Blatino Str8 Trade
Marcus Greene
Copyright 2016
All characters depicted in sexual situations in this publication are eighteen years of age or older.
These stories are about fictional consenting adults engaging in taboo and controversial sexual acts. Nobody involved in the creation of this ebook, including authors, editors and models, support immoral or illegal acts in real life. Cover models are not intended to illustrate specific people and the content does not refer to models' actual acts, identity, history, beliefs or behavior.
CHAPTER ONE
No Place for Girls
Thumper kept his apartment very warm, which was uncomfortable for Hernan. He was used to his own place and its powerful air conditioner that he kept running all summer and most of the spring and autumn. He just preferred it cold.
But he could hardly complain now. This wasn't his home. Hernan -- orHarley, as he was going by more or less exclusively now -- felt like he'd never be able to sleep here. It was better than prison, so he was glad to be here, but still, Harley longed for his mother.
He couldn't think too much about her though. Everyone, including Thumper, thought she was dead. Harley had told everyone he was an orphan so nobody could ever get to him by tracking her down. He could still go to her and hide out there if he needed to.
But he didn't want to. Harley had been slinging rock since high school, and now he was on the run. He wasn't technically a fugitive, but there was a warrant out for him -- it was a material witness warrant. Harley could end up in prison if he refused to testify about certain events he had witnessed, and he had no intention of testifying.
So here he was, living with Wendell "Thumper" White, a former boxer, long-time ex-con and current gangbanger. Thumper was thirty years older than Harley, who felt like a skinny weakling in his presence, though he tried to hide those feelings the best he could.
At least he had a bed to sleep on. Harley lay atop his sheets, sweat beading on his flesh. He wondered how long it would be before he got laid again -- Thumper said he shouldn't leave the apartment at all, for any reason, and Thumper, judging from his reputation, was not likely to bring any girls back for Harley.
The door to his bedroom slowly swayed upon with a loud creak. Thumper stood there in the darkened doorway. He was not a very tall man, but he had that thick-bodied ex-boxer's frame.
"Hey, yo, you awake?" Thumper asked, but his deep, commanding tone and his striding towards the bed suggested he already knew the answer, or didn't care.
"Yeah," Harley said, sitting up.
Thumper stood over Harley's body on the bed. He smiled and sat down on the edge, resting one hand on Harley's smooth chest. He caressed the skin there, and Harley's heart burst into overdrive. What was happening now?
"You feelin' okay?"
"Uh, yeah," Harley said. That wasn't true, of course, he had been anxious in general before Thumper came in his room, and now Harley felt vulnerable because of that specifically. So he definitely did not feel safe right now.
"That's good. I'll keep you safe, Hernan," he said. "Long as you live here wit' me, I keep you safe."
"I'm s'posed to go byHarley all the time now. Samson said not to use my real name-"
"Hush," Thumper said. "What else did Samson tell you?"
"Uh... I mean... he said to keep my mouth shut and shit."
"Yeah. Unless'n I tell you to open it."
"He said to stay here, with you. He said not to leave your apartment," Harley said.
"That's right. Good," he said. He licked his lips as one of his hands began caressing Harley's chest.
"He, uh, said not to call my girlfriend-"
"You got a girlfriend?"
Harley nodded. He felt like kind of an idiot for it -- hardcore thugs like him had multiple bitches, not one serious girlfriend. He hadn't even really loved her though, which was the only thing that might have made a serious-girlfriend reasonable. He was glad to have an excuse to be rid of her.
"This ain't no place for girls," Thumper said. "You gonna be celibate?"
"What's that?"
"It means you don't have sex at all."
"I dunno, I guess so. I was hopin', y'know... Maybe I'd get a whore eventually."
"Nah," Thumper said. "Whores always talk." Then he moved quickly, laying on his side on the edge of the bed. He kept his arm on Harley's body as he did. "Whores always talk, Hernan. That's a real handsome name. I like it. I'm gonna keep calling you that at night, okay?"
"Just at night?"
"Right. During the day, I'll call youHarley, 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. T
hat 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 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 murmuringHernan-- in a very urban American accent, so it sounded more likeUrnah-- 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 himself even if he had wanted to.
"There you go, pretty-nigga, you's clenchin' down now, that's how you do it!" Thumper was enthusiastic as his orgasm hit him like a train, and he grumbled through gritted teeth, muscles roiling atop Hernan's still-spasming body.
Semen sprayed all over Hernan's chest, a bigger wad than he remembered ever shooting before. He writhed, painfully, in Thumper's arms. It coated his skin and seeped in as Thumper, unworried about touching cum, rubbed it in with one hand.
