"Yo, nigga, whatchoo doin'? I'm fucking showering-"
"I gotta shower too, nigga," Thumper said. He flopped his bare dick between his fingers, aiming it at Harley, who peeked through the shower curtain.
Then Thumper pushed into the small shower. Harley again felt small and weak. He was at least a hundred pounds lighter than Thumper. He was an inch or two taller, but that seemed like a minor detail compared to Thumper's powerful body.
"I, uh-"
"I ain't got a lot of hot water, nigga," Thumper said. "So we gotta share. Don't worry. Ain't you been locked up yet?"
"No."
"Well, don't be squeamish," Thumper said. "It ain't proper for a thug to be worried about that shit. Ain't you ever gangbang a bitch?"
"Well, yeah..."
"So you seen dick? You prolly felt some other nigga's cum on yo' dick, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"So you ain't turn faggot, did you?" Thumper said. As if to prove his words, he thwacked his limp dick against Harley's thigh. Harley jumped back, bumping into the wall. Thumper laughed and began soaping himself up. "I gotcha, nigga," he said. He started rubbing his sudsy hands all over Harley's body.
"Thumper..." Harley didn't want to sound like he was whining, but he couldn't think of any macho way to complain about this. He didn't want to sound like a pussy, after all. He could do nothing more than look down at his body as Thumper pawed all over it with his soapy hands.
"What? You wanna complain about yo' living conditions? You could always turn yo'self in," Thumper said. He frowned as his hands slipped over Harley's ass and slid between his legs.
"No, I mean... It's just a material witness warrant," he said.
"Oh. Well, there's a police station right down the street, nigga," Thumper said. But he didn't stop caressing Harley's body, not until he had covered every inch in suds and rinsed him off.
"I don't wanna turn myself in," Harley said with a sigh.
"Then quit bitchin'," Thumper said. He slapped Harley on the ass. "Okay, you done, nigga. Get on out there. Don't put any clothes on."
Harley had gotten out of the shower before his words hit Harley's mind. "Wait, what?"
"Don't get dressed, nigga," he said, joining Harley in front of the sink. He angled his body as he pushed past so that their dicks touched; Harley winced and faced away as though it was painful. "Just go wait out there."
"Uh... naked?"
Thumper growled. "This is business, Harley. I expect you to do as I say when it comes to our business. No questions, no hesitation. For sex, you can say no, but not in business. That okay?"
"Uh... yeah," Harley said. He breathed easier as Thumper smiled, patted him on the cheek and left the bathroom.
The weird thing was, he thought as he walked into the living room, that he liked getting naked in front of others normally. Harley had a six-pack, a plump ass and a big cock -- he was always finding reasons to get naked at parties. He liked intimidating men and attracting women that way.
But now he felt vulnerable once again. He was glad the apartment was warm at least, so he didn't have to worry about his dick shrinking. Just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Harley panicked, both at the thought that it could be the police and the idea that whoever it was would see him naked. He moved to hide in his room, but Thumper stopped him.
"Nah. Stay here," Thumper said. "That's Shifty and Mario."
"Oh, okay..." Harley tried to look nonchalant about being naked. Shifty and Mario were two more high-ranking thugs in the Nine Tats; they worked for Thumper. Harley only vaguely knew them.
"Yo, hey, nigga, wuzzup."
"Thumper, my man, how you doin'?"
"What's crackin'?"
They were both loud, attention-grabbing men, and they exchanged dap with Thumper as they walked in. They both stopped and looked at Harley, who stood, cock conspicuously out while he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He tried to look confident, but he could tell he came across like a weakling and a pussy, maybe even like he was Thumper's boyfriend.
Then they both burst into laughter. Mario laughed so hard he couldn't speak, while Shifty chuckled and exchanged sympathetic eyes with Harley. Harley wondered if they were surprised -- their reaction seemed cruel and judgmental and genuine, but it did not seem at all surprised. Did Thumper routinely take in young men on the run and fuck them? Harley didn't think so, if only because Shifty and Mario wouldn't work with a gay thug, or so he hoped.
"Why you naked?!"
"Thumper made me!" Harley said, blushing.
"Shut up!" Thumper barked. He came in the middle and smiled at Harley. "Don't worry, nigga. They woulda made you strip anyway, to make sure you wasn't wearin' a wire. They just laughing cuz they's a bunch of dickheads, and they insecure cuz they ain't got a nice body like you."
