Thank Me Later

The party continues into the early morning hours. If you could call it a party. It was mostly just guys awkwardly chatting about sports and drinking beer, while trying to avoid the Drizzler dragging them on the dance floor, to take silly selfies with each other.

After a while, even Drake gave up, and resigned to plopping himself down on a couch and getting drunk on his fruity tequila. You and the guys turned the music down, so you could just talk about shit and relax. Ain't nobody was gonna dance in a room full of men anyways. Except for BBL Drizzy, of course.

"I don't know what to do crodie," He got way too close to your ear to say that, as if the music was still on full blast. You roll your eyes.

"What nigga? Do about what?" Normally you wouldn't talk to him like this, but seeing how there was zero chance of anything scandalous happening to him in this environment, you decided to drink a couple shots yourself. Coupled with how boring the evening was, you said fuck it and got drunk enough to not give a shit anymore.

"The guys said I should get a little more done, y'know?" He points at his nose and... at his butt of fucking course.

"Like what?"

"I don't knoooow, That's the problem. I'm sooo happy with how my butt turned out, it's so big and feels amaaazing, check it crodie,"

He gets up and turns around to show you his ass.

A couple years ago, you would probably have ended this MF for doing this. Fucking LA, fucking Drizzler. You got soft my guy. The Hollywood gay agenda must be really doing a number on you. And why the fuck does he have to be so thick?

You pull yourself together. "I'm good tha..."

He sways and falls down, right onto your lap. Your big ass cock wedges right between his BBL cheeks.

"Whoopsie daisy", Drake giggles, "yoooouu okay back there crodiiiie?"

Deep breaths. "Yes, I am fine. Please get up."

He shuffles off of you and onto the couch, which of course inflicts more stimulation onto your dick. At least he didn't notice it getting harder.

"But at least you saw, or felt? Felt how amazing this BBL is."

You did indeed. Fuck if this MF was a woman, you'd just unzip and put her mouth to better use.

Again, he gets uncomfortably close to your ear. His breath is hot, and it smells of that fruity shit he's always drinking. "So what should I do, crodie?"

Suddenly, another guy joins you two on the couch, a white dude. It's Noah "40" Shebib, the long-time friend and producer of Drake. He sits down next to Drizzy and pulls him away from you, to whisper something to him. Drake's eyes go wide and he giggles.

40 gets up and winks at you. "Thank me later." With that, he joins some other guys at a table.

Drake can barely contain himself with glee.