"Nice big load, nigga... I love a nigga who shoot a big load..."
Thumper let out a low, slow groan as he came moments later. Hot cum flowed within Harley, who squirmed despite the pain. It felt like his body was filling up, like Thumper's semen covered his insides.
"There you go, there's my load," he said. "That's how it feels when a bigger nigga cum all up in ya guts. You like that, huh? Do you?"
"Not really..."
"Hush now, don't be mean, I fucked you good," Thumper said. "You got hard right away. You loved it."
"I didn't-"
"Ain't nothin' wrong wit' dat, li'l nigga. You ain't a bitch. We's just fuckin' around on the downlow. We on the downlow-and-nasty trip. Real low, real nasty," he breathed heavily on Harley's face as the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him. He rested his weight on Harley, who was so much smaller he could barely breathe beneath Thumper's heft.
Then he gagged as Thumper scooped up all of Harley's cum from his own chest and smeared it over his face. Thumper chuckled at Harley's frenzied gagged as he grunted and slammed his dick in.
"Eat that up, pretty-man."
Thumper pulled out but left his ass-slimed dick in the crack of Harley's ass. It pulsated there hotly, and left a layer of who-knew-what fluids pooling in Harley's crack. Thumper even used a hand to spread the mess up Harley's finely muscled back.
Then he slapped Harley's cheek -- which sent another wave of arduous pain up his spine -- and got up. "Go on and take a shower now, nigga. Get cleaned up."
Harley got up on his feet, wincing as his sore ass sent spasms of pain up his body. He struggled to walk with his ass clenched. He blushed as he made it into the hall, Thumper following close behind.
"I ain't gonna get in the shower wit'cha, I just like watchin' big-dick niggas struggling to walk cuz of my dick," Thumper said. He stopped Harley at the bathroom door with one hand on his shoulder, then rammed a finger from his other hand into Harley's ass. Harley bent over and howled in pain, though it only lasted a moment. Then Thumper said, "Good. You still tight. I'll keep you 'round a bit longer, nigga."
CHAPTER TWO
Watching
Despite having had sex with him the night before, it didn't occur to Harley that Thumper might be gay until he ate breakfast that first full day living there. He just took Thumper at his word that he fucked with men on the downlow only, and strictly because he didn't have any women, not because he actually preferred men. Harley had never met a gay man who wasn't flamboyant.
But when he came out of his room wearing only his boxers -- which was exactly how he always dressed for breakfast -- he could feel Thumper's eyes looking him up
and down. Thumper let out a sound that was very nearly a growl as Harley walked past him into the kitchen.
"You want some eggs... Harley?" Thumper asked. It sounded like he very nearly called Harleybaby but then didn't. His eyes roved up and down Harley's ass, cradled by his too-tight boxers.
"Uh, nah. I'll just have some cereal," Harley said.
"Ain't got none."
"Oh."
"Too many carbs, nigga," Thumper said. He finished his own bowl of scrambled eggs. "Eat eggs."
"Oh, well... okay," Harley said.
Thumper stood up and grinned. He patted Harley on the back, then let his hand roam over to Harley's tight six-pack abs. He traced each rib there. "You gotta keep this figure, nigga. I bet you get all kinds of girls, huh?"
"Yeah!" Harley blurted out, trying to reassert his heterosexuality. He really didn't want Thumper to make his breakfast, but it seemed rude and disrespectful to say so. He sat down like a girl, trying to ignore the pain in his ass, and watched Thumper break eggs open into a pan. Harley cleared his throat. "I guess I'll put some clothes on." He hurried back to his room.
"If you want, nigga..."
By the time Harley got back to the kitchen, the eggs were done. Harley scarfed them down quickly, intently aware of Thumper staring at him. He tried to pretend he wasn't nervous. He had no sooner finished eating when he stood up, plate and fork in hand. Thumper took it from him.
"Go take a shower, nigga," Thumper said. "Then we got some business to do."
Harley was glad that Thumper apparently wasn't going to shower with him. He hurried into the bathroom, feeling alone and safe for the first time in awhile. There wasn't a lot of hot water, but Harley felt clean anyway from the moment he stepped into the stream.
The only off-putting part was that there was no lock on the bathroom door. Harley had always locked the door to the bathroom, even when he was just at home with his mom. What bathroom didn't have a lock on it?
Sure enough, moments after he got in the shower, the door opened. Thumper walked in. His demeanor was business-like, not at all seductive like last night. He snorted and spat a loogie into the toilet, the sound of which made Harley's skin crawl.
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