Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) by Marcus Greene Page B
Authors: Marcus Greene
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givin' you a reacharound?"
"Uh... thanks..." Harley said through gritted teeth. He tried to tell him not to, that he didn't really want a reacharound and certainly didn't need to thank Thumper for it, but he struggled to form words with the intense pressure in his ass. That pleasurable sensation kept growing however, and a part of him began to enjoy the feeling.
"You got a nice big dick, nigga. I love fuckin' niggas wit' big-ass dicks. Feels right, ya know?"
"Yeah..." Harley said, though he didn't know that at all, and barely even listened.
"You ain't hard. Why not, nigga?"
"Uh... Cuz it hurts... and I ain't a faggot," he said.
"You don't gotta be a faggot to get hard wit' a dick in yo' ass," he said. He stopped moving. "I wanna feel you cum, okay?"
"What?"
"I like fuckin' big-dick niggas when they cum, they shoot a big load, and I can feel it through they asshole."
"Thumper..."
"You wanna jack yo'self off? Or you want me to do it?"
Harley sighed. He knew he'd cum quicker if he did it, so he took over. With Thumper not moving at all, the pain subsided a little. It didn't go away, and Harley felt it every time he squirmed. But he managed to get himself hard quickly enough.
But then with Thumper whispering in his ear and his chest hair leaving a layer of sweat on Harley's back, he wasn't sure he'd be able to cum.
Much to his surprise, the more he jacked off, the better his ass felt -- the pain remained, but the prostate pleasure grew and grew. He moaned and bit his lip as his orgasm approached.
"You such a pretty nigga..." Thumper said, making Harley twitch.
"Uh... Thumper...?" he asked breathlessly. "Could you not call me pretty?"
But Thumper wasn't listening. He stayed perfectly still as Harley jacked himself off, and Thumper's dick throbbed inside his ass. Thumper grunted as Harley shook, clenching on Thumper's meat.
"Yo' cherry taste real sweet," Thumper said as he licked Harley's face again.
Harley had an instinctual desire to fight him, to reassert his masculinity by challenging Thumper. But he didn't for a couple of reasons: most importantly, the pain was too intense; more rationally, he couldn't help but lose in any challenge to Thumper, who was bigger, stronger, smarter and better-connected; most embarrassingly, Harley simply didn't want to stop, not in this moment.
His ass loosened as Harley moaned in pleasure, blushing when Thumper chuckled in response. The last of Thumper's dick disappeared inside Harley.
"Ain't I learn how to fuck niggas good? Huh? I was in prison for thirty-seven years, nigga, and I can turn any nigga into a faggot for a few minutes at a time. Huh? Ain't you feel that, Hernan?"
Harley shuddered and mumbled no. He refused to consider that the answer might be yes, and he frantically jacked himself off beneath Thumper's big body. The way he kept murmurin g Herna n -- in a very urban American accent, so it sounded more lik e Urna h -- made Hernan shudder with disgust. He could hear Thumper's sexual pleasure in the tenor of his voice.
"You so good, li'l nigga, I ain't even gotta move," Thumper said, "the way you squirm and squeal like a pretty little piggie, that's enough fo' me." He remained still as Hernan stroked himself off, blushing at how easy it was for him to get hard with a cock in his ass.
Of course, Hernan couldn't deny that it felt good for him, beneath the pain. He would, and did, deny it when Thumper asked over and over. But deep inside, Hernan felt mounting pleasure with every thrust of Thumper's dick past his prostate.
It was right at that moment of maximum bliss, when the first drops of cum spewed from his dick, that Thumper finally resumed fucking. "Here it comes, nigga, gonna make you love it one way or anothuh..." He slammed his dick in and out, sending a mind-melting bolt of pain up Harley's spine.
That wasn't enough to cancel out his pleasure, however. Harley grunted and blushed at how loud he was, how much he sounded like a real bitch. But he couldn't stop
"Uh... thanks..." Harley said through gritted teeth. He tried to tell him not to, that he didn't really want a reacharound and certainly didn't need to thank Thumper for it, but he struggled to form words with the intense pressure in his ass. That pleasurable sensation kept growing however, and a part of him began to enjoy the feeling.
"You got a nice big dick, nigga. I love fuckin' niggas wit' big-ass dicks. Feels right, ya know?"
"Yeah..." Harley said, though he didn't know that at all, and barely even listened.
"You ain't hard. Why not, nigga?"
"Uh... Cuz it hurts... and I ain't a faggot," he said.
"You don't gotta be a faggot to get hard wit' a dick in yo' ass," he said. He stopped moving. "I wanna feel you cum, okay?"
"What?"
"I like fuckin' big-dick niggas when they cum, they shoot a big load, and I can feel it through they asshole."
"Thumper..."
"You wanna jack yo'self off? Or you want me to do it?"
Harley sighed. He knew he'd cum quicker if he did it, so he took over. With Thumper not moving at all, the pain subsided a little. It didn't go away, and Harley felt it every time he squirmed. But he managed to get himself hard quickly enough.
But then with Thumper whispering in his ear and his chest hair leaving a layer of sweat on Harley's back, he wasn't sure he'd be able to cum.
Much to his surprise, the more he jacked off, the better his ass felt -- the pain remained, but the prostate pleasure grew and grew. He moaned and bit his lip as his orgasm approached.
"You such a pretty nigga..." Thumper said, making Harley twitch.
"Uh... Thumper...?" he asked breathlessly. "Could you not call me pretty?"
But Thumper wasn't listening. He stayed perfectly still as Harley jacked himself off, and Thumper's dick throbbed inside his ass. Thumper grunted as Harley shook, clenching on Thumper's meat.
"Yo' cherry taste real sweet," Thumper said as he licked Harley's face again.
Harley had an instinctual desire to fight him, to reassert his masculinity by challenging Thumper. But he didn't for a couple of reasons: most importantly, the pain was too intense; more rationally, he couldn't help but lose in any challenge to Thumper, who was bigger, stronger, smarter and better-connected; most embarrassingly, Harley simply didn't want to stop, not in this moment.
His ass loosened as Harley moaned in pleasure, blushing when Thumper chuckled in response. The last of Thumper's dick disappeared inside Harley.
"Ain't I learn how to fuck niggas good? Huh? I was in prison for thirty-seven years, nigga, and I can turn any nigga into a faggot for a few minutes at a time. Huh? Ain't you feel that, Hernan?"
Harley shuddered and mumbled no. He refused to consider that the answer might be yes, and he frantically jacked himself off beneath Thumper's big body. The way he kept murmurin g Herna n -- in a very urban American accent, so it sounded more lik e Urna h -- made Hernan shudder with disgust. He could hear Thumper's sexual pleasure in the tenor of his voice.
"You so good, li'l nigga, I ain't even gotta move," Thumper said, "the way you squirm and squeal like a pretty little piggie, that's enough fo' me." He remained still as Hernan stroked himself off, blushing at how easy it was for him to get hard with a cock in his ass.
Of course, Hernan couldn't deny that it felt good for him, beneath the pain. He would, and did, deny it when Thumper asked over and over. But deep inside, Hernan felt mounting pleasure with every thrust of Thumper's dick past his prostate.
It was right at that moment of maximum bliss, when the first drops of cum spewed from his dick, that Thumper finally resumed fucking. "Here it comes, nigga, gonna make you love it one way or anothuh..." He slammed his dick in and out, sending a mind-melting bolt of pain up Harley's spine.
That wasn't enough to cancel out his pleasure, however. Harley grunted and blushed at how loud he was, how much he sounded like a real bitch. But he couldn't stop
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