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

He nodded with satisfaction.
    "That it?"
    "Uh... I mean, there's storage back there, I think."
    Dwayne chuckled. There was some scattered laughter from elsewhere in the shop. "Damn, nigga, you need to pick up on some goddamn hints," Dwayne said, loud enough that everyone could hear. They all laughed. Dwayne stood up and took his apron off. Then he spoke as though making a grand announcement, "I would like you to suck my cock now, in the back room. Damn... I try to be discrete and shit, fuck!" He stalked off towards the backroom before even waiting for Walter to agree.
    Laughter filled the shop. Walter blushed, but followed Dwayne, entranced by the swaggerous lean to his step. Dwayne shook his head -- it seemed he would have preferred to not make a scene about this, but now everyone was watching him go back there.
    As soon as he shut the door behind himself, Dwayne frowned at Walter. "You gonna eat my nut, right? I don't like it when bitches spit it out. That's disrespec'ful."
    "I would never spit it out," Walter said. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips, which made Dwayne shudder in anticipation.
    "Good. Git on your knees, bitch," he said with a leer. "Get busy."
    Walter did so. He could hear laughter out in the main part of the shop -- it sounded like they were teasing Dwayne, presumably thinking their words would carry. But all Walter heard was a jumble of laughter and murmuring.
    As Walter had suspected would happen, Dwayne didn't drop his pants. He just let his cock flop out the fly of his sagging jeans. A lot of gangstas didn't take their clothes off for a man (and not even for most women) so that they could still run away if they needed to -- or so they said, Walter had long suspected a lot of them were embarrassed of their chicken legs, since they only ever worked out their glamour muscles.
    The tip of Dwayne's cock pulsated in Walter's mouth. Walter knew exactly how to get Dwayne to fuck the way Walter wanted to fuck, and he started by just sucking on the tip -- frustrating him by not deep-throating would get Dwayne excited about fucking Walter's throat. He gripped Dwayne's thighs through his jeans.
    Gradually, Dwayne began flexing his hips to hump Walter's mouth. "Come on, nigga, suck on it, don't just play wit' it," Dwayne said over and over. At last he got the hint that he would need to fuck Walter's throat -- exactly what Walter wanted all along.
    That was what it took for his cock to stiffen up the rest of the way, until it was an iron rod jamming right down his throat. Walter choked up a mountain of spit that dripped down Dwayne's shaft -- he knew from personal experience that thugs like Dwayne enjoyed lots of spit and gagging. They liked to know that sucking their cock was difficult.
    And it was difficult -- it was also sexy and delicious and Walter loved every bit of it, but it did have a sour, sweaty flavor, and it made him gag every time Dwayne daggered himself into Walter's throat.
    His phone rang. Dwayne wrinkled his nose, annoyed, and he almost didn't answer it. After a few rings, however, he did. "Yo, what?" He sounded angry at being interrupted.
    Walter heard laughter again from the main part of the shop, braying guffaws of embarrassment being covered up with cockiness. Someone from the shop was calling Dwayne, he realized, though he couldn't hear the voice.
    "Yeah, nigga. You know what I'm doin'. Shut the fuck up. I know you done it too, nigga. Don't you lie to me! Last Christmas, motherfucker, at yo' momma's party. That Latin gayboy took you in- Don't gimme that shit, you ain't just smoke a bowl wit' him. You ain't in the habit of smokin' bowls with strange queers, nigga, and you told me right afterward he sucked yo' balls dry."
    Everyone in the barbershop cheered. Walter was distracted by the powerful flavor of precum coating his tongue, but he got the impression the phone in the shop was on speaker, so everyone heard what Dwayne said. The person who dialed must have been embarrassed.