Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) by Marcus Greene

Whoever it was -- maybe Roc, Walter guessed from the voice -- then said something else, something more serious.
    "Don't you be talkin' 'bout that shit on speakerphone, nigga," Dwayne said. "If you want somethin', you know what corner to holla at." Then he hung up the phone without waiting for another reply. He scoffed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Fuckin' foolish-ass niggas..."
    He moaned then, and grabbed Walter's head so he could hump it more effectively. His whole body spasmed as he reached orgasm, his balls pulsating where they rested against Walter's chin.
    Oh damn, I hear that shit, nigga be done now! You tastin' that nut, huh?
    A burst of creamy cum wrapped around Walter's tongue, as he savored every drop of juice dripping down his gullet. Dwayne's muscles flexed all at once, and he grunted loud enough that the men in the other room cheered.
    "Ah, damn," Dwayne muttered. He pulled his pants up, speaking loud to be heard over the cheers. "You suck like a fuckin' champion, nigga." Then he eyed Walter suspiciously. "Sorry, I gonna tell them you ain't that good. I gonna say you pretty good for a faggot." He looked genuinely apologetic for a moment.
    "That's okay," Walter said as Dwayne walked towards the door. He wiped cum off his chin, his eyes drawn to Dwayne's plump ass in his sagging jeans and revealed boxers. Walter made a kissy-face at Dwayne before he walked out the door. "I plan on proving myself to every single nigga in that room."

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
    Floppy String
     
    " Nah, nigga, girls ain't into muscles like that," said Reggie, sounded like he was too cool to give a shit even if he was sharing his opinion.
    Naluke burst out into cocky laughter. He sneered at Reggie, his stepfather, and scoffed. "You don't know whatchoo talkin' 'bout, old man."
    Reggie looked at Walter, who was cutting Naluke's hair. Walter was about to take Reggie's side -- that's who was paying, after all, and giving a tip, or so Walter assumed (hoped). Before Walter could say it though, Naluke interrupted him.
    "That queer? He don't know shit about girls, pops."
    Everyone in the shop oohed as though a fight was going to break out. They began loudly debating how attracted girls were to muscular men.
    "I betcha he know mo' than you," Reggie said, laughing at his stepson. "Most queers know a lot about girls. How many pussies you ever touch, gayboy?"
    Walter blushed. "Uh... Well, like... eleven, maybe twelve."
    Reggie laughed even harder, and Naluke flared his nostrils; he avoided his stepfather's gaze. Naluke wasn't ugly, but he was hardly handsome either. Walter wasn't surprised he had trouble getting girls. He didn't have enough charm to make up for his rather rough face either. Walter thought he was sexy, not least because he dripped with machismo and had a burly body no eighteen-year-old should have; Walter didn't mind that hawkish, overly angular face -- he looked like he was supposed to have a chiseled, Hollywood-handsome jaw, but the chiseler had been drunk. He was a football star, about to go back to college.
    "You shoulda heard this nigga talkin' befo' he went to college, man," Reggie said, addressing the whole shop as Naluke tried to stop him. "He be sayin', 'oh, Pops, the girls around here is sloppy, and they's uptight and shit. You just wait till I get to college. Them white girls gonna fall all over my shit.' And-"
    "I ain't say that!" Naluke said, but he sounded defensive, as though he had said something very similar. The whole shop was laughing at him now.
    "Yo, you ever fuck a girl in the ass? You still a virgin as far as I'm concerned, if you ain't nevuh tap any ass. Pussy's nice, but you ain't a man unless you got a girl givin' up that ass."
    "That ain't right," Naluke said, still sounding defensive -- it was obvious the answer was no, he had never fucked a girl in the ass. "You ain't gotta fuck some ass-"
    "Betcha can't do it, nigga," Reggie said. He wrapped one wiry