to get with this dude.
He looked at me a little longer. The way he looked at me and the words that came out of his mouth seemed to not vibe too well at all.
"What's up. I was actually looking for you."
"For me?"
I actually smiled. For some reason when Fidel said stuff like that it just made me melt. Fidel walked up to the fence.
"I haven't seen you awhile."
"Didn't think you wanted to..."
Fidel stopped for a minute. He paused, "I'm still having a hard time getting over Lamont. Don't take it personal. I still am actually...and being around you. Well. Um. Nevermind. Anyway, that wasn't why I was looking for you. The cops came over my crib the other day."
"Damn, word?"
"Yeah. They were asking about GGG. Did you tell them anything?"
"You know I wouldn't do no shit like that," I replied, "They did ask me though. I kept it on the low."
"Good. It's us against the world."
"Like Bonnie and Clyde right?" I asked.
Fidel looked at me for a moment. He grunted. I really didn't mean anything sexual by it. Clearly Bonnie and Clyde were lovers. I wasn't saying anything like that. It kind of just rolled off my tongue. Hell maybe my mouth was betraying me. Maybe it was talking for itself. My face flushed though when I saw the expression on his face. It was clear that he had taken it to mean an reference to lovers.
"Naw papi," he replied shaking his head, "Not just the two of us."
"I mean you're right. It's a group. It's not just me and you. Even if it were. Bonnie and Clyde were um. You know. Lovers. And we. You know. We're friends. And um. This is 'bout the gang. So. Yeah. GGG. Hold it down---"
I was being awkward as FUCK!
I wanted to just run away.
Fidel shook his head, "Anyway. So there is a meeting tomorrow. A GGG meeting. You need to be there. It's on 14th Spring street. A warehouse. You'll be there."
"To be honest with you shit is kind of going crazy for me," I explained, "With my brother the way that he is. Maybe this gang thing isn't the best----"
He nodded, "You're right. Maybe it isn't best for you to be around me. I mean---us...."
"Right."
"How about you come tomorrow and we can talk about it. I'm sure it's no problem if you leave GGG."
I nodded.
I looked over at him as he walked away. He didn't say goodbye again. He didn't even look at me again. He just walked away. I watched him. Ever since Lamont had died he had been getting so cold. I had caught his slip up though. He said it wasn't a good idea for me to be around him anymore. Fidel didn't want me around him. It was becoming clearer and clearer.
I looked at my phone. I could text Miguel. I could see what he was doing. He would be able to take my mind off of things.
I hesitated.
No. Not yet. There was still hope with Fidel.
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That night I went to sleep thinking about Fidel. My parents had gone out of town. They did it every once in a while. I got scared because I had the feeling this could mean that we might be moving again. They usually went out of town before we moved. After what happened to Donovan I wouldn't be surprised if my parents wanted to up and move again. They were good at running away from problems.
I had no doubt that this was the queue for my brothers to have some people over. By 8 pm I heard their friends pulling up to the house. I decided to go up to my room to be honest. I didn't want anything to do with them.
I fell asleep thinking about Fidel.
It was that warm feeling I got when I thought about him at night that seemed to keep me up but tonight it put me right to bed.
I woke up to my door flying open!
"What the fuck?" I said.
It was too late. All of a sudden I saw about six or seven boys surround my bed. I let out a scream. Nothing. I felt someone gag me at that moment shoving a sock in my mouth. The next moment I realized two or three other boys had gathered around the sides of my bed. They held me down to the bottom of the bed.
Not again. That's all I was thinking. Not again.
I was shocked when I realized the person who had gagged me. It was Donovan. Right next to him was that guy Pablo who was the leader of WAF.
"Stop squirming. Ain't no body going to fuck with you, maricón," Pablo said.
"We want some answers," Donovan replied.
They ungagged me at that moment.
"HELP!"
My voice rushed through the house. Immediately I felt a swift punch to the side of my rib cage. It had come from Donovan. Donovan hit me hard as fuck. I could feel my rib cage bruise up almost immediately. Donovan had never put his hands on me before. He had scarred me with his words over and over but he had never been outright physical with me. The punch shocked me more than it hurt.
"Do it again I'll bruise up that pretty little face of yours," Donovan replied.
He always went there. He always talked about my looks.
"Jealous?" I asked finally.
I was pissed. It was the only thing I could think about at that moment. Donovan had always been jealous of me. He had always been jealous that I was the most attractive out of my brothers and everyone knew it. None of the girls gave him any attention. Meanwhile I was gay as hell but seemed to get more female attention than he ever did. This was all over jealousy.