His harsh tone made Mario and Shifty stop laughing, though they continued to make humorous expressions at each other when Thumper wasn't looking. Thumper eyed them like they were rebellious servants, and then all four sat down at Thumper's direction. Thumper and Harley were on one couch, so close that Harley's thigh pressed against Thumper's.
"Alright, what's up wit' dem Ninth Avenue boys?" Thumper asked when they were situated.
"They stop, man," Mario said with a big smile. "It worked. Jamie Jay went away, no one know where he at. The others is still hangin' around, but they ain't sling shit. They say they just lost they connect, that they lookin' for more. But everyone knows they ain't comin' back."
"Good, good."
"Willie Miles is still out there."
"That part ain't so good," Thumper said. "We need to do somethin' 'bout that nigga."
"You want me to pop him?" Harley asked. He wanted to get into this conversation, to establish himself as a real nigga, a playa. But he succeeded only in looking like an overeager child. Shifty chuckled and Harley blushed.
"Nah. You too much of a prettyboi to be poppin' niggas," Thumper said. "You got girls to seduce and shit. Gonna turn you into a pimp." He smiled at Shifty and Mario, then looked back to Harley and pointed to the floor sternly. "Go on and do some push-ups, nigga. This conversation ain't about you anyway."
"Push-ups? Why? I-"
"What'd I tell you about asking questions?"
"Uh... Sorry..." Harley said. He blushed a bright red as he got on the ground. He didn't mind doing push-ups, but he didn't much like Thumper's eyes on his ass either. His tone was distracted now, as though he couldn't think about anything but Harley's ass twinkling as he pushed up and down.
"So what are we gonna do about Miles? Huh? Thumper?"
"Yo, Thumper-"
"Kill him," Thumper said. "You two do it." His voice was still distracted, and the other two held back awkward giggling. It was apparent he continued to focus on Harley doing push-ups, ignoring the meeting. "Keep yo' back straight, nigga," he said. He got on his knees to put his hand on Harley's lower back.
"That it, then?" Shifty asked.
"Yeah, go on, get out," Thumper said absent-mindedly.
Mario and Shifty virtually ran out the door. It seemed they knew what was happening here and wanted to get out before it began. Harley had no sooner heard the door slam shut before Thumper got on the ground in front of him.
"Keep doin' push-ups," Thumper said. "I'm just gonna jack off." He pulled his shorts down, and his fat black cock popped out. It was already rock-hard and glistening with precum. He sat in front of Harley, whose eyes were trained directly on Thumper's big dick. If he did any more push-ups, his mouth and face would touch Thumper's cock.
"Yo, Thumper, I, uh..."
"Keep on doing push-ups, nigga. You ain't done," Thumper said. He caressed Harley's hair, gently pressing down on his head.
A part of Harley wanted to get up and run out of the apartment. If he weren't naked, he might have done so. But that would hardly be keeping a low profile, he thought. Maybe this won't be so bad...
He lowered himself, gagging even before his face touched that lim
p, clammy dick. He lifted himself right back up as soon as he was done. Thumper began stroking his dick, which was almost instantly hard.
"You ain't go down all the way, nigga. That ain't a proper push-up," Thumper said. He frowned and placed one hand on the back of Harley's head. He pushed a little more forcefully.
Harley's shoulders burned as he lowered himself. This time Thumper's dick extended straight up as though he was going to stab Harley in the face with it. Harley tried to shift his head to either side but Thumper kept a tight grip on his hair.
As soon as that first inch of cockmeat slid into his mouth, both men began moving and writhing. Harley gagged on the salty flavor, while Thumper moaned and threw his head back. He lowered himself as deep as he could manage, but Thumper held him there so he couldn't raise back up.
"Oh, you wanna suck some dick, huh? I ain't ask fo' that, but I don't nevuh turn it down," Thumper said with a dry, throaty chuckle.
A part of Harley wanted to stop and tell him that if he didn't want it, Harley wasn't going to do it. But he knew Thumper would just find some other way to get him to do it, and in any case, Thumper held his head in place on Thumper's cock.
Salty precum flooded Harley's mouth and dripped down his throat. He sputtered, trying to keep from spitting up and making a mess, but he couldn't help his body's frenzied reaction.
