When Harley's dick spasmed and his balls crawled up in his sac, Thumper lifted his head off Harley's cock. In one smooth motion, Thumper scooted forward, keeping Harley's finger in his ass as he went.
He hefted both cocks in both of his hands. Harley was disappointed, as he really wanted to cum down Thumper's throat like Thumper had been doing to him, but Thumper's moist hands stroked both dicks with such precision and enthusiasm that Harley's orgasm continued.
"Here we go, nigga..." Thumper said with a low, voice-breaking moan.
They both came right then. Harley moaned and grunted in disgust, his finger still in Thumper's clenched ass, as cum sprayed over his chest and belly. Thumper shot a huge load as he always did, and their semen mixed on Harley's lithe chest.
"Ugh, that's a big one, yessuh, nigga, yeah!" Thumper said, chuckling at his own orgasm. His hands rubbed across his own hairy chest.
Harley looked down at his glistening skin and gagged when the scent of cum hit his nostrils. He looked up at Thumper and had to hold back tears -- he was never going to feel clean again, he thought.
He didn't stop gagging as Thumper leaned down and licked his chest clean, paying special attention to each nipple. Thumper moaned as though he loved the taste of the semen that coated Harley's skin. He explored every inch of Harley's body, then kissed him with cum-dripping lips. The salty flavor of cum and body-sweat mingled with Thumper's saliva in Harley's mouth, and he writhed beneath Thumper's body.
Then Thumper finally pulled away. "Alright, so is that a yes, nigga?"
"What?"
"You gonna be my boyfriend, right?" His hand gently caressed Harley's neck.
"Uh... Fine... Just... keep doing this, okay? I'll suck your dick if you suck mine," Harley said. He didn't really like that idea, but it was better than the alternative.
Thumper smiled and hopped out of bed. "Sounds perfect, nigga. I'll bottom every Sunday. Sleep well." He walked out the door of Harley's bedroom, leaving Harley there alone to clean himself off and wonder what kind of a relationship he had just gotten himself into.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pussy Wrecker
Harley wondered if Thumper was bisexual. He had very nearly come to the conclusion that Thumper was gay, but now Thumper had arranged for some hetero sex. So maybe, Harley thought, he wasn't actually gay.
Of course, the sex wasn't ideal from Harley's point-of-view -- it was a gangbang. Mario, Shifty, Thumper and Harley were all going to fuck the girl, who was a rather slutty-looking white chick with dyed red hair and nice big tits. Her ass was perfectly sized, and her pussy looked tight, Harley thought as she danced for them.
He had had gangbangs before, of course. He had one been the nineteenth guy to fuck this one slut -- that had been gross, and he only did it because he wanted to prove how macho he was -- and he had gotten through that. But he had a feeling there would be more man-on-man contact this time. During the twenty-person gangbang before, Harley had accidentally touched another man's cock and he had gone into the bathroom to wash the precum off his hand. It wasn't going to work out that way this time though, he thought.
Thumper took his dick out first. He was half-hard, stroking as he watched the girl dance; his eyes were a little too focused, like he was trying to prove that he watched her dance instead of watching Harley.
The smell of cocksweat filled the air as Shifty and Mario took their dicks out too. Harley sighed deeply and did likewise. He really thought being on the run would include a lot more crime and a lot less sex. At least there was a woman here.
"Okay, baby, you sit on my cock, okay?" Thumper said, leaning back on the motel bed. He placed a hand on the girl's back. She nodded and giggled, excited. Thumper smiled back at her. "You like anal, right? We gonna dp the fuck outta you!"
She blushed and smiled. She hid her face in Mario's chest (he was who brought her here) and watched as Thumper took off his clothes and laid down on the bed. She lowered her ass onto his cock, grimacing as it slid in. Harley could sympathize with her pained expression, not that he would admit that.
"Harley, come on and lick her pussy," Thumper said. Mario and Shifty laughed as they got in position for her to suck their dicks. Harley blushed but did as he was told, getting on his knees between her legs. He wanted to argue -- no nigga ate a girl out while she was being fucked in the ass -- but he knew Thumper would win that argument.
Her pussy was fat and juicy, inviting, delicious. He wanted to lick it, he really did, but she was still sitting on Thumper's dick. That meant his balls hung just below her, and his shaft was right there as well. Harley could smell Thumper's ballsweat as he put his mouth on her clit. It smelled more like penis than vagina.
