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Masculine Shockers: Chapter One

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

“Hello, I’d like to see Eugene Markland,” said Teddy. He smiled at the receptionist, who was a handsome man of Indian descent, with a thin, shrill voice that made him seem less handsome once you heard it.
“Do you have an appointment?” asked the annoying assistant. “Mr. Markland is a very busy man. He is a tycoon of industry. He oversees companies — companies in the plural. He doesn’t just take meetings with anyone. He’s very busy.”
“Oh, I understand, I really do. I think he’ll want to take this meeting,” Teddy said. He glanced at the door into Mr. Markland’s office, but it was a heavy door latched shut, perhaps even locked. There was no way in without permission. Teddy had rather hoped to just barge in, but that was clearly not going to happen.
The waiting area looked like a ski lodge, paneled with rich wood, photos of snow-covered mountains framed and dappling the walls giving the whole area a chill, like just being reminded of a chalet was enough to make Teddy shiver. Or maybe it was the overly air-conditioned air. The only part of the office that looked like what it was — an ordinary office on the forty-sixth floor of a skyscraper in Manhattan — was the cheap off-blue carpet, which looked like it had been a luxurious azure at one point years ago.
“Hmm-hmm.” The assistant smiled politely. “What can I tell him this is concerning?”
“Cookie storage.”
“Cookie storage?” He had been holding onto a telephone, but he put it down when he heard Teddy say cookie storage. He smiled again. “I see. So you, uh… represent… a warehouse? Or-“
“No, sorry, this is about the storage of a small number of cookies, not, like, trucks worth,” Teddy said.
“… Is that something Mr. Markland is interested in?”
“You’d have to ask him,” Teddy said. “He’s free to say no. I’ll gladly go if he doesn’t want to see me. Please just ask him.”
The assistant looked at the phone as though deciding whether to ask Mr. Markland about this on the phone or to go in his office and ask in person. He went in. Teddy wasn’t surprised. He’d learned a long time ago that it was better to ask for something preposterous in person in a situation like this. If he’d said he was here to discuss becoming the new supplier of steel cables or high-tech camera lenses for Mr. Markland’s businesses, the assistant would never have let him in or even considered it. If you said something seemingly preposterous, the assistant wouldn’t know if it was a real thing or not, if it was code or a reference to something above his pay grade. There were a lot of possibilities that simply didn’t exist if you claimed you represented something mundane like a steel-supplier.
Teddy wasn’t lying though. He really was here to speak to Mr. Winthrop about cookie storage.
“Mr. Winthrop will see you now,” the assistant said, glaring at Teddy as he walked in. Teddy shut the door behind himself.
Mr. Winthrop sat at his desk, head cocked to the side, eyebrows furrowed like he wasn’t entirely happy with Teddy coming here. Teddy wasn’t surprised about that either.

He was momentarily flummoxed because Mr. Winthrop was handsome. That was also not a surprise — it was the entire reason Teddy was here — but it did throw him for a loop when he finally saw him in person. He was broad-shouldered and thick, black-haired but with a few silver roots as though he dyed it and needed to redye it soon. Teddy was fine with him like that, since he liked the older daddy-types, especially powerfully built daddies in fine Italian suits.


Billions of dollars to his name didn’t hurt either.
“What can I do for you?” Mr. Winthrop asked.
“I wanted to show you something and see what you thought-” Teddy busied himself with opening his briefcase. “Ah, there we go.” He lifted up a beautiful ornate cookie jar and placed it in his lap. It was a panda bear, arms and legs wrapped around a bee whose body was the actual jar. Its insectoid eyes were the lid, giving it an sinister vibe that was counteracted by the jolly bear with its amygdaliformic eyes.
Up until this moment, Teddy had thought of the jar as just a tool to get what he wanted out of Mr. Winthrop. It didn’t even occur to him to wonder why a cookie jar might be important or valuable or that it might really have an artistic statement. Once he pulled it out of the briefcase, however, he briefly saw it in the same light that Mr. Winthrop did, and it made him feel flush with fear, disgust, comfort, humor, hunger, warmth, cold, all at once.
He was almost reluctant to give it up.
Mr. Winthrop’s eyes opened wide. He gripped his desk tightly, then frowned and gritted his teeth. “First, I’d like to know why you came to see me about this.”
“Because I know you want it. You probably recognized it right away, didn’t you? It’s a Caranzano. They call it L’Abbraccio Eterno-“
“L’Abbraccio Eterno.” Mr. Winthrop murmured with a much better Italian accent than Teddy. “You believe I have an interest in cookie jars?”
“Look, you don’t have to hide it from me,” Teddy said. “I know you went to Cookie-Con in 1991, and I have records from an insurance company showing you have a collection in your home-“
“How did you get that?” His silky voice turned stentorian, and his eyes narrowed to slits.
“None of your business,” Teddy said.
“It is precisely my business. My insurance policies are literally an example of my business-“