Thumper pushed on the back of his head a little harder each time Harley went down. After a few more push-ups, Harley found this whole position too strenuous -- he was still supporting himself on his hands, his whole body shaking as he struggled. He lowered himself to his knees and elbows.
"Okay, baby, you pretty good at suckin' dick," Thumper said. "But we gonna go a little farther. You know how to deep-throat, right?"
He pulled Harley off by the hair. Harley gasped and wiped away the spit dripping from his mouth. He blushed. "Uh... Thumper... you know... I ain't gay or nothin'-"
"Then why you suck dick?"
"You made me!"
"I ain't make you do jack shit," Thumper said. "You just started, on yo' own." He picked up Harley's head by the hair and kissed him on the face. Then he grinned. "You kiss like a gayboy. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' bein' no faggot, man. You can just admit it-"
"I ain't a faggot!"
"Well you suck dick like one," he said. "You wanna suck dick on yo' knees? That's how a real nigga does it."
"What?"
"Sit up," Thumper said. He stood while Harley sat on his knees. That put his head right at Thumper's crotch height. Harley had no sooner realized that was happening when Thumper slammed his dick all the way. He laughed as Harley retched and gagged on the sweaty flavor. "Alright, this part ain't easy, but you'll get through it. Relax yo' throat, nigga." He kept repeating that as he pistoned his hips.
Slamming his dick all the way into Harley's unyielding throat, Thumper groaned and grunted. He held Harley's head tightly in position. Harley felt like more of a sex-toy than a person, like his throat was just being used as a pocket-pussy.
"You fightin' me, nigga. I don't like that," Thumper said. "I know this is harsh, but I only get head one way. I don't believe in making that easy. It shouldn't be easy -- it's in the Bible, y'know, nigga. Gotta punish the fornicators by chokin' the man out of 'em."
Harley couldn't breathe, which made him tighten and flail. Despite that, Thumper managed work his dick a little deeper each time he thrust his hips down. His hands instinctively gripped Thumper's hairy black ass, which jiggled as they both shook.
"You got a seductive little mouth, prettyboi. Don't try to pretend you ain't want this. You been beggin' me fo' it. I saw the way you makin' faces at me when you come out of yo' room in yo' shorts. That was real pretty, you tried to make me fuck you in the ass, in the light of day. But I ain't like that. Nosirree, nigga, I don't fuck all sinful-like, like that," he paused, leaned his head back and grunted. He lightly tapped Harley on the cheek and rubbed his neck. "I's gonna blow my nut now, nigga. You gonna taste it, you gonna feel my spermies tryin'-a impregnate yo' tongue. Don't worry, I'm doin' this cuz you deserve it, that's why. Dressin' all slut-like. You swallow that nut, nigga. Don't disrespect me by spittin' none of it. Got it?"
And then cum sprayed down his throat before Harley could even think about answering. Thumper waited until the flow began, then gripped Harley's nostrils with one hand and used the other to force his head all the way down, until his nose pressed into the soft part of Thumper's fleshy crotch.
He shot a huge load, the salty flavor so intense it brought tears to Harley's eyes. He gagged uncontrollably, spitting up big balls of saliva and bile that mixed with Thumper's cum and ran down his cockshaft. The pressure was intense as Harley's lungs cried out for oxygen.
At last it was over. Thumper held on with his dick in Harley's throat until he was soft, then at last pulled out, just as Harley began to get dizzy from lack of oxygen. He spat up a huge ball of fluids, which spilled all over his chest.
Even before he stopped choking and coughing, Harley was kissed by Thumper, who simply bent over, opened his mouth wide and planted it on Harley's face. He didn't seem to care that he was tasting his own cum and Harley's saliva, and his big mouth was so wide that his tongue not only entered Harley's mouth but also licked his lips and a big swathe of his cheeks.
Then he pulled out, lightly tapped Harley on the face and smiled. "Go on and clean yo'self up, nigga. Then get back to yo' workout. You seduced me to get out of doin' yo' work, but I ain't that easily distracted. Don't bother puttin' clothes on neither. I wanna watch."