But the more he complained, the more attention he'd draw to the fact that he was doing what he didn't really want to. So he just licked -- her pussy tasted like pussy, after all, and once he began he couldn't see Thumper's genitals, just her pussy. The fact that he could hear moist squishing as she rode Thumper's dick made his stomach churn, but he managed to get through it.
Above his head, Thumper had demanded Mario and Shifter get their blowjobs on the same side of her -- they had wanted to stand on opposite sides of her head so she could trade back and forth on sucking their dicks.
"Nah, you niggas joust, that's how real thugs gangbang," Thumper said.
"Thumper, that's fucking gross! They only do that in porno, no one does it in real life-"
"Shut up, nigga," Thumper said with a growl. That shut them both up. They avoided looking at each other as the girl grabbed both cockshafts. They each spasmed as though it hurt to touch each other's dicks.
Meanwhile, Thumper's hands roamed over to the back of Harley's head. He held it in place as though letting the girl facefuck him, though she was so distracted by the pressure in her ass that all she did was submit to Thumper pounding her.
Then Thumper's dick accidentally slipped out as she rode him -- or maybe it wasn't much of an accident, Harley had a feeling Thumper arranged for it to happen. Regardless, Thumper's dick left a trail of assjuice on Harley's chest and chin. He managed to pull away before he actually tasted it, but it was still a gross sensation.
Thumper chuckled. "Alright, Harley, stick it in her pussy."
She giggled and squirmed on Thumper's cock, spreading her legs for Harley. He managed to forget the ass and precum smeared over his chest, as he approached her pussy.
It was a nice pussy, but it was substantially loose, Harley realized as he pushed in. She must have been gangbanged a few times before. But he hadn't had sex with a woman since before moving in with Thumper, so he was happy to get some trim.
"Can you do some double vag action?" Thumper asked, whispering into her ear.
She giggled and blushed yet again. She pulled both Mario and Shifty's cocks out of her mouth and thwacked both precum-leaking shafts against each other. Again, Mario and Shifty jerked as though touching was painful.
"Shifty, put it in her pussy," Thumper said. "We gonna get real nasty."
"Aw, Thumper, can't we take turns?"
"Shut the fuck up, nigga. We ain't got time to take turns."
"Time?! Thumper... It'd be quicker to take turns. We ain't in a hurry anyway," Shifty said. Then he spasmed as Thumper grabbed him by the cock. Shifty leaned back, looking down at his erect dick spasming in Thumper's fingers.
"I ain't playin' wit' you, nigga," Thumper said. He gave that dick a stroke. Harley's mind raced as Thumper and Shifty mean-mugged each other -- was Thumper threatening to stroke Shifty off if he didn't do as Thumper said? Couldn't Shifty just walk away? What kind of a threat was that?
But whatever went on between them, it resulted in Shifty shaking his head, muttering about "nasty niggas" as he got behind Harley. Harley shuddered in disgust as Shifty's muscular chest touched his back. Shifty's fingers pushed Harley's balls out of the way, and his hard shaft touched Harley's as it pushed into her pussy.
It was definitely tighter, Harley thought, but no more pleasant. All hi
s mind focused on was the hard cock next to his own, not the soft, hot pussy he enjoyed. He was intensely aware of Shifty's muscles writhing behind him.
"Yeah, nigga, fuck that bitch!" Thumper said, clapping Shifty on the back. From his vantage point, Harley couldn't see what Thumper was doing, but from Shifty's awkward reaction, he suspected Thumper was rubbing Shifty's back and ass.
Then Shifty yelped. His dick spasmed next to Harley's, making Harley moan in disgust -- disgust because that spasming made his own dick come that much closer to orgasm, which made Harley feel more like he was fucking Shifty than the girl in whose vagina they both remained.
"Thumper... Could you...?" Shifty's voice was pinched and tight, which Harley suspected was because Thumper had plunged a finger into his ass.
"You want me to stick a second finger in?" Thumper said. "I'll do that, nigga, if that's what you want." Then Shifty squirmed and gasped right into Harley's ear. He gripped Harley's body, putting him in a bear hug that made Harley yelp.
"Thumper! That is some faggoty shit!"