“Relax, relax, I’m not going to blow your secret. It shouldn’t matter to the Board of Directors anyway,” Teddy said. “But we both know it does. They don’t want a cookie-jar-collecting weirdo as CEO.” He giggled and blushed. “You don’t have any way to buy something this high-profile without them finding out.”


Mr. Winthrop’s eyes narrowed to slits. “What do you want?”
“I want to taste your dick,” Teddy said. “That’s all. Then you can add this fine Caranzano handmade cookie jar to your collection. They only made a hundred of these-“
“They made a hundred and ten, counting the prototypes.” Mr. Winthrop frowned again — he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He blushed a little, though he was good at hiding it.
“You don’t have anything to be ashamed about. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? It’s well-made, gorgeous-“
“It doesn’t need to be gorgeous. You don’t understand. A cookie jar is not just a place to store cookies. It is a living, breathing piece of art, a piece of childhood set in a fixed form. It is more than you can dream of, little man,” Mr. Winthrop said. He stood and came to the front of his desk. “Why should I let you jack me off? For a cookie jar?! You would sully a cookie jar with tawdry perversion?”
“I would. Yes.”
“Let me pay you for it. The last time one was sold the price was seventy-four thousand dollars. My cock is not worth that much.”
“I know. I think it is definitely worth seventy-four thousand dollars,” Teddy said. “I don’t get to taste a lot of billionaire dick.”
“You really want to jack me off with your mouth — which is utterly foul — instead of making seventy-four thousand dollars?” Mr. Winthrop said.
“Do you really want to pay that much instead of blow a nut?”
“This isn’t really something I do.”
“I know. That’s the best part,” Teddy said, smacking his lips. He got on his knees in front of Mr. Winthrop. He had jacked off enough men to know that they would say no if the answer was no. If they started trying to convince him to want something else, the answer was yes, they just didn’t want to admit to themselves that they were willing to do it without proving they tried really hard to get around it.
“You have to tell me where you go it,” Mr. Winthrop said. “Is it stolen?”
“No! I inherited it from my great aunt. I barely knew her, this was just in a storage locker I got,” Teddy said. “I have no desire for a fancy cookie jar. Or even a normal one. I don’t eat carbs.”
“And you don’t want the money?”
“I have plenty of money. What I don’t have is a billionaire’s cock in my mouth.” Teddy crossed his arms over his chest.
Mr. Winthrop pursed his lips and nodded. “Fine…”
Teddy slowly tweaked Mr. Winthrop’s cock through the soft fabric of his slacks. When Mr. Winthrop just sighed without complaining, Teddy stroked it more fully, and leaned forward as Mr. Winthrop sat on the edge of his desk.
He leaned back farther, both to give Teddy easy access to his crotch and to reach his phone. He pressed a button. “John? Please hold my calls and don’t disturb us in here.”
“Yes, sir,” John said through the intercom. His desire to know what was going in here was audible even through the tinny speakers, and Teddy smirked. He suspected John would be out there listening at the door before Teddy was finished.
He unzipped Mr. Winthrop’s slacks and hefted his cock out. It was thick and smooth, heavy-balled. Teddy slapped himself over the face with it. Mr. Winthrop yawned and rolled his eyes.
“Have you ever been gotten a nut off in a man before?”
Mr. Winthrop crossed his arms over his chest. He closed his eyes when Teddy licked his shaft, then cleared his throat. “I was poor in college. I… I may have made some money in… in ways I do not tell people about now.”
“Oh yeah? I bet you had lots of fans back then,” Teddy said. “I like you better a little older though.” Before Mr. Winthrop could respond, Teddy started throating him deeply, opening his throat wide to swallow every inch of his foot-long meat.
“Goddamn…” Mr. Winthrop had obviously not expected this to actually feel good. His eyes opened wide and he looked down. His face simmered ruddily and sweat dappled his chin.
He watched as his cock firmed up in Teddy’s mouth, until it was rock-hard, veiny now, throbbing, pulsating. Teddy slipped all the way down it until his nose was buried in Mr. Winthrop’s dense pubic bush.
Teddy looked up at him and made eye contact as Mr. Winthrop threw his head back. He gripped the surface of the desk he sat on as though he might fall over if he didn’t hold on.
A gurgling moan escaped from Teddy’s lips as he felt Mr. Winthrop approach orgasm. His heavy balls rose up in his sac.
And then he moved suddenly, reaching behind Teddy. For just a moment, Teddy thought he was robbing him — Teddy did a lot of rough-trade, so that happened. Then he realized that was ridiculous — why would a billionaire pick some random man’s pocket?
He had grabbed the cookie-jar. Teddy leaning forward had nearly knocked it off the edge of the desk, and it would have shattered on the floor of the office. Mr. Winthrop frowned and swore.
“You clumsy oaf! You almost broke it! You ridiculous mincing fool-!” Mr. Winthrop gasped, his face turning red as he held onto the cookie jar with all the concentration he could muster. He shuddered and his voice broke. “Aaaaah-!
Since he was doing something else as he came, Mr. Winthrop’s orgasm was strained, almost painful. He grunted. He was going to keep scolding Teddy for almost breaking the cookie jar, then he stopped because the pleasure wracking his body was too intense to speak through.
“Ah, oh…” he sighed and groaned, his face turning red.
Finally creamy cum sprayed into Teddy’s mouth, great gobs of it that spurted right down his gullet. At first he didn’t taste it because Mr. Winthrop’s horsey cock was so big and so long that it aimed right down his throat, lower than his tongue, and he couldn’t taste it at all.
But soon some of it slipped onto his tongue, and Mr. Winthrop slowly withdrew his shaft, giving Teddy an explosion of salty flavor.
“Ah, man…” Teddy sighed as he pulled off his cock and smacked his lips. Cum dripped from his chin.
“You… You do that pretty well,” Mr. Winthrop said with a gasp, as though he was shocked by Teddy’s skills. He gently placed the cookie jar on his desk. He frowned again, both at the cookie jar — he didn’t have any easy way of taking it home without his assistant seeing it — and because he was flummoxed by the mind-blowing orgasm he had just experienced. He never thought a man could make him feel like that. Certainly no woman had ever swallowed him as deeply as that.
“You have a nice dick, it’s easy to swallow,” Teddy said as he cleaned his face off. He stood. “Thanks.”
“No. Thank you,” Mr. Winthrop said. “Perhaps if you encounter any new… pieces in the future, you will contact me. I would be glad to set up future trades of this sort.”
“I will definitely let you know,” Teddy said.
“Next time, please come to my home, not my office,” Mr. Winthrop said. He wrote down his address. “I will instruct the doorman to let you in.”
“I will be there,” Teddy said.

