Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) (2 page)

"Nice big load, nigga... I love a nigga who shoot a big load..."

Thumper let out a low, slow groan as he came moments later. Hot cum flowed within Harley, who squirmed despite the pain. It felt like his body was filling up, like Thumper's semen covered his insides.

"There you go, there's my load," he said. "That's how it feels when a bigger nigga cum all up in ya guts. You like that, huh? Do you?"

"Not really..."

"Hush now, don't be mean, I fucked you good," Thumper said. "You got hard right away. You loved it."

"I didn't-"

"Ain't nothin' wrong wit' dat, li'l nigga. You ain't a bitch. We's just fuckin' around on the downlow. We on the downlow-and-nasty trip. Real low, real nasty," he breathed heavily on Harley's face as the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him. He rested his weight on Harley, who was so much smaller he could barely breathe beneath Thumper's heft.

Then he gagged as Thumper scooped up all of Harley's cum from his own chest and smeared it over his face. Thumper chuckled at Harley's frenzied gagged as he grunted and slammed his dick in.

"Eat that up, pretty-man."

Thumper pulled out but left his ass-slimed dick in the crack of Harley's ass. It pulsated there hotly, and left a layer of who-knew-what fluids pooling in Harley's crack. Thumper even used a hand to spread the mess up Harley's finely muscled back.

Then he slapped Harley's cheek -- which sent another wave of arduous pain up his spine -- and got up. "Go on and take a shower now, nigga. Get cleaned up."

Harley got up on his feet, wincing as his sore ass sent spasms of pain up his body. He struggled to walk with his ass clenched. He blushed as he made it into the hall, Thumper following close behind.

"I ain't gonna get in the shower wit'cha, I just like watchin' big-dick niggas struggling to walk cuz of my dick," Thumper said. He stopped Harley at the bathroom door with one hand on his shoulder, then rammed a finger from his other hand into Harley's ass. Harley bent over and howled in pain, though it only lasted a moment. Then Thumper said, "Good. You still tight. I'll keep you 'round a bit longer, nigga."

CHAPTER TWO

Watching

Despite having had sex with him the night before, it didn't occur to Harley that Thumper might be gay until he ate breakfast that first full day living there. He just took Thumper at his word that he fucked with men on the downlow only, and strictly because he didn't have any women, not because he actually preferred men. Harley had never met a gay man who wasn't flamboyant.

But when he came out of his room wearing only his boxers -- which was exactly how he always dressed for breakfast -- he could feel Thumper's eyes looking him up and down. Thumper let out a sound that was very nearly a growl as Harley walked past him into the kitchen.

"You want some eggs... Harley?" Thumper asked. It sounded like he very nearly called Harle
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but then didn't. His eyes roved up and down Harley's ass, cradled by his too-tight boxers.

"Uh, nah. I'll just have some cereal," Harley said.

"Ain't got none."

"Oh."

"Too many carbs, nigga," Thumper said. He finished his own bowl of scrambled eggs. "Eat eggs."

"Oh, well... okay," Harley said.

Thumper stood up and grinned. He patted Harley on the back, then let his hand roam over to Harley's tight six-pack abs. He traced each rib there. "You gotta keep this figure, nigga. I bet you get all kinds of girls, huh?"

"Yeah!" Harley blurted out, trying to reassert his heterosexuality. He really didn't want Thumper to make his breakfast, but it seemed rude and disrespectful to say so. He sat down like a girl, trying to ignore the pain in his ass, and watched Thumper break eggs open into a pan. Harley cleared his throat. "I guess I'll put some clothes on." He hurried back to his room.

"If you want, nigga..."

By the time Harley got back to the kitchen, the eggs were done. Harley scarfed them down quickly, intently aware of Thumper staring at him. He tried to pretend he wasn't nervous. He had no sooner finished eating when he stood up, plate and fork in hand. Thumper took it from him.

"Go take a shower, nigga," Thumper said. "Then we got some business to do."

Harley was glad that Thumper apparently wasn't going to shower with him. He hurried into the bathroom, feeling alone and safe for the first time in awhile. There wasn't a lot of hot water, but Harley felt clean anyway from the moment he stepped into the stream.

The only off-putting part was that there was no lock on the bathroom door. Harley had always locked the door to the bathroom, even when he was just at home with his mom. What bathroom didn't have a lock on it?

Sure enough, moments after he got in the shower, the door opened. Thumper walked in. His demeanor was business-like, not at all seductive like last night. He snorted and spat a loogie into the toilet, the sound of which made Harley's skin crawl.

