Getting destroyed by his ex-girlfriend proved to be a defining moment for Ricky. He never brought up what happened, but he could tell his friends never forgot it either. They looked at him differently, and when he posed for videos with them, they didn't pose with him and stayed on their phones. It made Ricky post more by himself instead.
He posed for videos on Instagram, lip syncing to breakup songs that trashed his ex or made him out to be a player. Sometimes with no shirt on, sometimes after he dried up in the shower. Sometimes even when he hadn’t dried up yet. He started to look at himself differently.
His friends saw it, and noticed how the thirst traps were getting more and more traction, so he started to do them more and more. They talked with each other and watched the latest video Ricky posted.
His shirt was off as he smiled and bit his lower lip gently, staring wantingly into the camera and then lip syncing and swaying with the music. The phone slower got further, more of his light skin visible and the muscles above his chest. Flirting the camera, he looked shocked, lips parted slightly, and a tongue pressed against his teeth. His braces shined and his short bleached hair made him look like an absolute star. He ran his hand down his body and the body tilted down and along his long, lean body musculature, his manhood pointing in his boxers. Ricky smiled at his size and shape, his bulge pushing out like a proud horn and he pulled the phone back to a more normal position and smiled at the camera, continuing to lip sync and dance in his emotions.
“Maan, he’s so fruity what the fuck?!”
"Yo, what is he doooing!?”
His friends, Nash especially, laughed and shook their heads. Nash was a handsome guy with curly hair but, similarly to Ricky, made it a point to look tough. He sagged and had darker skin with hazel eyes. And as he used those hazel eyes to watch and laugh at Ricky’s videos, he saw how many likes Ricky was getting on these videos. Nash found it fake, annoying and started to talk more and more shit about Ricky. Nash would never use his good looks to sell himself out like Ricky was. But Nash couldn’t look away from how many likes Ricky got, and how so many girls at school liked them. Nash realized that although it was fake and cringe, there was something to this. Actually… this might be a good way to get some hoes. Girls would see Ricky, want to talk him and his boys, then they’d win the girls over and boom. Free pussy.
This was made easier when Ricky asked them if they wanted to go to the beach. They said yes and thought about all the beach pussy they could get. They licked their lips and started hyping up Ricky too.
Nash gassed him up. “You ready to get some puss, bruh?”
Ricky smirked and looked down, raised two fingers up by his head, like a pistol, and danced in spot. All the boys glazed him up and suddenly, Ricky felt at home with them again. He was glad he reached out and asked them to hang out; he was sure they didn’t really want to be around him anymore.
“For sure, for sure. Maan, this gonna be lit!” Ricky laughed, pulling on his soft shorts and white tank top. He had on a white chain around his neck that fit an island vibe and looks great on his tank top and skin. His bleached hair and stubble of facial hair that he decided to grow out. Ricky rubbed his chin and the little prickles made him feel like a man. His confidence was swelling. He needed a day like this. Things were lit.