Donovan went crazy when I said that though. His ugly true colors started to show. He charged at me trying to strangle me or something! I tried to kick away but the other boys that were with him held me down.
It was Pablo who actually stopped him, "Donovan. Wait. Don't let him get to you."
"Too late," I replied.
I turned at that moment over to Donovan. He looked like he wanted to kill me. The feeling was mutual though. I felt betrayed. He allowed these thugs to come into my room. His own brother. He allowed them to attack me in my fucking home while I was asleep. You couldn't get lower than that.
I felt so bad for myself at that moment. I felt so bad that I had been born with a brother who was so cruel. Tears actually started to stream down my face out of anger.
Laughter.
"The faggot's crying," one boy said.
"Weak ass motherfucker," Pablo replied shaking his head, "Look. Unless you want us to break a few bones you gonna tell us what the fuck we need to know. Who are the members of GGG? We want you to name everyone that you know."
"I'm not in GGG."
Donovan shook his head, "He's lying."
Pablo didn't seem to take Donovan's word for it, "Clearly you ain't. You ain't stupid. You a smart little faggot. Ain't you? You wouldn't join no suicidal ass gang like them. But you must know someone who is in it. You must have some names. The gay community is small..."
I could feel my heart beating faster. The look on Pablo's face said that he wasn't all the way stable. Even if he was acting stable I had a feeling that he wasn't. His voice was so low it was almost to a whisper.
I had to admit. I was afraid. I felt way over my head.
"What the fuck is going on here!"
Just at that moment we turned to see Kenyon. Kenyon ran up into the room. The other boys immediately seemed to be backing off.
"Just fucking with your brother yo..." Pablo stated.
"What the fuck!"
Donovan put his hands up to Kenyon, "Relax. I wouldn't have let nothing happen to him. We were just scaring him a little bit. Relax Kenyon."
Kenyon looked like he was ready to fight but it was clear these boys must have been cool with Kenyon by how they walked out of the room. He wasn't their enemy. Kenyon wasn't a faggot.
And even with Kenyon there clearly defending me and scaring these people off I felt so alone. Even the fact that I was with GGG, I felt so alone. Kenyon looked pissed. I was kind of glad that both my brothers weren't jealous psychos at that moment. Kenyon wasn't perfect but there were some things that not even he would do.
Kenyon looked over to me when they left the room.
"What was that about?" Kenyon asked me.
"Ask them. They attacked me."
"It's about the whole gay thing isn't it?" Kenyon asked.
"Bingo..."
I felt like shit. I had sat up on my bed at that moment. I knew I wouldn't be able to go to sleep after that. I watched as Kenyon walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"It's ok..." he stated.
"No...it's not..." I replied, "I'm being attacked for being gay."
"So stop."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked Kenyon, "I can't stop being gay. That sound stupid."
"Why not? You fly as fuck. Hoes would go crazy for you," Kenyon replied, "They go crazy for me and Ima keep it real, you probably more handsome than I am. You can pull a bitch if you want. I know if you had to perform...you know...on a bitch, you probably could."
This was how Kenyon really thought. This was the way his brain worked.
"I'm not trying to perform on a chick. Even if I could. I don't want to. I want to fall in love. I want to feel something for someone."
"Like who?"
I didn't know why I could trust Kenyon at that moment. I guess it was probably because he had saved me from an ass whooping or even worse. God knows what Donovan and his friends would have done to me if Kenyon hadn't shown up. God knows how bad it would have been. I felt just a little closer to Kenyon for it.
I shrugged, "Like Fidel. You know him. You said he was cool remember?"
"The dude next door? Man fuck that. Is being out of the closet worth this? Is he worth this? Your life is shit because you want to be gay. I don't know how you deal with this shit," Kenyon replied, "Even if you stayed gay did you have to be around them like that? You bringing negative attention to yourself..."
He was right. My life was horrible because of him.
"I am around the gays because of him. I just want to be...around him... I don't know..."
"Fuck that dude. He ain't no good for you," Kenyon replied.
"What are you talking about?"
"He came onto me. That day you saw us in the backyard. Yo...that spick tried to get with me," Kenyon replied.
Just at that moment my heart broke. I could feel everything just shatter. It was at that moment that I realized I had been going no where with Fidel. He would really play me out for so long pretending to be so upset over his dead boyfriend but then try to get with my brother behind my back? What kind of bullshit was that.
It was that moment that I realized Kenyon was right. I shouldn't be around the gays any longer.
I was done with this GGG thing.
And most importantly...I was done with Fidel...