"No it ain't," Thumper said. He smiled. He pulled his hand out of Shifty's ass and brought to the girl's face. "This bitch is all kinds of nasty, ain't she? You wanna suck Shifty's ass off my fingers, slut?"
"Yeah!" she said, and she did. Harley was disgusted by that, and by the smell of Shifty's ass, which emanated from Thumper's hand.
"You gonna nut, Mario?" Thumper asked, suddenly moving his free hand to Mario's shaft, which the girl sucked on once she was done with Thumper's fingers. Mario looked away and frowned as Thumper gave his dick a few strokes.
"Uh... yeah," Mario said. "If you stop jerkin' it, nigga. I can't cum with a man on my dick."
"You ain't gotta," Thumper said. "Shoot yo' load on her pussy. Give dem niggas a little more lube."
"What?!" Harley and Shifty both said at once. Harley felt Shifty's dick throb as they both realized what Thumper was proposing. This already felt like the gayest gangbang ever, Harley thought, he didn't want to also get his cock coated in cum.
Thumper laughed at their reaction. "What? I know you niggas need some help fuckin' that bitch. She loose as shit."
"Then we don't need more lube, Thumper!" Shifty said. "Lube don't make nothing tighter."
But his complaints didn't matter. Thumper just chuckled and resumed "helping" Mario aim his dick into the girl's mouth. Her hands felt up Harley's muscular chest, but all he could see was Mario's plump brown ass right in front of his face. Harley felt like he was in a gay gangbang -- every way he looked was either Mario's or Shifty's body, and all he could hear was Thumper constantly barking out orders. He smelled male armpits and caught only an occasional glimpse of the girl, aside from the few inches of flesh between her pussy and Mario's ass atop her tits.
Then Mario turned around. Harley looked on in horror as Thumper stroked Mario's dick from behind, and Mario's muscles flexed all at once. He groaned and grunted beneath Thumper's touch, and sprayed cum all over Harley's dick.
At the same time, just as he writhed in shock at the sight of cum dripping from his shaft, Harley felt a surge of fluids from behind him. At first he thought that was Shifty shooting his load, then realized it was actually Thumper -- he had pulled out of the girl's ass and shot his load right into the mess of juicy cocks in her pussy.
Now there was a loud squishing sound. Harley wanted to vomit, but he couldn't imagine leaving right now -- he'd never blueballed himself in the past and didn't want to start now. Two men's loads dripped through his shaft and Shifty's, as Hernan writhed beneath Shifty's corded muscles.
"Come on, nigga, you got it!"
Harley leaned forward while Shifty gritted his teeth and fucked harder. He slammed his dick in and out, ignoring the gulching, moist sounds that came from her cum-dripping pussy. Harley had no sensation of touching her pussy right now, all he felt was Shifty's cock, the cum coating his shaft and Thumper's hand tweaking his nipples. As he leaned forward, his face bumped into Mario's sweaty pecs, and Harley got a faceful of chest hair.
"Can I fuck her in the ass now?" Shifty asked, his voice resigned but frantic as he approached orgasm.
"Hell yeah!" she said, out of breath, exhilarated. Her voice sounded distant to Harley, like she might as well have been in a different room entirely.
"Nah," Thumper said. "Wreck her pussy."
Shifty sighed like he was annoyed, but he didn't disobey. He sped up his fucking, and Harley could feel the orgasm in his cockshaft. The veins pulsated against Harley's own dick. "Oh god," Harley murmured. It felt like he was being fucked all over again, just without the pain this time.
Soon enough, Shifty filled her pussy with his juice. Harley felt every moment of his climax in Shifty's muscles writhing against Harley's back and his cock spraying his juices all over Harley's meat. Shifty gasped right into Harley's ear.
Then it was over. Harley wasn't sure he'd be able to cum with his dick in this loose pussy by itself, but he was glad that Shifty had finished. Shifty began pulling out, but Thumper stopped him.
"Nah, don't pull out," Thumper said. His hand remained on Shifty's dick, keeping it in place even as it went limp. That meant Shifty awkwardly writhed with sensitivity.
Harley was disgusted, his stomach roiling, and the worst part was that his cock didn't seem to feel the same way the rest of his body did -- the friction from rubbing against Shifty's cum-dripping cock was enough to keep him going. Thumper didn't let anyone move away, so Harley was still sandwiched between Shifty behind him and Mario in front.
