Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) by Marcus Greene Read Free Book Online

Thumper's grizzled chin rubbing against his own.
    "Oh... Thumper..."
    "Sssh, don't say nothin'," Thumper said. He took hold of Harley's hand and sucked on each finger in turn. Then he dragged that hand between his legs and into the hairy, sweaty crack of his ass. Harley gagged at the feeling of the older man's ass, and he grimaced.
    "What are you doing?"
    "Hush up," he said. "I'm just puttin' yo' finger in my ass. You gonna fuck me tonight, boi. You gonna stick that beautiful cock in my ass."
    "Really?"
    "Fo' real, nigga," he said. "I'm-a be on top though."
    "Okay, fine!" Harley wasn't really looking forward to the sex itself, but it was nice to feel dominant for once. Thumper straddled Harley's crotch and slowly lowered himself onto Harley's dick. He was so much bigger than Harley that it felt like a wild animal was sitting on him, a hairy wild animal with a tight asshole sliding onto his dick.
    Thumper winced as it slid in. Harley felt a bright sense of sexual desire go through his entire body, and he flailed -- not sure where to put his hands, he could do nothing more than grip the bedspread beneath himself. This was all happening very fast, he thought, and he didn't know how Thumper wanted him to respond.
    Harley was glad the lights were turned off, because he got the feeling that the more he saw Thumper's plump brown body, the less aroused he'd be. But he had to admit that Thumper's ass was thick and tight, and if it is was a girl's, it'd be amazing -- the only downside to the ass itself was the thick nest of hair that Harley felt quite distinctly tickling the base of his dick. Every few thrusts he also felt Thumper's balls dragging along his crotch when Thumper was at his nadir, all the way down on Harley's dick.
    "Thumper..." Harley began, not sure how to ask what he wanted to. "Do you think... You think you might be gay?"
    Thumper slapped him across the cheek. "I ain't no kinda faggot, nigga. Not no kind," he said. "I like fuckin' nigga. No, wait, nevuhmind, I like fuckin'. I don't care what I fuck."
    "Right now you ain't fuckin', nigga, you gettin' fucked-"
    "You shut yo' goddamn mouth," Thumper said. "Now jack me off. We just fuckin' around on the downlow. It don't count." He wrapped Harley's hand around his dick. Harley sighed and stroked. At least this was better than sucking on it.
    He was not surprised that Thumper was already hard. He clearly enjoyed this, Harley thought, even if it was also obviously painful for him. Thumper winced with every inch he took inside his ass.
    Harley was also not surprised that Thumper came first. He moaned and clenched his ass around Harley's dick. He leaned forward and kissed Harley on the lips, pushing his tongue in as cum sprayed over Harley's chest.
    He shot a big load, and his body spasming was palpable to Harley's dick, as Thumper's powerful orgasm coursed through his muscles. Harley felt tiny and weak with Thumper's big body atop him, caressing his chest as they kissed.
    Then Harley's own orgasm hit him. He grabbed Thumper's hips as though he could hold him in place, but he didn't need to. Thumper groaned as Harley's cum flowed within him. Intense pleasure rolled through Harley's body, and he clenched the bedspread beneath him.
    They both fell limp. Thumper rolled off him and breathed a sigh of relief. He kissed Harley on the cheek.
    "You so pretty, Hernan," he said.
    "Thumper..."
    "Hush," Thumper said. "I gotta tell you somethin'. Tomorrow, you got some work to do. I gotta assign you a job. You can deal wit' that, right?"
    "Yeah. What is it? You want me to sling some rock?"
    "Nah, it'll be more involved than that. I don't wanna say now. But I might not see much of you anymore."
    "Oh. Okay," Harley said. He didn't want to sound too eager, but he was certainly not going to miss Thumper.
    "I love you, my nigga," he said. "I love you so much, that's why it hurts me to send you away like this." He sat up and lovingly traced the outline of Harley's abs. "I ain't want to... I just