Chapter 1: Taylor & Dono
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It was Memorial Day weekend -- three days, two nights -- and the boys were heading to a cabin in Gatlinburg.
The crew had been doing these bro trips for years now -- since high school. They'd all known each other since middle school or earlier -- thick as thieves.
There were nine of them on this trip:
β’ Taylor -- 27, the oldest, the artistic one, fit but not gym-ripped, curly hair, that thick ass that always caught looks. Bi -- but only a few of the boys knew: Willy, Josh, Chris, P, Lil J.
β’ Willy -- 25, Taylor's cousin, caramel skin, ripped body, tattoos, beard, dreads to his shoulders, bubble butt that didn't quit. Always manicured, always fine.
β’ Dono (Dono) -- 25, brown skin, fit but a little softer than Willy, dreads just past his ears, beautiful masculine face with stubble, a smile that got Taylor in trouble every time.
β’ Eli -- short, dark skin, dreadhead, used to be ugly but now had that "ugly cute" vibe, fit in that smoker's body way. And lowkey packing -- Taylor knew firsthand.
β’ Josh -- funny as fuck, bi on the low (Taylor knew), thicc build now, no more bean-head kid vibes.
β’ Chris, P, Lil J, Dre -- Dre was Taylor's boyfriend, but not on this trip. Taylor and Dre had an open relationship -- and Dre knew exactly how these trips could go.
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Willy and Taylor flew in first -- got the cabin ready.
Not long after, Dono pulled up.
Shirtless. Freeballing in gym shorts.
Taylor noticed. Hard not to.
Dono had always been cute -- but now? Fine. Body toned. Dreads falling perfect. That smile making Taylor's stomach flip.
They dapped up, laughed, caught up.
Taylor tried to keep cool -- but his eyes kept drifting.
Would Dono ever be down for something?
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By 8pm the rest of the crew arrived.
First night: shots, weed, hot tub, card games.
Taylor caught himself stealing glances at Dono -- wet in the hot tub, dreads dripping, dick print peeking through those wet-ass shorts.
His mind was racing.
And the thought kept creeping in...
Would Dono ever be down?
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By 1am, most of the boys were passed out -- drunk and slumped.
Except for Taylor, Dono, and Willy -- still lit, still taking shots, still high.
Until Willy threw up -- hard.
Taylor and Dono helped him to bed -- laid him out, made sure he was good.
Taylor figured that was the end of the night.
But as he started toward his room, Dono caught his arm.
"Yo -- you wanna smoke and watch a movie in the theater? Since everybody's bitch ass went to sleep."
Taylor smiled -- heart pounding.
"Bet."
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They lit another blunt in the theater -- sprawled out, loose, comfortable.