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Masculine Shockers: Chapter Two

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Teddy thought that Mal was a generally polite and solicitous person, because that was the way he acted. It wasn’t until he happened to see Mal in a grocery store one day that Teddy realized it was all an act.
Perhaps that shouldn’t have been surprising. In the Martinsburg Public Library, Mal was a librarian. Since he was a nearly seven-foot tall black man in a kangol hat and a dense Muslim-looking beard, he didn’t exactly fit in. The other librarians were mostly either elderly white women or politically activist young women. Mal had muscles bulging from the button-down shirt and tie he wore — literally, his body didn’t seem to fit in his shirt. It looked as though flexing his biceps would make his clothes fall apart like a Hulk.
“That’s right, ma’am, I do work here. I’d be glad to help,” he said. Even when he spoke quietly, his baritone voice boomed like a cannon, echoing in the tiny library. He didn’t really have a quiet voice. His voice sounded like his chest was so massive his words resonated around in there before making their way out, so they came out echoey and cavernous. The little old white lady who had approached the information desk quaked a little.
She whispered something Teddy couldn’t hear. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on that though. He was busy fantasizing about Mal.
He spoke so properly at the library, but when Teddy ran into him at the grocery store, he was hanging out with a couple of other young black men. They had been talking about something, but the only words Teddy could make out were Mal saying, “yeah, nigga, I made that ass shake, you don’t even know, she was vibratin’ all over my meat.”
He hadn’t been speaking properly at all. He had been passing himself off as a thug. Or had he simply stopped trying to pass himself off as a kindly librarian? Teddy didn’t know which was the case.
He didn’t much care either. It was mildly interesting, but Teddy wasn’t here for that. He was here to jack Mal off.
That was Teddy’s hobby, finding alpha males and seeing if they would let him take a swing on their meat.
He waited until the end of the night. Teddy knew from personal experience that Mal closed up alone. He let the other employees — all of them old ladies — go when it was still light out. He even escorted them to their cars like a gentleman before returning to close up.

