by Riley Parks
“Never lost them.” He macked before following Kane out of the room.
“You were looking pretty skinny, man,” his brother informed him, “leaner than I’ve ever seen you.”
“Wouldn’t randomly bulk up in a week,” Evan tsked. “Doesn’t make any sense.”
“Whatever. Can’t you take a fucking compliment? You’re looking good, a’ight? Healthy even.”
“Shit, I wouldn’t go that far.” Evan laughed. They stood on the porch and smoked as they waited for Jamal and Luis to come down and join them.
Cedric’s house was a few blocks away, but Evan could hear the bass from the music coming from Ced’s place. It became more intense the closer they got to the party and as soon as they entered, the beat pounded through him, prompting his heart to thump at its rhythm. Evan wasn’t sure if he would’ve had the same visceral reaction if he hadn’t been high, but with cocaine navigating his system, the whole scene felt intense and he wasn’t sure if it was in a good way. He knew that he didn’t have much choice but to stay for at least a short period of time to show that he was thankful to be a part of the KKz.
After doing a few shots with some of the boys, he found himself sitting on a sofa in between two other guys who he guessed were new like him. He thought he was hallucinating when he saw three topless women, who looked to be the South Side’s version of Vivid porn stars, enter the room, big fake tits bouncing with every step. He glanced at Kane to gauge his reaction and determine if he knew that this was going to happen, and from the goofy grin Kane gave back, it seemed he did. Evan could feel people watching him as one of the girls climbed onto his lap.
“I got lucky,” she cooed in his ear, her wavy blonde hair cascading onto his cheek. “You’re the hottest guy here.”
He nodded, unsure of what to say in response. She proceeded to give him a filthy lap dance, shoving body parts that he wanted nothing to do with in his face and grinding her big ass against the crotch of his jeans, trying to bring some life to his flaccid cock. “Not going to work,” he stated as she dropped her hand below his waistband and wrapped it around his dick. “I’m high as fuck.”
She gave him an exaggerated pout. “Wanted to ride you. Feel really big.”
“Guess you didn’t really get lucky then.” He pursed his lips as he glanced at the guy to the right of him getting his dick sucked and then to his left where one of the strippers was bouncing on the dude’s bare cock. Panic began to press against chest as he surveyed the room and saw eyes looking curiously at him, wondering why he wasn’t fucking the hot piece of ass on top of him.
Attempting to think on his feet, he did the only thing he could think of that would possibly allow him to save face. He told the blonde to lie face down on the dingy carpet. He proceeded to pour a long line of cocaine from the base of her neck through the crack of her ass and down her leg. He wanted to cry when he saw all the white powder leaving his possession, but he knew it was his only way out. “So many Klown Killerz have done more for me in this short period of time than I could ever fucking do in return,” he began, “so this is a start.”
Much to his relief, a bunch of the guys approached, shaking his hand before leaning over and bumping a portion of the line. The crowding around the girl enabled him to duck out and make his way through the packed house to the front porch where he sat on a rickety rocking chair and lit up a cigarette.
“What the fuck was that?” Kane questioned, squatting down next to Evan and looking at him skeptically.
“What was what?” Evan asked innocently.
“Not like you to give up that much of your shit. Especially not the good stuff,” his brother stated, shaking his head.
“Like I said, everyone’s done a lot for me.” He shrugged and blew a plume of smoke into the humid air.
“Mmmhmm.”
“What?”
Kane’s eyes were heavy with concern. “The thing about being in a gang is that everyone’s the same. We all do the same things, want the same things, and function in the same way. A fucking unit,” he began. “It’s not a good thing to be different. Being different gets you killed. We don’t do different.”
“Not sure what you’re getting at,” Evan evaded, feeling his defenses wrap around him like a shield.
“You know what I’m getting at,” Kane replied, biting his lower lip. “I don’t give a shit. Always suspected it. But those guys in there,” he paused and shook his head, “they give a shit.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Evan repeated stubbornly, refusing to look down at his brother for fear that his face would admit he did.