"Yo, nigga, whatchoo doin'? I'm fucking showering-"

"I gotta shower too, nigga," Thumper said. He flopped his bare dick between his fingers, aiming it at Harley, who peeked through the shower curtain.

Then Thumper pushed into the small shower. Harley again felt small and weak. He was at least a hundred pounds lighter than Thumper. He was an inch or two taller, but that seemed like a minor detail compared to Thumper's powerful body.

"I, uh-"

"I ain't got a lot of hot water, nigga," Thumper said. "So we gotta share. Don't worry. Ain't you been locked up yet?"

"No."

"Well, don't be squeamish," Thumper said. "It ain't proper for a thug to be worried about that shit. Ain't you ever gangbang a bitch?"

"Well, yeah..."

"So you seen dick? You prolly felt some other nigga's cum on yo' dick, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"So you ain't turn faggot, did you?" Thumper said. As if to prove his words, he thwacked his limp dick against Harley's thigh. Harley jumped back, bumping into the wall. Thumper laughed and began soaping himself up. "I gotcha, nigga," he said. He started rubbing his sudsy hands all over Harley's body.

"Thumper..." Harley didn't want to sound like he was whining, but he couldn't think of any macho way to complain about this. He didn't want to sound like a pussy, after all. He could do nothing more than look down at his body as Thumper pawed all over it with his soapy hands.

"What? You wanna complain about yo' living conditions? You could always turn yo'self in," Thumper said. He frowned as his hands slipped over Harley's ass and slid between his legs.

"No, I mean... It's just a material witness warrant," he said.

"Oh. Well, there's a police station right down the street, nigga," Thumper said. But he didn't stop caressing Harley's body, not until he had covered every inch in suds and rinsed him off.

"I don't wanna turn myself in," Harley said with a sigh.

"Then quit bitchin'," Thumper said. He slapped Harley on the ass. "Okay, you done, nigga. Get on out there. Don't put any clothes on."

Harley had gotten out of the shower before his words hit Harley's mind. "Wait, what?"

"Don't get dressed, nigga," he said, joining Harley in front of the sink. He angled his body as he pushed past so that their dicks touched; Harley winced and faced away as though it was painful. "Just go wait out there."

"Uh... naked?"

Thumper growled. "This is business, Harley. I expect you to do as I say when it comes to our business. No questions, no hesitation. For sex, you can say no, but not in business. That okay?"

"Uh... yeah," Harley said. He breathed easier as Thumper smiled, patted him on the cheek and left the bathroom.

The weird thing was, he thought as he walked into the living room, that he liked getting naked in front of others normally. Harley had a six-pack, a plump ass and a big cock -- he was always finding reasons to get naked at parties. He liked intimidating men and attracting women that way.

But now he felt vulnerable once again. He was glad the apartment was warm at least, so he didn't have to worry about his dick shrinking. Just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Harley panicked, both at the thought that it could be the police and the idea that whoever it was would see him naked. He moved to hide in his room, but Thumper stopped him.

"Nah. Stay here," Thumper said. "That's Shifty and Mario."

"Oh, okay..." Harley tried to look nonchalant about being naked. Shifty and Mario were two more high-ranking thugs in the Nine Tats; they worked for Thumper. Harley only vaguely knew them.

"Yo, hey, nigga, wuzzup."

"Thumper, my man, how you doin'?"

"What's crackin'?"

They were both loud, attention-grabbing men, and they exchanged dap with Thumper as they walked in. They both stopped and looked at Harley, who stood, cock conspicuously out while he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He tried to look confident, but he could tell he came across like a weakling and a pussy, maybe even like he was Thumper's boyfriend.

Then they both burst into laughter. Mario laughed so hard he couldn't speak, while Shifty chuckled and exchanged sympathetic eyes with Harley. Harley wondered if they were surprised -- their reaction seemed cruel and judgmental and genuine, but it did not seem at all surprised. Did Thumper routinely take in young men on the run and fuck them? Harley didn't think so, if only because Shifty and Mario wouldn't work with a gay thug, or so he hoped.

"Why you naked?!"

"Thumper made me!" Harley said, blushing.

"Shut up!" Thumper barked. He came in the middle and smiled at Harley. "Don't worry, nigga. They woulda made you strip anyway, to make sure you wasn't wearin' a wire. They just laughing cuz they's a bunch of dickheads, and they insecure cuz they ain't got a nice body like you."

His harsh tone made Mario and Shifty stop laughing, though they continued to make humorous expressions at each other when Thumper wasn't looking. Thumper eyed them like they were rebellious servants, and then all four sat down at Thumper's direction. Thumper and Harley were on one couch, so close that Harley's thigh pressed against Thumper's.

