And of course the most humiliating aspect of this realization was that they were right. Harley was Thumper's boyfriend. That was what they had agreed upon the other night, though Harley hadn't exactly agreed willingly.
He had just finished bagging up his first batch when Harley heard Jayshawn complaining. He sat on the couch in the living room, Thumper standing in front of him with his arms folded across his chest.
"Thumper, you know me, nigga. You know I ain't a snitch-"
"I don't know that," he said. "I know you wasn't a snitch back then. I don't know about now. Come on, yo' girl is naked."
"That's so you know she won't steal no heroin."
"I don't know that about you neither," Thumper said.
"I'm just a ride, nigga. I'll stay outta yo' hair. I'll go wait in the car if you want-"
"Nah. Now take off those clothes or I'm-a hold you down so Harley there can strip you," Thumper said. He growled at Jayshawn, who winced.
Jayshawn had a big football player's body -- which Harley later found out was precisely what he was; he had quit slinging rock to go to college on a football scholarship. He couldn't handle heroin without possibly failing his next drug test, which was why he had intended to simply sit and watch TV while the girls weighed.
Sighing, Jayshawn stripped off his shirt. He took off his shoes and pants, and he intended to stop there, but Thumper nodded for him to continue. Jayshawn scoffed and eyed Thumper with hostility, then took off his wifebeater and boxer shorts. His cock dangled between his thighs. Thumper sat next to him on the couch.
"You got a nice dick, nigga?"
The girls giggled until Thumper shot them a nasty look. Jayshawn kept his eyes focused on the TV. "Don't look at my dick, nigga."
"Don't tell me what to do. You ain't nevuh been locked up, huh?"
"No."
"You can learn a lot about a nigga by lookin' at his meat. If you ain't too squeamish to take a peak. It don't turn you into a faggot, you know."
"You sure?" Jayshawn said with a dry laugh.
"Stand up," Thumper said. Jayshawn sighed but did so. He faced Thumper, who eyed his dick closely like a doctor looking for moles. He hefted the shaft up and looked underneath it.
Jayshawn looked to his girlfriend, who weighed out heroin in a baggie. "Yo, girl, you gonna tell him to stop? This is yo' meat he touchin'."
The girl giggled along with her friends. "Thumper don't listen to me. I told you to wait in yo' car," she said. "You knew what Thumper was gonna do-"
"I don't work for him no more!" Jayshawn said. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Thumper, who dropped his dick and slapped him on the ass.
"Then get away," the girl said.
But Jayshawn didn't. He sat back down where Thumper told him to. Harley knew exactly what he was going through -- Thumper was hard to disobey, even if you had no reason to do what he said.
"Can I put my clothes on?" Jayshawn asked.
"Nah," Thumper said.
After a long pause, Jayshawn asked, "Why not?"
"Cuz you actin' like a little bitch," Thumper said. "You worried you gonna turn faggot?"
"No! Just... lemme watch TV," Jayshawn said.
"Fine." Thumper leaned back and looked at the TV. Jayshawn did likewise, but when he leaned back, Thumper draped a hand over his shoulders. Jayshawn bristled and rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.
Over the next few minutes, Thumper's hand drifted lower and lower on Jayshawn's back. Soon enough, Harley couldn't see it -- it was below the back of the couch, and judging from the pained reaction on Jayshawn's face, it was fingering his asshole.
Then Thumper stood. "Come on, nigga, I gotta show you somethin' in the bedroom."
Jayshawn followed, head held low as the girls oohed, aahed and giggled. They made porno-type noises and exchanged knowing glances.
"Shut the fuck up, bitches!" Thumper yelled, and they all fell silent, giggling as quietly as they could muster.
Frenzied whispering emanated from the bedroom. Harley couldn't hear what was happening, but soon there came moist gagging and choking sounds. He knew very well what that was -- Jayshawn was sucking dick.
"I told you we'd each get a blowjob, I ain't say who from," Thumper said as he opened the bedroom door. "Yo, Harley, get in here."
Harley hurried in, ignoring the pitying stares from the girls. Harley took off the heroin-dusted plastic gloves and sighed at the sight of both naked men waiting there.
"Thumper... there's girls right out there," Harley said.
"They busy," Thumper said. "They's doin' work. Now come on and suck this nigga's dick."
"What?"
"You heard me," Thumper said. "I promised him we'd trade blowjobs on the downlow. You know I don't suck dick under any circumstances, so you gotta do it."