“Whatever, Evan. Deny it to me, deny it to yourself, I don’t care.” Kane sighed as if he didn’t want to say the next statement that was going to come out of his mouth. “But you got to learn how to fuck women.” With that Kane stood up and left his brother dumbstruck in his wake.
The realization that somebody in his life suspected his deepest secret had him reeling. With all his coke gone, he needed to find something to abate his stress and there was no better way than fucking.
He prayed Hot Shit would be there to take the pounding.
8
The past week had been full of aggravation for Jackson. As relieved as he was to be done with Tamara, there were a lot of loose ends to tie up regarding their relationship. It blew his mind how intertwined their lives had become, at least financially. It took him a full day to cancel all her credit cards, remove her from his checking account, and drop her phone plan. When he wasn’t dealing with that bullshit, he was dealing with her bullshit. He knew she wouldn’t fuck off quietly, but it had been wearing on him how persistent her reconciliation attempts had been. She was blowing up his phone constantly and showing up randomly at the apartment. He’d refused to talk to her, but did give her some more of her stuff back, thinking that maybe she’d be less desperate if she had some more of her shit. As he suspected, the gesture slowed her down, but hadn’t gotten him the radio silence he’d hoped for.
He wondered if Tammy had ever really loved him, or if she’d fooled herself into thinking she did. She’d stuck with him through everything, even when he treated her like shit, which had more to do with a lack of self-worth than her affection for him.
Outsiders would look at Tamara and think she had it all with her beautiful face and banging body, but nobody in the hood had it all. What Tammy did have was a father who was serving life for murder and a meth-head mother who looked the other way when her deadbeat boyfriends touched her kids.
Initially, he’d felt like he’d saved Tamara in the same way he’d rescued Amy. If he hadn’t been expected to have romantic feelings for Tams, he may have been able to love her like he loved his sister, but it had been unrealistic to have thought there wouldn’t have been pressure for him to feel more. When it came down to it, everyone had a fucking sob story on the South Side, and he wasn’t going to piss his life away trying to make someone else’s better.
As if Tammy’s shit wasn’t causing him enough stress, his suppliers out of Mexico seemed to be having a hard time getting high-end product to him, which didn’t bode well for his bottom line. Jackson’s clients expected the best and that was what he intended to get for them. While he could’ve peddled some cut bags, it wasn’t his style. He’d spent years on the corner making twenty dollars here and there and giving the real money to the big dogs. He wasn’t interested in falling back. Still, he had handed off some janky shit to his foot soldiers and was expecting to see a return. Just because he wasn’t going to sell the low-end product himself didn’t mean he was above profiting from it. He had to pay some of those motherfuckers a visit and collect. But not tonight; tonight he was finally making his way back to Humboldt Park with the hope of getting railed by that big cock that had been on his mind since the failed fuck attempt.
When he spotted the redhead on the same bench he’d sat on the last time they’d hooked up, Jackson felt his cock stiffen. He adjusted himself as he approached, standing in fron
t of the dude rather than sitting down beside him like he had before. The guy didn’t look at him; instead, he kept his head tilted back and watched as the smoke from his blunt snaked up to the sky.
“So are we going to fucking do this or what?” Jackson asked impatiently, raising his eyebrows as the man lowered his head.
A wry smile played on his pink lips before he brought the spliff between them and took a deep inhale. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Jackson muttered back, rolling his eyes when the man held the weed out to him and gestured for him to sit down. “Ain’t interested in talking,” Jack said, yet he reluctantly took a seat and then a puff.
“A’ight,” he replied, seemingly unfazed by the statement.
They sat in silence, alternating hits as a foggy haze of smoke filled the space between them. Trying to be as discreet as possible, Jackson allowed his eyes to study the man beside him. Daywalker was even more attractive than Jack remembered, with a stray strand of red hair falling on his forehead and lean muscles pressing against the fabric of his tight blue t-shirt. As much as he hated the color blue, he couldn’t help but think it looked pretty fucking good on Red. Jack felt his face flush when the man caught him staring and looked directly into his eyes with a smirk.
