Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) Read Free

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.
    "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