Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) (3 page)

"Then why you suck dick?"

"You made me!"

"I ain't make you do jack shit," Thumper said. "You just started, on yo' own." He picked up Harley's head by the hair and kissed him on the face. Then he grinned. "You kiss like a gayboy. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' bein' no faggot, man. You can just admit it-"

"I ain't a faggot!"

"Well you suck dick like one," he said. "You wanna suck dick on yo' knees? That's how a real nigga does it."

"What?"

"Sit up," Thumper said. He stood while Harley sat on his knees. That put his head right at Thumper's crotch height. Harley had no sooner realized that was happening when Thumper slammed his dick all the way. He laughed as Harley retched and gagged on the sweaty flavor. "Alright, this part ain't easy, but you'll get through it. Relax yo' throat, nigga." He kept repeating that as he pistoned his hips.

Slamming his dick all the way into Harley's unyielding throat, Thumper groaned and grunted. He held Harley's head tightly in position. Harley felt like more of a sex-toy than a person, like his throat was just being used as a pocket-pussy.

"You fightin' me, nigga. I don't like that," Thumper said. "I know this is harsh, but I only get head one way. I don't believe in making that easy. It shouldn't be easy -- it's in the Bible, y'know, nigga. Gotta punish the fornicators by chokin' the man out of 'em."

Harley couldn't breathe, which made him tighten and flail. Despite that, Thumper managed work his dick a little deeper each time he thrust his hips down. His hands instinctively gripped Thumper's hairy black ass, which jiggled as they both shook.

"You got a seductive little mouth, prettyboi. Don't try to pretend you ain't want this. You been beggin' me fo' it. I saw the way you makin' faces at me when you come out of yo' room in yo' shorts. That was real pretty, you tried to make me fuck you in the ass, in the light of day. But I ain't like that. Nosirree, nigga, I don't fuck all sinful-like, like that," he paused, leaned his head back and grunted. He lightly tapped Harley on the cheek and rubbed his neck. "I's gonna blow my nut now, nigga. You gonna taste it, you gonna feel my spermies tryin'-a impregnate yo' tongue. Don't worry, I'm doin' this cuz you deserve it, that's why. Dressin' all slut-like. You swallow that nut, nigga. Don't disrespect me by spittin' none of it. Got it?"

And then cum sprayed down his throat before Harley could even think about answering. Thumper waited until the flow began, then gripped Harley's nostrils with one hand and used the other to force his head all the way down, until his nose pressed into the soft part of Thumper's fleshy crotch.

He shot a huge load, the salty flavor so intense it brought tears to Harley's eyes. He gagged uncontrollably, spitting up big balls of saliva and bile that mixed with Thumper's cum and ran down his cockshaft. The pressure was intense as Harley's lungs cried out for oxygen.

At last it was over. Thumper held on with his dick in Harley's throat until he was soft, then at last pulled out, just as Harley began to get dizzy from lack of oxygen. He spat up a huge ball of fluids, which spilled all over his chest.

Even before he stopped choking and coughing, Harley was kissed by Thumper, who simply bent over, opened his mouth wide and planted it on Harley's face. He didn't seem to care that he was tasting his own cum and Harley's saliva, and his big mouth was so wide that his tongue not only entered Harley's mouth but also licked his lips and a big swathe of his cheeks.

Then he pulled out, lightly tapped Harley on the face and smiled. "Go on and clean yo'self up, nigga. Then get back to yo' workout. You seduced me to get out of doin' yo' work, but I ain't that easily distracted. Don't bother puttin' clothes on neither. I wanna watch."

CHAPTER THREE

Handsome Nigga

That next night, Thumper left him alone. He demanded a handjob the evening after that, and another blowjob two days later. But he didn't come to Harley at night or fuck him in the ass again, which helped Harley feel a little safer as he settled in to Thumper's apartment. As disgusting as the blowjobs were, nothing was worse than the pain and humiliation that came from getting fucked in the ass that first night. He felt trapped in the tiny two-bedroom apartment. He didn't have anything vital to do outside, but he still felt cramped, like he wanted nothing more than to run in the wind and feel the sun on his face.

After a week, Harley woke up very early one morning. Thumper slid into his bed again, pushing Harley over to make room. He nuzzled his face in the crook of Harley's neck, and let his hand caress Harley's chest.

"Hey, Hernan," he said. "Sorry to wake you. I just had a dream about eating a girl's pussy-" That sounded like a lie, Harley thought. But Thumper kept going without a second thought. "And I needed you, my pretty little man."

