Blatino Str8 Trade: Alpha Thugs Downlow (Ultimate Str8 Trade Book 1) by Marcus Greene Page A
Authors: Marcus Greene
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arm around Walter and said, "Lemme see you fuck this gayboy. Huh? You ever fuck around on the downlow, boy?"
"I don't do that shit! I get girls!"
"You ain't got shit for girls. You ain't got game, nigga," Reggie said. He got up and went towards the back before either Walter or Naluke had agreed; it seemed he simply assumed they would both go along with his plan.
The haircut was over by then, and Walter was excited to follow Reggie to the backroom. Naluke didn't follow at first, but after the others all taunted him for a few more moments, he got up and sauntered in as though he had always meant to do so . (Yeah, nigga, you gonna see what ass is like, yuh! ) It sounded rather like the other barbers were trying to make Naluke as uncomfortable and tense as possible, so that he wouldn't be able to get hard and they could all make fun of him for it.
Walter rather liked the older daddy-types, like Reggie, so he was excited to see his lean body -- he pulled his t-shirt over his head as he leaned against one of the storeroom walls. He smiled cockily at his stepson and pulled his dick out of the fly of his jeans.
"Let's see ya meat, Naluke," Reggie said as though he knew it wasn't going to be that big.
Naluke winced. He was a big boy -- not fat by any means, but he had a bit of pudge and plenty of mass. He unceremoniously dropped his pants to his ankles, revealing a fat prick, not outrageously small but substantially shorter than Reggie's slab of meat.
"Bring it in, nigga. This is called a spitroast," Reggie said with a smirk. Walter sunk to all fours in front of Reggie, sticking his ass in the air for Naluke -- he hadn't taken his pants off yet, as he wanted to make Naluke work a little for it.
Yo, you fuck that nigga yet, Naluke? Huh? I ain't hear him beggin' fo' mo' yet.
That's cuz he ain't a white college girl, man, you just don't know.
Reggie was already getting hard even before his cock pushed into Walter's mouth. He must have been horny, Walter thought, as he tasted the man's distinctive funk. He moaned as the exquisite taste dripped down his throat. Reggie kept his focus on his stepson, however, as though he barely noticed his own blowjob.
The sound of Walter moaning made Reggie chuckle like a cocky prick. "See, Naluke? When you's a real nigga, faggots get off on the taste of yo' meat. You ain't nevuh gonna get that good, cuz you ain't got game."
"Shut the fuck up, Reggie!"
Despite his bravado, it was apparent that Naluke had no experience with anal sex . (He in there yet, Reggie? ) He nervously pulled down Walter's pants and underwear to reveal his bare ass, but then sucked in his teeth as though he was expecting to see a vagina. He nervously wedged his limp dick between Walter's cheeks.
"Get hard, nigga, what's wrong wit' you?" Then Reggie called out to the front of the shop, "Nah, he ain't in yet. He playin' around some first. Flopping rope and shit... Mo' like floppin' string though."
Naluke muttered to himself. He was plainly embarrassed, by both his stepfather and the torrent of laughter from the shop. Walter was worried he might decide to give up. He could save face by claiming he couldn't get hard with a man and the smell of his stepfather's precum filling up the backroom. Walter squeezed his asscheeks around Naluke's shaft, then reached behind himself and gave it a few strokes. It perked up in his hands.
Flop that string, nigga!
His coordination ended then as Reggie began fucking his throat more violently -- showing off, Walter guessed, to his stepson, who watched with horror as though he had no idea blowjobs could be so violent. Walter gagged and choked on Reggie's cock, opening his mouth as wide as he could. His hands flailed around behind himself, but it seemed Naluke no longer needed help. He breathed a sigh of relief as he got his dick hard enough to plunge deep into Walter's ass.
"Oh damn, he in there now! He did it! I admit, I wuz wrong," Reggie said, cackling as he slapped hands with Naluke.
"I don't do that shit! I get girls!"
"You ain't got shit for girls. You ain't got game, nigga," Reggie said. He got up and went towards the back before either Walter or Naluke had agreed; it seemed he simply assumed they would both go along with his plan.
The haircut was over by then, and Walter was excited to follow Reggie to the backroom. Naluke didn't follow at first, but after the others all taunted him for a few more moments, he got up and sauntered in as though he had always meant to do so . (Yeah, nigga, you gonna see what ass is like, yuh! ) It sounded rather like the other barbers were trying to make Naluke as uncomfortable and tense as possible, so that he wouldn't be able to get hard and they could all make fun of him for it.
Walter rather liked the older daddy-types, like Reggie, so he was excited to see his lean body -- he pulled his t-shirt over his head as he leaned against one of the storeroom walls. He smiled cockily at his stepson and pulled his dick out of the fly of his jeans.
"Let's see ya meat, Naluke," Reggie said as though he knew it wasn't going to be that big.
Naluke winced. He was a big boy -- not fat by any means, but he had a bit of pudge and plenty of mass. He unceremoniously dropped his pants to his ankles, revealing a fat prick, not outrageously small but substantially shorter than Reggie's slab of meat.
"Bring it in, nigga. This is called a spitroast," Reggie said with a smirk. Walter sunk to all fours in front of Reggie, sticking his ass in the air for Naluke -- he hadn't taken his pants off yet, as he wanted to make Naluke work a little for it.
Yo, you fuck that nigga yet, Naluke? Huh? I ain't hear him beggin' fo' mo' yet.
That's cuz he ain't a white college girl, man, you just don't know.
Reggie was already getting hard even before his cock pushed into Walter's mouth. He must have been horny, Walter thought, as he tasted the man's distinctive funk. He moaned as the exquisite taste dripped down his throat. Reggie kept his focus on his stepson, however, as though he barely noticed his own blowjob.
The sound of Walter moaning made Reggie chuckle like a cocky prick. "See, Naluke? When you's a real nigga, faggots get off on the taste of yo' meat. You ain't nevuh gonna get that good, cuz you ain't got game."
"Shut the fuck up, Reggie!"
Despite his bravado, it was apparent that Naluke had no experience with anal sex . (He in there yet, Reggie? ) He nervously pulled down Walter's pants and underwear to reveal his bare ass, but then sucked in his teeth as though he was expecting to see a vagina. He nervously wedged his limp dick between Walter's cheeks.
"Get hard, nigga, what's wrong wit' you?" Then Reggie called out to the front of the shop, "Nah, he ain't in yet. He playin' around some first. Flopping rope and shit... Mo' like floppin' string though."
Naluke muttered to himself. He was plainly embarrassed, by both his stepfather and the torrent of laughter from the shop. Walter was worried he might decide to give up. He could save face by claiming he couldn't get hard with a man and the smell of his stepfather's precum filling up the backroom. Walter squeezed his asscheeks around Naluke's shaft, then reached behind himself and gave it a few strokes. It perked up in his hands.
Flop that string, nigga!
His coordination ended then as Reggie began fucking his throat more violently -- showing off, Walter guessed, to his stepson, who watched with horror as though he had no idea blowjobs could be so violent. Walter gagged and choked on Reggie's cock, opening his mouth as wide as he could. His hands flailed around behind himself, but it seemed Naluke no longer needed help. He breathed a sigh of relief as he got his dick hard enough to plunge deep into Walter's ass.
"Oh damn, he in there now! He did it! I admit, I wuz wrong," Reggie said, cackling as he slapped hands with Naluke.
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