CHAPTER THREE
Handsome Nigga
That next night, Thumper left him alone. He demanded a handjob the evening after that, and another blowjob two days later. But he didn't come to Harley at night or fuck him in the ass again, which helped Harley feel a little safer as he settled in to Thumper's apartment. As disgusting as the blowjobs were, nothing was worse than the pain and humiliation that came from getting fucked in the ass that first night. He felt trapped in the tiny two-bedroom apartment. He didn't have anything vital to do outside, but he still felt cramped, like he wanted nothing more than to run in the wind and feel the sun on his face.
After a week, Harley woke up very early one morning. Thumper slid into his bed again, pushing Harley over to make room. He nuzzled his face in the crook of Harley's neck, and let his hand caress Harley's chest.
"Hey, Hernan," he said. "Sorry to wake you. I just had a dream about eating a girl's pussy-" That sounded like a lie, Harley thought. But Thumper kept going without a second thought. "And I needed you, my pretty little man."
"Thumper..."
"You wanna be my boyfriend?"
"What?!" Harley sat up. Being on the downlow was one thing, but he was no man's boyfriend.
Thumper grabbed him by shoulder and pushed him back down onto his back on the bed. Thumper chuckled and growled. "Now, don't worry, nothin' will change. I ain't no kinda faggot, y'know."
"Thumper...-"
"Hush. Lemme talk, boy," he said. "I ain't from yo' generation. In my time, we had 'em both. E'ry nigga who mattered had a girl with a pussy to smash up and a boy to fuck around wit' when doin' business." Thumper kissed Harley, whose entire body was stiff. Thumper humped his rock-hard dick against Harley's thigh, then mounted his body so their dicks jousted. Thumper kissed Harley again. Harley didn't believe Thumper's words at all -- he knew men back then may have been more comfortable with man-on-man contact (Harley's father said he and his friends had rented a room with half as many bedrooms as they wanted, and they all had to share a bed with each other), but they didn't just have boyfriends. They used to beat up gay guys, he thought. But Thumper repeated himself as he kissed Harley's neck, moving down to his chest. "You are so pretty..."
"Thumper... I ain't gay, you know that, right? I know I told you that..."
"I know. I ain't gay neither, nigga," Thumper said. His voice was grim and stoic, like he was waiting to see if Harley would argue with him about it. "I just can't stop
fuckin' you. You too pretty."
"I ain't pretty!"
"Handsome then, you handsome, nigga? You mixed, right? Half-Latino or some shit?"
"Yeah."
"I love mixed-race niggas. Say somethin' sexy in Spanish."
"Uh...¡No me toques!"
"I always toque, motherfucker," he said with a smile. He wrapped one hand around Harley's dick and squeezed, just hard enough to be uncomfortable. Harley squirmed. "If you agree to be my boyfriend, I still won't tell no one, alright? It'll be our secret."
"Thumper-"
"And I'll suck you off," he said.
A long pause ensued.
"What?" Harley asked.
"I'll show you. I'll suck you off now, and you can decide when I'm done if you wanna be my secret-downlow-boyfriend," he said. Then his mouth encircled Harley's dick, and Harley spasmed in shock.
Thumper went right down to the root of Harley's dick, as though he was experienced at it. He was bigger than Harley, who felt even smaller next to his hulking frame and wide asscheeks, which trembled in the air as he sucked. Thumper kept his ass up like he was waiting for someone to fuck him.
Sure enough, before Harley even fully processed what was happening, Thumper guided Harley's hand to his ass. Harley gulped nervously. His finger slid between Thumper's sweaty asscheeks, the kinky hairs there matted to his skin. The whole asscrack was like a swampy jungle, Harley thought, gagging as his finger pushed into Thumper's asshole.
That sensation was so disgusting and overwhelming that Harley barely noticed his own dick get hard in Thumper's mouth. Thumper slathered spit up and down the shaft and gurgled as he deep-throated it. Harley had to admit it was the best blowjob of his life.
"Yeah, nigga..." he murmured, blushing. Thumper looked up at him, lips pursed tight around Harley's dick, and he smiled at Harley's pleasured reaction.
Harley's heart sped up and his breathing grew more shallow; he instinctively flailed, grabbing Thumper's head then letting go because those cornrows felt so masculine that Harley couldn't pretend it was a girl on his dick. He gripped the bed beneath himself instead. He bit his lip as pleasure overwhelmed him.
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