"Thumper..."

"You wanna be my boyfriend?"

"What?!" Harley sat up. Being on the downlow was one thing, but he was no man's boyfriend.

Thumper grabbed him by shoulder and pushed him back down onto his back on the bed. Thumper chuckled and growled. "Now, don't worry, nothin' will change. I ain't no kinda faggot, y'know."

"Thumper...-"

"Hush. Lemme talk, boy," he said. "I ain't from yo' generation. In my time, we had 'em both. E'ry nigga who mattered had a girl with a pussy to smash up and a boy to fuck around wit' when doin' business." Thumper kissed Harley, whose entire body was stiff. Thumper humped his rock-hard dick against Harley's thigh, then mounted his body so their dicks jousted. Thumper kissed Harley again. Harley didn't believe Thumper's words at all -- he knew men back then may have been more comfortable with man-on-man contact (Harley's father said he and his friends had rented a room with half as many bedrooms as they wanted, and they all had to share a bed with each other), but they didn't just have boyfriends. They used to beat up gay guys, he thought. But Thumper repeated himself as he kissed Harley's neck, moving down to his chest. "You are so pretty..."

"Thumper... I ain't gay, you know that, right? I know I told you that..."

"I know. I ain't gay neither, nigga," Thumper said. His voice was grim and stoic, like he was waiting to see if Harley would argue with him about it. "I just can't stop fuckin' you. You too pretty."

"I ain't pretty!"

"Handsome then, you handsome, nigga? You mixed, right? Half-Latino or some shit?"

"Yeah."

"I love mixed-race niggas. Say somethin' sexy in Spanish."

"Uh..
.
¡No me toques
!
"

"I always toque, motherfucker," he said with a smile. He wrapped one hand around Harley's dick and squeezed, just hard enough to be uncomfortable. Harley squirmed. "If you agree to be my boyfriend, I still won't tell no one, alright? It'll be our secret."

"Thumper-"

"And I'll suck you off," he said.

A long pause ensued.

"What?" Harley asked.

"I'll show you. I'll suck you off now, and you can decide when I'm done if you wanna be my secret-downlow-boyfriend," he said. Then his mouth encircled Harley's dick, and Harley spasmed in shock.

Thumper went right down to the root of Harley's dick, as though he was experienced at it. He was bigger than Harley, who felt even smaller next to his hulking frame and wide asscheeks, which trembled in the air as he sucked. Thumper kept his ass up like he was waiting for someone to fuck him.

Sure enough, before Harley even fully processed what was happening, Thumper guided Harley's hand to his ass. Harley gulped nervously. His finger slid between Thumper's sweaty asscheeks, the kinky hairs there matted to his skin. The whole asscrack was like a swampy jungle, Harley thought, gagging as his finger pushed into Thumper's asshole.

That sensation was so disgusting and overwhelming that Harley barely noticed his own dick get hard in Thumper's mouth. Thumper slathered spit up and down the shaft and gurgled as he deep-throated it. Harley had to admit it was the best blowjob of his life.

"Yeah, nigga..." he murmured, blushing. Thumper looked up at him, lips pursed tight around Harley's dick, and he smiled at Harley's pleasured reaction.

Harley's heart sped up and his breathing grew more shallow; he instinctively flailed, grabbing Thumper's head then letting go because those cornrows felt so masculine that Harley couldn't pretend it was a girl on his dick. He gripped the bed beneath himself instead. He bit his lip as pleasure overwhelmed him.

When Harley's dick spasmed and his balls crawled up in his sac, Thumper lifted his head off Harley's cock. In one smooth motion, Thumper scooted forward, keeping Harley's finger in his ass as he went.

He hefted both cocks in both of his hands. Harley was disappointed, as he really wanted to cum down Thumper's throat like Thumper had been doing to him, but Thumper's moist hands stroked both dicks with such precision and enthusiasm that Harley's orgasm continued.

"Here we go, nigga..." Thumper said with a low, voice-breaking moan.

They both came right then. Harley moaned and grunted in disgust, his finger still in Thumper's clenched ass, as cum sprayed over his chest and belly. Thumper shot a huge load as he always did, and their semen mixed on Harley's lithe chest.

"Ugh, that's a big one, yessuh, nigga, yeah!" Thumper said, chuckling at his own orgasm. His hands rubbed across his own hairy chest.