"I don't really-"
"Yes, you do, and you did it in the full light of day," Thumper said. "Not on the downlow or nothin'." He put his hand on Harley's shoulder and pushed him to his knees.
"You made me do that!" Harley couldn't believe he was actually doing this. It didn't even look like Jayshawn really wanted it -- but there was still cum stuck to his lip, so it was clear he just wanted to regain his masculinity.
"I never made you do nothin', you was actin' all seductive and shit. You wanted it, nigga. Now suck this other nigga off. He need to get his nut drained." As Thumper spoke, he caressed Jayshawn's shoulders and tweaked his nipples. Jayshawn stood straight and erect, clearly uncomfortable but willing to submit. He looked horny and upset because he had just tasted Thumper's cock.
Harley opened his mouth and took it in. He immediately tasted fine cocoa butter and baby powder. It smelled like a clean locker room, which Harley assumed was because Jayshawn spent a lot of time in his college locker room. Jayshawn's dick was already half-hard, and it perked up the rest of the way when it entered Harley's mouth.
As though it would help him reclaim his heterosexuality, Jayshawn facefucked Harley violently. He grabbed the back of Harley's head and slammed it down on his dick.
His big football-toned muscles all shook as he got more into it, and was able to ignore the awkwardity of Thumper's molestation. Jayshawn eyed him with hostility but stopped complaining, when when Thumper rubbed one finger against the rim of his asshole.
"Suck it, nigga, suck it good," Jayshawn said, his voice meltingly low. He bristled as Thumper got involved, of course, thwacking his limp dick against Jayshawn's hard shaft.
But that didn't actually slow Jayshawn down at all. He reached his orgasm quickly, and he moaned as he did. Thumper grabbed his nipples with one hand and held Harley's nostrils shut with the other. That forced Jayshawn's dick all the way into Harley's throat, Harley's nose pressed into Jayshawn's lean crotch-meat.
Cum sprayed so deep in Harley's throat he barely tasted it. He did feel it, sliding thick and creamy down his neck and into his belly. He sputtered and choked so loudly the girls whooped out in the living room.
"You niggas fuck good," Thumper said, his voice long and slow. He rumbled while he stroked Harley's neck.
Harley gagged as Jayshawn let his cock plop out of his throat, Thumper using both his hands to guide it. He then gave Jayshawn a limp, exquisitely sensitive stroke, wiped the shaft off on Harley's gasping face and kissed Jayshawn on the cheek. Jayshawn turned away and angrily grabbed his underwear.
"Thumper!" He made it seem like he was going to shout, but then just let his voice trail off in a stream of angry murmuring. Thumper watched him dress, smiling, as Jayshawn stormed out of the room. Thumper turned to Harley, who felt nauseous still as the cumload settled in his belly.
"You like that, nigga?" Thumper asked.
"No!"
"That's too bad, cuz you real good at it," Thumper said with a grin. He kissed Harley on the cheek, then walked out of the room, leaving Harley there alone to clean himself off.
CHAPTER SIX
Every Sunday
Since Thumper had agreed to bottom
every Sunday, he had followed through and sucked Harley's dick each week. It was one of the few victories Harley had notched since moving in with him. He was now very seriously considering going back to his mama. He could try to go straight, just hide out for a year or two until the material witness thing went away, then get a real job.
But he knew that wouldn't happen. He was too proud of being a real thug to give up now. Besides that, he really did enjoy getting blowjobs from Thumper. He had to admit Thumper sucked dick better than any girl ever had. Harley tried not to think about how easy it was becoming for him to suck Thumper's dick too.
One Sunday, however, Thumper took things even farther than that. It was just past midnight when Thumper crept into Harley's room. He always snuck in, even when he had openly planned to come in there. He pushed into the bed next to Harley, scooted back and sat up so has to allow Harley easy access to his crotch.
"We gonna do somethin' special tonight, handsome-stud," Thumper said, his hand caressing Harley's torso. He kissed Harley, who shuddered as he always did when he felt Thumper's grizzled chin rubbing against his own.
"Oh... Thumper..."
"Sssh, don't say nothin'," Thumper said. He took hold of Harley's hand and sucked on each finger in turn. Then he dragged that hand between his legs and into the hairy, sweaty crack of his ass. Harley gagged at the feeling of the older man's ass, and he grimaced.
"What are you doing?"