“You can look at me. Don’t have to pretend you’re not.”
“Wasn’t,” Jackson protested, rolling his eyes at the assertion. He pointedly focused on the grouping of trees in front of them, refusing to give the guy the satisfaction of catching him gazing again.
“Suck my dick,” the guy directed in a voice so husky it sent chills down Jackson’s spine and straight into his cock.
“Fuck off,” Jack scoffed, equal parts annoyed that the redhead was telling him what the fuck to do, and taken aback by the fact that he was prompting him to give him head on a park bench that was unhidden by the trunk of a tree or the mass of a boulder. When Jackson turned to shoot him a dirty look, he was surprised to find the guy leaning back with the blunt hanging from his mouth and his hand stroking his cock slowly. Instinctively Jack licked his lips and looked around to see if anyone was within viewing distance. The only people he could find were two fags making out against the rock, too into each other to notice anything going on around them.
“C’mon,” Red urged, giving Jackson a salacious grin. “Do it.”
Jackson sighed, beside himself that he was actually considering it. Though he ached to be dominated, he’d never let a guy take control during sex. He’d always held himself back from going there, feeling that once he did he’d be too far gone.
“You look like a badass,” the redhead commented with a shrug. “It’s a’ight if you’re not into it. Just figured you wouldn’t be scared of shit.”
That was all it took for Jackson to let himself go. He leaned over and took Red’s cock into his mouth, drawing a soft moan from the man’s lips as Jackson began to bob eagerly on the enormous dick.
“Mmhmm, like that,” the guy crooned, digging his fingers into Jack’s hair and leading his head up and down as Red gently rolled his hips into Jack’s face. “Such a pretty mouth.”
Jackson bristled at the compliment, but the heavy dick lying on his tongue and pushing against the back of his throat had him too turned on to pull away.
As Jackson swirled his tongue around the man’s smooth shaft, Jack worried that this motherfucker already had him hooked. He moved his way up to the tip so he could lap at the pre-come beading on Red’s slit before pulling off. “You bring a fucking condom this time?” Jackson didn’t want to admit that he’d brought a few in case the dumbass forgot.
The redhead nodded, stubbed out his blunt, and tucked his dick into his pants.
Jackson walked toward the tree line, his body buzzing with anticipation. As expeditiously as possible, he took a packet of lube out his pocket, handed it to the redhead, and turned around to face the tree, unbuttoning his pants as he did.
“Can you toss your piece on the ground?” the guy asked, his use of a street term taking Jackson by surprise.
“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he said, removing his clip. “Forgot I was packing.” It was rare that he wasn’t, but he typically didn’t carry when he hit up the park, thinking that he could handle a bunch of queens with his fists, if necessary.
“A Glock, huh? Nice,” Red stated as he traced a slick finger around Jackson’s puckered hole. He was about to question what the fuck Red knew about guns when he was distracted by a long finger pushing into him. The man didn’t waste any time opening him up, adding digits as soon as Jackson was ready to take them, dipping in deep and scissoring out wide.
He heard the foil tearing and felt the pressure of that big dick inching into his opening. He couldn’t help but groan as the man behind him swayed his hips slightly in an attempt to stretch him out farther. “Fuck,” Jackson grunted when the guy bottomed out. He’d never been so goddamn full before in his life. The girth of Red’s cock was pushing against Jackson’s walls in the most delicious way and his knees began shaking from the overwhelming feeling.
The redhead began fucking him gently, as if he was used to working guys in who couldn’t take his size. Jackson heard a slight laugh tumble out of the guy’s mouth when Jack started to push back, wanting more, “Shit, I see you,” Red teased, following Jackson’s lead and snapping his hips quicker and more intensely.