Harley looked down at his glistening skin and gagged when the scent of cum hit his nostrils. He looked up at Thumper and had to hold back tears -- he was never going to feel clean again, he thought.

He didn't stop gagging as Thumper leaned down and licked his chest clean, paying special attention to each nipple. Thumper moaned as though he loved the taste of the semen that coated Harley's skin. He explored every inch of Harley's body, then kissed him with cum-dripping lips. The salty flavor of cum and body-sweat mingled with Thumper's saliva in Harley's mouth, and he writhed beneath Thumper's body.

Then Thumper finally pulled away. "Alright, so is that a yes, nigga?"

"What?"

"You gonna be my boyfriend, right?" His hand gently caressed Harley's neck.

"Uh... Fine... Just... keep doing this, okay? I'll suck your dick if you suck mine," Harley said. He didn't really like that idea, but it was better than the alternative.

Thumper smiled and hopped out of bed. "Sounds perfect, nigga. I'll bottom every Sunday. Sleep well." He walked out the door of Harley's bedroom, leaving Harley there alone to clean himself off and wonder what kind of a relationship he had just gotten himself into.

CHAPTER FOUR

Pussy Wrecker

Harley wondered if Thumper was bisexual. He had very nearly come to the conclusion that Thumper was gay, but now Thumper had arranged for some hetero sex. So maybe, Harley thought, he wasn't actually gay.

Of course, the sex wasn't ideal from Harley's point-of-view -- it was a gangbang. Mario, Shifty, Thumper and Harley were all going to fuck the girl, who was a rather slutty-looking white chick with dyed red hair and nice big tits. Her ass was perfectly sized, and her pussy looked tight, Harley thought as she danced for them.

He had had gangbangs before, of course. He had one been the nineteenth guy to fuck this one slut -- that had been gross, and he only did it because he wanted to prove how macho he was -- and he had gotten through that. But he had a feeling there would be more man-on-man contact this time. During the twenty-person gangbang before, Harley had accidentally touched another man's cock and he had gone into the bathroom to wash the precum off his hand. It wasn't going to work out that way this time though, he thought.

Thumper took his dick out first. He was half-hard, stroking as he watched the girl dance; his eyes were a little too focused, like he was trying to prove that he watched her dance instead of watching Harley.

The smell of cocksweat filled the air as Shifty and Mario took their dicks out too. Harley sighed deeply and did likewise. He really thought being on the run would include a lot more crime and a lot less sex. At least there was a woman here.

"Okay, baby, you sit on my cock, okay?" Thumper said, leaning back on the motel bed. He placed a hand on the girl's back. She nodded and giggled, excited. Thumper smiled back at her. "You like anal, right? We gonna dp the fuck outta you!"

She blushed and smiled. She hid her face in Mario's chest (he was who brought her here) and watched as Thumper took off his clothes and laid down on the bed. She lowered her ass onto his cock, grimacing as it slid in. Harley could sympathize with her pained expression, not that he would admit that.

"Harley, come on and lick her pussy," Thumper said. Mario and Shifty laughed as they got in position for her to suck their dicks. Harley blushed but did as he was told, getting on his knees between her legs. He wanted to argue -- no nigga ate a girl out while she was being fucked in the ass -- but he knew Thumper would win that argument.

Her pussy was fat and juicy, inviting, delicious. He wanted to lick it, he really did, but she was still sitting on Thumper's dick. That meant his balls hung just below her, and his shaft was right there as well. Harley could smell Thumper's ballsweat as he put his mouth on her clit. It smelled more like penis than vagina.

But the more he complained, the more attention he'd draw to the fact that he was doing what he didn't really want to. So he just licked -- her pussy tasted like pussy, after all, and once he began he couldn't see Thumper's genitals, just her pussy. The fact that he could hear moist squishing as she rode Thumper's dick made his stomach churn, but he managed to get through it.

Above his head, Thumper had demanded Mario and Shifter get their blowjobs on the same side of her -- they had wanted to stand on opposite sides of her head so she could trade back and forth on sucking their dicks.

"Nah, you niggas joust, that's how real thugs gangbang," Thumper said.

"Thumper, that's fucking gross! They only do that in porno, no one does it in real life-"

"Shut up, nigga," Thumper said with a growl. That shut them both up. They avoided looking at each other as the girl grabbed both cockshafts. They each spasmed as though it hurt to touch each other's dicks.

Meanwhile, Thumper's hands roamed over to the back of Harley's head. He held it in place as though letting the girl facefuck him, though she was so distracted by the pressure in her ass that all she did was submit to Thumper pounding her.