But it turned out his body was farther along than his mind. Harley closed his eyes, ignoring Thumper's fingers dancing along his asscrack. He barely even felt the pain when Thumper's pinkie pushed into his ass.
He would later assure himself that it wasn't the finger-in-the-ass that caused his orgasm, but his load did begin just moments after Thumper penetrated him. He moaned, the orgasm nearly painful it was so awkward. He filled her pussy with his seed. Despite it being uncomfortable, he felt so much passion that his muscles went limp, which forced his face down and into Mario's crotch. For a moment, Harley tasted dicksweat, cum and the girl's drying saliva.
"Yeah, nigga, that was good, real good and nasty!" Thumper called out.
Harley pulled away, wiping his face off, as Thumper smacked each man's ass in turn, like a coach telling his player they had a good game. Shifty and Mario pulled off her, slapping Harley on the shoulder as they went. Soon Harley stood there alone, the only naked person in the room while everyone else undressed. Harley's eyes were fixed on his dick, which was white with other men's cum. He wanted to wipe it off, but couldn't think of any way to do so that wouldn't result in him spreading cum all over his hands.
But then Thumper took charge of it. He grabbed a handful of tissues, wrapped a hand over Harley's dick and smiled as Harley squirmed. He cleaned off Harley's dick amid the snorting laughter of Shifty and Mario.
"Thanks, niggas," Thumper said. "That was good, right?"
Shifty and Mario sighed as though they had expected something like this to happen. They didn't answer, they just mumbled something about gangbangs being nasty, then walked out with the girl in tow.
"You should thank me, nigga," Thumper said. He frowned like he was upset at Harley's lack of gratitude. "I set up a gangbang, with a girl, for you."
"Thumper..." Harley wanted to scream and shout at him, but it was too late for that. It had already happened. Next time Thumper set up a gangbang, Harley thought, he'd refuse. "Nevermind, Thumper. Thanks... You got me some pussy. Congrats."
CHAPTER FIVE
Naked Security
When Thumper said he was going to invite a bunch of girls over, Harley was excited. Maybe he'd get to have a reverse gangbang, he thought, maybe Thumper was trying to make up for that other, less-pleasant gangbang. But then on the day in question, Thumper said that wasn't it at all.
"They's here to weigh up some heroin," Thumper said. He brought out a pound of dirt-brown powder and put it on the tabl
e. There were two girls waiting obediently in the kitchen. They were both pretty black girls, both sisters to some gangbanger Harley didn't know -- that was why they were trusted.
"Oh, okay," Harley said. That made sense, even if he was disappointed.
"Take off yo' clothes, girls," Thumper said. "And put on dem plastic gloves. Where's Stacy?"
As the girls undressed, they said that Stacy was running late. She had needed her boyfriend to drive her, she said, because she had spent last night in his dorm.
Before Thumper could respond, the doorbell rang. He opened it and scowled. He exchanged harsh words that Harley couldn't quite hear. It sounded like he wasn't happy about the boyfriend -- Jayshawn -- being there. But he didn't stop them from entering.
"Get those clothes off," he told Stacy, who quickly undressed. All three girls blushed when Harley looked at them and smiled as charmingly as he could muster. He strode forward and shook their hands. He acted as chivalrously as he could muster, not wanting to make them uncomfortable so they might come back. He desperately wanted some female attention when Thumper wasn't around. Harley acted especially proper in front of Stacey, since her boyfriend was here too.
As the girls sat down at the table to begin weighing the heroin, Harley realized two things at once. First, there was an extra spot at the table, and a pair of plastic food-service gloves there -- they were clearly not intended for Jayshawn, who wasn't even supposed to be here -- they were for Harley. He was expected to weigh drugs like a girl.
Harley sighed and sat down. The more he struggled over this, the more he'd be humiliated when Thumper inevitably forced him to go through with it. There was nothing inherently embarrassing about weighing drugs, after all.
The second thing Harley realized was that everyone here thought of Thumper as gay: the girls didn't hesitate to get naked in front of him, and Jayshawn wasn't in the least bit concerned about his girl. One corollary was that they were also not worried about Harley himself. The only rational conclusion, Harley thought, blushing intensely, was that they all thought Harley was gay too; they thought he was Thumper's boyfriend.
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