Teddy waited for that tonight. He pretended to read a book in the study room, which was out of the way enough that Mal wouldn’t likely know Teddy was here until he checked right before leaving for the night.


“You have a good night too, Vera, uh-huh,” Mal said. “Lemme get the door.”
Teddy straightened his back. After a few minutes, Mal came back in, sans Vera. Teddy still sat there. He heard Mal moving around behind the counter, finishing up for the night.
Then, at last, Mal came closer. “Hello, anybody there? We closin’ now, you best wake up if you out there.” It didn’t sound like he had any expectation that anyone would be left in the library. He looked in the bathrooms and down each of the halls purely out of habit. “Hello?!”
Teddy stood up and put a shocked look on his face as Mal came around the corner and saw him. Teddy cleared his throat. “Oh, are you closed?”
“Yes, sir,” Mal said.
Teddy nodded and grabbed his things. He headed for the door. He took in Mal’s intoxicating scent, which was almost enough to get him hard in itself. He brushed past Mal’s thick chest on his way out of the study room.
Then he headed for the stairs to the main floor. The front lights were already off, but there was emergency lighting that never turned off. Teddy stopped there.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
Mal frowned. “Yes, I’m a real librarian. I know I ain’t typical.” He flexed his arm and kissed his bicep. “It’s just what I do, y’know. Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ a brother gettin’ a degree in library science. In fact-“
“Yeah, yeah, sure, I get that, that’s not the question,” Teddy said. “Though it’s kinda related. I was wondering…” He pulled out a wad of five hundred dollar bills. “What you’d be willing to do for five hundred dollars?”
“Man, I ain’t a thug, I ain’t beatin’ up no one for you, I swear-“
“No, no this is nothing like that,” Teddy said. “What if you just stood there and closed your eyes and let me swallow you dry?”
Mal frowned and chuckled. “Hmmm…” He grunted. “Uh. Uh-huh.” He shifted his weight between his feet. “Uh… yeah. Okay.”
Teddy dropped to his knees as soon as Mal said it. He leaned against the check-out counter, near a stack of children’s books. Teddy unzipped his slacks and took his cock out. It was thick and veiny, hefty enough to have some weight to it when Teddy flopped it over his mouth.
“Man, you said you wanted to swallow it, honky. Whatchoo playin’ at? If you wanna do it, do it. Put it in ya mouth and get it wet, shit…” He leaned back as though bored already.
Teddy giggled and started licking it. He planted his lips on the tip and made a loud moist suckling noise. He still hadn’t started throating it yet, or even licking it. He just sucked on the tip like a lollipop he was trying to melt in his mouth as quickly as possible.

Mal had only unzipped khakis and undone his belt. His pants were open, but not down. His shirt was in the way. Teddy didn’t mind — in his view, that just made it hotter. He could smell the musky fabric of his khaki pants, which he had probably worn more than once since he last washed them, mixing with the lilting detergent scent of his cleaner underwear.