Then Thumper's dick accidentally slipped out as she rode him -- or maybe it wasn't much of an accident, Harley had a feeling Thumper arranged for it to happen. Regardless, Thumper's dick left a trail of assjuice on Harley's chest and chin. He managed to pull away before he actually tasted it, but it was still a gross sensation.

Thumper chuckled. "Alright, Harley, stick it in her pussy."

She giggled and squirmed on Thumper's cock, spreading her legs for Harley. He managed to forget the ass and precum smeared over his chest, as he approached her pussy.

It was a nice pussy, but it was substantially loose, Harley realized as he pushed in. She must have been gangbanged a few times before. But he hadn't had sex with a woman since before moving in with Thumper, so he was happy to get some trim.

"Can you do some double vag action?" Thumper asked, whispering into her ear.

She giggled and blushed yet again. She pulled both Mario and Shifty's cocks out of her mouth and thwacked both precum-leaking shafts against each other. Again, Mario and Shifty jerked as though touching was painful.

"Shifty, put it in her pussy," Thumper said. "We gonna get real nasty."

"Aw, Thumper, can't we take turns?"

"Shut the fuck up, nigga. We ain't got time to take turns."

"Time?! Thumper... It'd be quicker to take turns. We ain't in a hurry anyway," Shifty said. Then he spasmed as Thumper grabbed him by the cock. Shifty leaned back, looking down at his erect dick spasming in Thumper's fingers.

"I ain't playin' wit' you, nigga," Thumper said. He gave that dick a stroke. Harley's mind raced as Thumper and Shifty mean-mugged each other -- was Thumper threatening to stroke Shifty off if he didn't do as Thumper said? Couldn't Shifty just walk away? What kind of a threat was that?

But whatever went on between them, it resulted in Shifty shaking his head, muttering about "nasty niggas" as he got behind Harley. Harley shuddered in disgust as Shifty's muscular chest touched his back. Shifty's fingers pushed Harley's balls out of the way, and his hard shaft touched Harley's as it pushed into her pussy.

It was definitely tighter, Harley thought, but no more pleasant. All his mind focused on was the hard cock next to his own, not the soft, hot pussy he enjoyed. He was intensely aware of Shifty's muscles writhing behind him.

"Yeah, nigga, fuck that bitch!" Thumper said, clapping Shifty on the back. From his vantage point, Harley couldn't see what Thumper was doing, but from Shifty's awkward reaction, he suspected Thumper was rubbing Shifty's back and ass.

Then Shifty yelped. His dick spasmed next to Harley's, making Harley moan in disgust -- disgust because that spasming made his own dick come that much closer to orgasm, which made Harley feel more like he was fucking Shifty than the girl in whose vagina they both remained.

"Thumper... Could you...?" Shifty's voice was pinched and tight, which Harley suspected was because Thumper had plunged a finger into his ass.

"You want me to stick a second finger in?" Thumper said. "I'll do that, nigga, if that's what you want." Then Shifty squirmed and gasped right into Harley's ear. He gripped Harley's body, putting him in a bear hug that made Harley yelp.

"Thumper! That is some faggoty shit!"

"No it ain't," Thumper said. He smiled. He pulled his hand out of Shifty's ass and brought to the girl's face. "This bitch is all kinds of nasty, ain't she? You wanna suck Shifty's ass off my fingers, slut?"

"Yeah!" she said, and she did. Harley was disgusted by that, and by the smell of Shifty's ass, which emanated from Thumper's hand.

"You gonna nut, Mario?" Thumper asked, suddenly moving his free hand to Mario's shaft, which the girl sucked on once she was done with Thumper's fingers. Mario looked away and frowned as Thumper gave his dick a few strokes.

"Uh... yeah," Mario said. "If you stop jerkin' it, nigga. I can't cum with a man on my dick."

"You ain't gotta," Thumper said. "Shoot yo' load on her pussy. Give dem niggas a little more lube."

"What?!" Harley and Shifty both said at once. Harley felt Shifty's dick throb as they both realized what Thumper was proposing. This already felt like the gayest gangbang ever, Harley thought, he didn't want to also get his cock coated in cum.

Thumper laughed at their reaction. "What? I know you niggas need some help fuckin' that bitch. She loose as shit."

"Then we don't need more lube, Thumper!" Shifty said. "Lube don't make nothing tighter."

