Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) by Marcus Greene Page A
Authors: Marcus Greene
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night?"
"Right. During the day, I'll call yo u Harle y , just in case anyone can hear," Thumper said. His bare thick thigh brushed up against Hernan, who felt small and weak.
He squirmed. "Get off me, nigga-"
"What?!" Thumper barked, suddenly menacing. He rolled Harley over so he was on his side as well, and they were spooning. Harley yelped and moved some more, but Thumper held him tight and put him in a chokehold. "Quit movin', nigga."
"Quit playin', Thumper! Get yo' hand off me!"
"I ain't playin'," Thumper said. "Go limp, motherfucker." He throttled Harley until he managed to calm himself down and go limp. Then Thumper kissed him in the back of the neck. "I ain't gonna hurt you."
"Good, cuz I'll-"
"Shut yo' mouth, nigga. I know you ain't about to say somethin' disrespectful to the man who is lettin' you stay here, rent-free," Thumper said. He paused for a long time, giving Harley time to say something. Harley couldn't think of anything he wanted to say that wouldn't insult Thumper. His mind was intensely focused on the kinky salt-and-pepper chest hairs brushing up against his back.
"Thumper..."
"You ever fuck around on the downlow, prettyboy?"
"No..."
"I don't believe you," Thumper said with a chuckle. He was right, technically, Harley and his buddies had exchanged blowjobs once. But Harley had never told anyone that and didn't acknowledge it. Thumper kissed his neck again. "But that's okay. You ain't gotta tell me. Don't you worry, I ain't makin' you into my bitch. You still a nigga, nigga."
"Thumper-!"
"Hush, yo' man is speakin'," Thumper said. "When we talk business tomorrow, I won't bring it up, okay? No one is gonna know we fuck around. What happens at night in Thumper's apartment didn't happen during the day."
"What? That don't make sense-"
"Just say it with me." Thumper's heavy breathing erupted in chuckles, his hot breath condensing on Harley's cheek. "What happens at night in Thumper's apartment didn't happen during the day."
Harley breathed deeply. "What happens at night in Thumper's apartment didn't happen during the day."
"Good. You wanna kiss me?"
"Ew, no-"
"Okay, okay, you can say no. I respect yo' decisions, Hernan," he said. He licked Harley's cheek from lips to forehead like a cat cleaning its young. Harley shuddered.
He shuddered again as Thumper's hot cock pushed between his asscheeks. Harley squirmed in Thumper's chokehold, which wasn't tight -- Harley could have theoretically squirmed away if he tried. But he decided it was easier just to submit. He'd be able to find a different place to crash later, and he could always go home to mom if he just wanted to give up on being a gangbanger.
"Don't worry, I ain't tryin'-a hurt cha," Thumper said, whispering into Harley's ear.
Harley opened his mouth to respond, but then Thumper pushed his dick into Harley's asshole. He bucked and squirmed as pain shot up his back, his muscular shoulders writhing beneath Thumper's broad chest.
"Make some sounds like a girl," Thumper said. That sent a wave of humiliation through Harley as a few more inches of cock squeezed into him. He mewled and groaned, squirming in Thumper's arms. Thumper grunted in such a sexual way it gave Harley goosebumps. "Yeah, just like that. Make some noise, boi. You past the worst part. You doin' real great. Samson was right about yo' ass. It's real nice and pretty."
"Samson said...?" Harley's voice broke as the last of Thumper's dick pushed inside him. He held his breath, unable to focus on anything else but the pain radiating from his ass. He had to admit that there was a little teasing ball of pleasure inside him as well, though he didn't want to admit it.
"That's right, nigga, it's okay, you ain't my bitch. We's just fuckin' around on the downlow," he said. "That's why I'm gonna give you a reacharound. I don't give bitches a reacharound." His callused hand wrapped over Harley's shaft. It was still totally soft, and it felt small even if it wasn't. "You gonna thank me for
"Right. During the day, I'll call yo u Harle y , just in case anyone can hear," Thumper said. His bare thick thigh brushed up against Hernan, who felt small and weak.
He squirmed. "Get off me, nigga-"
"What?!" Thumper barked, suddenly menacing. He rolled Harley over so he was on his side as well, and they were spooning. Harley yelped and moved some more, but Thumper held him tight and put him in a chokehold. "Quit movin', nigga."
"Quit playin', Thumper! Get yo' hand off me!"
"I ain't playin'," Thumper said. "Go limp, motherfucker." He throttled Harley until he managed to calm himself down and go limp. Then Thumper kissed him in the back of the neck. "I ain't gonna hurt you."
"Good, cuz I'll-"
"Shut yo' mouth, nigga. I know you ain't about to say somethin' disrespectful to the man who is lettin' you stay here, rent-free," Thumper said. He paused for a long time, giving Harley time to say something. Harley couldn't think of anything he wanted to say that wouldn't insult Thumper. His mind was intensely focused on the kinky salt-and-pepper chest hairs brushing up against his back.
"Thumper..."
"You ever fuck around on the downlow, prettyboy?"
"No..."
"I don't believe you," Thumper said with a chuckle. He was right, technically, Harley and his buddies had exchanged blowjobs once. But Harley had never told anyone that and didn't acknowledge it. Thumper kissed his neck again. "But that's okay. You ain't gotta tell me. Don't you worry, I ain't makin' you into my bitch. You still a nigga, nigga."
"Thumper-!"
"Hush, yo' man is speakin'," Thumper said. "When we talk business tomorrow, I won't bring it up, okay? No one is gonna know we fuck around. What happens at night in Thumper's apartment didn't happen during the day."
"What? That don't make sense-"
"Just say it with me." Thumper's heavy breathing erupted in chuckles, his hot breath condensing on Harley's cheek. "What happens at night in Thumper's apartment didn't happen during the day."
Harley breathed deeply. "What happens at night in Thumper's apartment didn't happen during the day."
"Good. You wanna kiss me?"
"Ew, no-"
"Okay, okay, you can say no. I respect yo' decisions, Hernan," he said. He licked Harley's cheek from lips to forehead like a cat cleaning its young. Harley shuddered.
He shuddered again as Thumper's hot cock pushed between his asscheeks. Harley squirmed in Thumper's chokehold, which wasn't tight -- Harley could have theoretically squirmed away if he tried. But he decided it was easier just to submit. He'd be able to find a different place to crash later, and he could always go home to mom if he just wanted to give up on being a gangbanger.
"Don't worry, I ain't tryin'-a hurt cha," Thumper said, whispering into Harley's ear.
Harley opened his mouth to respond, but then Thumper pushed his dick into Harley's asshole. He bucked and squirmed as pain shot up his back, his muscular shoulders writhing beneath Thumper's broad chest.
"Make some sounds like a girl," Thumper said. That sent a wave of humiliation through Harley as a few more inches of cock squeezed into him. He mewled and groaned, squirming in Thumper's arms. Thumper grunted in such a sexual way it gave Harley goosebumps. "Yeah, just like that. Make some noise, boi. You past the worst part. You doin' real great. Samson was right about yo' ass. It's real nice and pretty."
"Samson said...?" Harley's voice broke as the last of Thumper's dick pushed inside him. He held his breath, unable to focus on anything else but the pain radiating from his ass. He had to admit that there was a little teasing ball of pleasure inside him as well, though he didn't want to admit it.
"That's right, nigga, it's okay, you ain't my bitch. We's just fuckin' around on the downlow," he said. "That's why I'm gonna give you a reacharound. I don't give bitches a reacharound." His callused hand wrapped over Harley's shaft. It was still totally soft, and it felt small even if it wasn't. "You gonna thank me for
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