"Alright, what's up wit' dem Ninth Avenue boys?" Thumper asked when they were situated.

"They stop, man," Mario said with a big smile. "It worked. Jamie Jay went away, no one know where he at. The others is still hangin' around, but they ain't sling shit. They say they just lost they connect, that they lookin' for more. But everyone knows they ain't comin' back."

"Good, good."

"Willie Miles is still out there."

"That part ain't so good," Thumper said. "We need to do somethin' 'bout that nigga."

"You want me to pop him?" Harley asked. He wanted to get into this conversation, to establish himself as a real nigga, a playa. But he succeeded only in looking like an overeager child. Shifty chuckled and Harley blushed.

"Nah. You too much of a prettyboi to be poppin' niggas," Thumper said. "You got girls to seduce and shit. Gonna turn you into a pimp." He smiled at Shifty and Mario, then looked back to Harley and pointed to the floor sternly. "Go on and do some push-ups, nigga. This conversation ain't about you anyway."

"Push-ups? Why? I-"

"What'd I tell you about asking questions?"

"Uh... Sorry..." Harley said. He blushed a bright red as he got on the ground. He didn't mind doing push-ups, but he didn't much like Thumper's eyes on his ass either. His tone was distracted now, as though he couldn't think about anything but Harley's ass twinkling as he pushed up and down.

"So what are we gonna do about Miles? Huh? Thumper?"

"Yo, Thumper-"

"Kill him," Thumper said. "You two do it." His voice was still distracted, and the other two held back awkward giggling. It was apparent he continued to focus on Harley doing push-ups, ignoring the meeting. "Keep yo' back straight, nigga," he said. He got on his knees to put his hand on Harley's lower back.

"That it, then?" Shifty asked.

"Yeah, go on, get out," Thumper said absent-mindedly.

Mario and Shifty virtually ran out the door. It seemed they knew what was happening here and wanted to get out before it began. Harley had no sooner heard the door slam shut before Thumper got on the ground in front of him.

"Keep doin' push-ups," Thumper said. "I'm just gonna jack off." He pulled his shorts down, and his fat black cock popped out. It was already rock-hard and glistening with precum. He sat in front of Harley, whose eyes were trained directly on Thumper's big dick. If he did any more push-ups, his mouth and face would touch Thumper's cock.

"Yo, Thumper, I, uh..."

"Keep on doing push-ups, nigga. You ain't done," Thumper said. He caressed Harley's hair, gently pressing down on his head.

A part of Harley wanted to get up and run out of the apartment. If he weren't naked, he might have done so. But that would hardly be keeping a low profile, he thought. Maybe this won't be so bad...

He lowered himself, gagging even before his face touched that limp, clammy dick. He lifted himself right back up as soon as he was done. Thumper began stroking his dick, which was almost instantly hard.

"You ain't go down all the way, nigga. That ain't a proper push-up," Thumper said. He frowned and placed one hand on the back of Harley's head. He pushed a little more forcefully.

Harley's shoulders burned as he lowered himself. This time Thumper's dick extended straight up as though he was going to stab Harley in the face with it. Harley tried to shift his head to either side but Thumper kept a tight grip on his hair.

As soon as that first inch of cockmeat slid into his mouth, both men began moving and writhing. Harley gagged on the salty flavor, while Thumper moaned and threw his head back. He lowered himself as deep as he could manage, but Thumper held him there so he couldn't raise back up.

"Oh, you wanna suck some dick, huh? I ain't ask fo' that, but I don't nevuh turn it down," Thumper said with a dry, throaty chuckle.

A part of Harley wanted to stop and tell him that if he didn't want it, Harley wasn't going to do it. But he knew Thumper would just find some other way to get him to do it, and in any case, Thumper held his head in place on Thumper's cock.

Salty precum flooded Harley's mouth and dripped down his throat. He sputtered, trying to keep from spitting up and making a mess, but he couldn't help his body's frenzied reaction.

Thumper pushed on the back of his head a little harder each time Harley went down. After a few more push-ups, Harley found this whole position too strenuous -- he was still supporting himself on his hands, his whole body shaking as he struggled. He lowered himself to his knees and elbows.

"Okay, baby, you pretty good at suckin' dick," Thumper said. "But we gonna go a little farther. You know how to deep-throat, right?"

He pulled Harley off by the hair. Harley gasped and wiped away the spit dripping from his mouth. He blushed. "Uh... Thumper... you know... I ain't gay or nothin'-"