It was everything Jackson had hoped it would be when he’d spent the last several nights jacking off to thoughts of that huge dick. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as his body naturally attempted to pull away. “Goddamn,” he groaned, clawing into the bark of the tree to steady himself.
“Take it so good,” Red praised, punctuating his words with deep jabs.
Jackson couldn’t help but cry out when the man began to properly slam the shit out of him. He could hear his breathing get heavier and his moans grow louder as a pair of weighty balls slapped against his ass with every bang. He felt the guy’s arm loop tightly around his neck and pull him down farther onto his cock with every thrust. Knowing that he was close, Jackson dropped his hand down to his dick and began to tug fervently.
“You close?” the redhead asked, his voice croaking as he drilled into him.
Jackson was too far gone to reply, but found it in him to whimper when the guy knocked his hand off his dick so that he could take over jerking it. It only took a few strokes before Jackson was shooting his come all over the tree. He leaned his forehead against the rough surface as he attempted to catch his breath, letting out a satisfied sigh when he felt the warmth of the other man’s release empty into the condom.
“What’s your name?” the guy panted as he carefully pulled out of Jackson’s ass. “Wanted to say it but I didn’t know it.”
He’d already broken his own rules meeting up with the guy for a second time; there was no way he was going to let things become more intimate than that. “None of your fucking business,” Jackson huffed, glancing over his shoulder, amused to see a slight smile on the other man’s lips.
“I’m Evan,” he said with a grin. “When can I see you again, ‘none of your fucking business’?”
Jackson sniffed uncomfortably as he tugged up his pants. “Not into repeat performances.”
“Even when it’s the best fuck of your life?” Evan asked skeptically.
This cocky motherfucker. It was, but there was no way Jackson was going to admit it to the entitled prick. He hated old money. They never had to work for shit. “Who said it was the best fuck of my life?”
Evan chuckled. “The tears coming down your face.”
Jackson raised his hand to his cheek, mortified when he felt wetness. He wiped it away and gave the guy the finger in response.
“Unless you always cry when you get fucked.”
“Saturday,” Jackson stated, grabbing his gun and getting the fuck out of there without so much as another glance in Evan’s direction.
On Jackson’s way back to the L the only thing crossing his mind was fuck.
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sp; Fuck that guy.
He loved fucking that guy.
Fuck his dumb cocky ass.
Shit he’d fucked his ass good.
Fucking Saturday.
What the fuck was he thinking?
He was fucked.
9
Evan lengthened his body, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a sated groan at the pull. It wasn’t often that he woke up content, but that’s exactly how he felt. Soft sheets draped over him as he adjusted his position and the cool breeze from the air conditioner kissed his skin. He was sore as fuck, but it wasn’t the type of discomfort he used to deal with when he was sleeping on unforgiving surfaces like benches or concrete. It was the delicious ache of being thoroughly fucked out.
He’d been with a lot of men, but he’d never had an experience like the one he’d had the night before with “none of your fucking business.” The guy could take dick like a beast. Evan was used to whiny bitches who talked a big game until it came time to get it on. They’d squirm and complain, unable to accommodate his size. When he really started banging, they’d urge him to slow down and fuck them gently. An epic disappointment. He was into knockdown, drag-out hole drilling, not making love.
Other men inched away when he pulled them down farther onto his cock, but the sexy brunet had pushed back, demanding more. Evan could tell that the guy had tried to stifle the noises that poured out of his mouth, and Evan was glad the beast had been unable to. Every gasp and groan had driven Evan fucking crazy and spurred him to go even harder.
The guy was tough as fuck. It was easy to recognize that from his attitude, but his tattoos and gun were confirmation. As far as Evan was concerned, it took a badass to take a rod up his ass and enjoy the railing.
And the man was gorgeous.
Evan was sure that guy could get as much dick as he wanted. Yet there was no doubt in Evan’s mind that the brunet hit up Humboldt for similar reasons as Evan: too much to lose if his proclivities saw the light of day.