But his complaints didn't matter. Thumper just chuckled and resumed "helping" Mario aim his dick into the girl's mouth. Her hands felt up Harley's muscular chest, but all he could see was Mario's plump brown ass right in front of his face. Harley felt like he was in a gay gangbang -- every way he looked was either Mario's or Shifty's body, and all he could hear was Thumper constantly barking out orders. He smelled male armpits and caught only an occasional glimpse of the girl, aside from the few inches of flesh between her pussy and Mario's ass atop her tits.

Then Mario turned around. Harley looked on in horror as Thumper stroked Mario's dick from behind, and Mario's muscles flexed all at once. He groaned and grunted beneath Thumper's touch, and sprayed cum all over Harley's dick.

At the same time, just as he writhed in shock at the sight of cum dripping from his shaft, Harley felt a surge of fluids from behind him. At first he thought that was Shifty shooting his load, then realized it was actually Thumper -- he had pulled out of the girl's ass and shot his load right into the mess of juicy cocks in her pussy.

Now there was a loud squishing sound. Harley wanted to vomit, but he couldn't imagine leaving right now -- he'd never blueballed himself in the past and didn't want to start now. Two men's loads dripped through his shaft and Shifty's, as Hernan writhed beneath Shifty's corded muscles.

"Come on, nigga, you got it!"

Harley leaned forward while Shifty gritted his teeth and fucked harder. He slammed his dick in and out, ignoring the gulching, moist sounds that came from her cum-dripping pussy. Harley had no sensation of touching her pussy right now, all he felt was Shifty's cock, the cum coating his shaft and Thumper's hand tweaking his nipples. As he leaned forward, his face bumped into Mario's sweaty pecs, and Harley got a faceful of chest hair.

"Can I fuck her in the ass now?" Shifty asked, his voice resigned but frantic as he approached orgasm.

"Hell yeah!" she said, out of breath, exhilarated. Her voice sounded distant to Harley, like she might as well have been in a different room entirely.

"Nah," Thumper said. "Wreck her pussy."

Shifty sighed like he was annoyed, but he didn't disobey. He sped up his fucking, and Harley could feel the orgasm in his cockshaft. The veins pulsated against Harley's own dick. "Oh god," Harley murmured. It felt like he was being fucked all over again, just without the pain this time.

Soon enough, Shifty filled her pussy with his juice. Harley felt every moment of his climax in Shifty's muscles writhing against Harley's back and his cock spraying his juices all over Harley's meat. Shifty gasped right into Harley's ear.

Then it was over. Harley wasn't sure he'd be able to cum with his dick in this loose pussy by itself, but he was glad that Shifty had finished. Shifty began pulling out, but Thumper stopped him.

"Nah, don't pull out," Thumper said. His hand remained on Shifty's dick, keeping it in place even as it went limp. That meant Shifty awkwardly writhed with sensitivity.

Harley was disgusted, his stomach roiling, and the worst part was that his cock didn't seem to feel the same way the rest of his body did -- the friction from rubbing against Shifty's cum-dripping cock was enough to keep him going. Thumper didn't let anyone move away, so Harley was still sandwiched between Shifty behind him and Mario in front.

But it turned out his body was farther along than his mind. Harley closed his eyes, ignoring Thumper's fingers dancing along his asscrack. He barely even felt the pain when Thumper's pinkie pushed into his ass.

He would later assure himself that it wasn't the finger-in-the-ass that caused his orgasm, but his load did begin just moments after Thumper penetrated him. He moaned, the orgasm nearly painful it was so awkward. He filled her pussy with his seed. Despite it being uncomfortable, he felt so much passion that his muscles went limp, which forced his face down and into Mario's crotch. For a moment, Harley tasted dicksweat, cum and the girl's drying saliva.

"Yeah, nigga, that was good, real good and nasty!" Thumper called out.

Harley pulled away, wiping his face off, as Thumper smacked each man's ass in turn, like a coach telling his player they had a good game. Shifty and Mario pulled off her, slapping Harley on the shoulder as they went. Soon Harley stood there alone, the only naked person in the room while everyone else undressed. Harley's eyes were fixed on his dick, which was white with other men's cum. He wanted to wipe it off, but couldn't think of any way to do so that wouldn't result in him spreading cum all over his hands.

But then Thumper took charge of it. He grabbed a handful of tissues, wrapped a hand over Harley's dick and smiled as Harley squirmed. He cleaned off Harley's dick amid the snorting laughter of Shifty and Mario.