"Hush up," he said. "I'm just puttin' yo' finger in my ass. You gonna fuck me tonight, boi. You gonna stick that beautiful cock in my ass."
"Really?"
"Fo' real, nigga," he said. "I'm-a be on top though."
"Okay, fine!" Harley wasn't really looking forward to the sex itself, but it was nice to feel dominant for once. Thumper straddled Harley's crotch and slowly lowered himself onto Harley's dick. He was so much bigger than Harley that it felt like a wild animal was sitting on him, a hairy wild animal with a tight asshole sliding onto his dick.
Thumper winced as it slid in. Harley felt a bright sense of sexual desire go through his entire body, and he flailed -- not sure where to put his hands, he could do nothing more than grip the bedspread beneath himself. This was all happening very fast, he thought, and he didn't know how Thumper wanted him to respond.
Harley was glad the lights were turned off, because he got the feeling that the more he saw Thumper's plump brown body, the less aroused he'd be. But he had to admit that Thumper's ass was thick and tight, and if it is was a girl's, it'd be amazing -- the only downside to the ass itself was the thick nest of hair that Harley felt quite distinctly tickling the base of his dick. Every few thrusts he also felt Thumper's balls dragging along his crotch when Thumper was at his nadir, all the way down on Harley's dick.
"Thumper..." Harley began, not sure how to ask what he wanted to. "Do you think... You think you might be gay?"
Thumper slapped him across the cheek. "I ain't no kinda faggot, nigga. Not no kind," he said. "I like fuckin' nigga. No, wait, nevuhmind, I like fuckin'. I don't care what I fuck."
"Right now you ain't fuckin', nigga, you gettin' fucked-"
"You shut yo' goddamn mouth," Thumper said. "Now jack me off. We just fuckin' around on the downlow. It don't count." He wrapped Harley's hand around his dick. Harley sighed and stroked. At least this was better than sucking on it.
He was not surprised that Thumper was already hard. He clearly enjoyed this, Harley thought, even if it was also obviously painful for him. Thumper winced with every inch he took inside his ass.
Harley was also not surprised that Thumper came first. He moaned and clenched his ass around Harley's dick. He leaned forward and kissed Harley on the lips, pushing his tongue in as cum sprayed over Harley's chest.
He shot a big load, and his body spasming was palpable to Harley's dick, as Thumper's powerful orgasm coursed through his muscles. Harley felt tiny and weak with Thumper's big body atop him, caressing his chest as they kissed.
Then Harley's own orgasm hit him. He grabbed Thumper's hips as though he could hold him in place, but he didn't need to. Thumper groaned as Harley's cum flowed within him. Intense pleasure rolled through Harley's body, and he clenched the bedspread beneath him.
They both fell limp. Thumper rolled off him and breathed a sigh of relief. He kissed Harley on the cheek.
"You so pretty, Hernan," he said.
"Thumper..."
"Hush," Thumper said. "I gotta tell you somethin'. Tomorrow, you got some work to do. I gotta assign you a job. You can deal wit' that, right?"
"Yeah. What is it? You want me to sling some rock?"
"Nah, it'll be more involved than that. I don't wanna say now. But I might not see much of you anymore."
"Oh. Okay," Harley said. He didn't want to sound too eager, but he was certainly not going to miss Thumper.
"I love you, my nigga," he said. "I love you so much, that's why it hurts me to send you away like this." He sat up and lovingly traced the outline of Harley's abs. "I ain't want to... I just need to. After tonight, I can't let you be around me any more. I just love you and yo' pretty little boy face too much."
"Thumper... You don't love me. You just said you wasn't gay."
"I don't mean it like that, nigga. I love you like a brother," he said. "I'd never make you do somethin' you can't handle."
"You want me to kill someone? I'll do it, Thumper, I don't care. I'm a loyal nigga-"
"Hush now, nigga. I ain't gonna tell you what it is. You just do what you told, and let's sleep together one last night," Thumper said. He laid back down on the bed, cuddling his big body up against Harley's much smaller frame.
"Okay fine. Thanks a lot for all your help, Thumper," Harley said. He really didn't mind cuddling tonight with the promise that it would all be over tomorrow. This was how he had thought it would go anyway -- eventually Thumper would give him something to do for the gang. That was the whole point, after all, and once he got started on that, Harley wouldn't have to think about Thumper and his dick ever again.
"You're welcome, handsome-nigga. Try to have fun tomorrow."
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