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

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    "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 limp, 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