“C’mon, man, if you gonna swallow it, get to swallowin’. Open that mouth up and get it down.” Mal chuckled dryly. He swiped his dick — just getting a bit hard now — over Teddy’s face. “You like that, man?”
“Hmmm… I do…” Teddy smiled up at him. He stuck his tongue out and chased Mal’s dick with it, trying to lick it while Mal tried to rub it over his face. Mal kept a tight frown on and he kept looking away with a sigh like he really wished Teddy would get on with it. But a smile flickered over his face too.
Finally Mal roared. “I know you just teasin’ me. You wanna swallow it fo’ real, right?”
“I do…” Teddy said coyly. That was his cue to start really throating. He went as far down as he could in one smooth motion. He was practiced, so he was able to deeply throat Mal like a champion. His nose buried itself in Mal’s pubic hair, and his throat soon fought because Mal finally rocketed to full erection.
His dick throbbed in Teddy’s mouth, its veiny shaft pulsating against his tongue. Teddy smiled up at Mal, whose eyes were closed.
“Wait…” Mal stopped moving, but he didn’t take his dick out. Teddy made eye contact with him, and Mal furrowed his brow. “When I said I’m a real librarian, you said that wasn’t the question you wanted to ask, but it was related. Why was it related?”
Teddy had to laugh even though he still had Mal’s dick in his throat. That made him choke, his whole body spasming. He didn’t stop though, not until Mal dragged his cock out and frowned at him.
“I’s askin’ you a question, man, answer me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. His dick bobbed in front of Teddy’s face. Teddy, gasping for air, chased it with his mouth until Mal swiped it away. “I swear,” he said, “white boys can’t even handle having a conversation in front of black dick.”
Teddy giggled and blushed. He sighed. “I just meant that I thought you were handsome, and I’ve got sort of a weird thing for, y’know, handsome men who aren’t what you expect big tough guys to be. Like ballet dancers and kindergarten teachers and stuff.”
Mal eyed him suspiciously. “That’s weird.”
“Exactly.”
“So you ain’t one of them white cuckold dudes or somethin’? You got a thing for mandingo dick?”
“Not unless they’re attached to florists or librarians or something,” Teddy said. “And, I mean, they have to be handsome. I’m not into any fat guy who’s a librarian. But no, I’m not turned on by library science and didn’t really need to know how or why you became a librarian.”
“Hm.” Mal nodded. He ordinarily got annoyed when people acted like it was an oddity for a black man to become a librarian, especially a big tough guy with a beard and a criminal record like him. So he should have been happy that Teddy didn’t care about that. But it still seemed weird and made him feel more prostitutey than he had before.
Regardless, he wasn’t about to give up on an orgasm partway through. He drilled his dick back in Teddy’s mouth. This time he kept his arms crossed over his chest.
“No hands,” he said when Teddy tried to hold onto the root of his dick. Since Mal’s arms were over his chest, neither of them could touch his dick as he slammed it in and out of Teddy’s throat. It wasn’t quite an aggressive throating — which Teddy would have been fine with — it was more of a warm, passionate humping in his mouth. Teddy swallowed it the best he could, moving his head to match Mal’s hips movements, so he could keep on swallowing that massive black shaft.
Soon the sour and sweet flavor of precum hit Teddy’s senses. He moaned and swallowed it, choking down as much as he could. He loved precum. He always snarfed it down and smiled the whole time, every time. He thought precum was sexier than actual cum because it reflected every alpha’s inner nature. It smelled and tasted and felt like his entire body, while all cum, Teddy thought, was more or less the same.
Precum flowed copiously down Teddy’s chin. Mal smeared some of it around with his thumb, smiling at the desirous look in Teddy’s eyes. Mal could land plenty of sexy chicks who wanted him, but it was rare for them to love throating his dick like this.
That was why Mal liked getting blowing his nut in men. He rarely admitted it, and he never told those men that he did it often. He preferred to make them think it was something he would never do, that they’d have to seduce him — or sometimes give him money — to do it.
But he adored getting dome from a man because he could really pound their throat like he was doing now with Teddy. He could make his balls slap against Teddy’s chin and even pinch his nostrils shut to make it easier for him to swallow the whole thing.
“Hmmm…”
“You wanna stick me in the ass?” Teddy asked, pulling off his dick and letting it spew precum on his lips. That muddled his words, making them sound like he spoke into a glass of syrup, blowing bubbles with his lips as he talked.
Mal grunted. “Hell yeah.” He chuckled as Teddy stood and gripped the shelves behind him. “You holdin’ onto the African American history section. Sounds ‘ppropriate to me.”
Teddy smiled and gripped the metal shelf tightly. He gritted his teeth as he felt that thick dick slide into his ass. It was girthy and long and so hard it made Teddy wince. He gasped.
But Mal petted his scalp and said, “Hmmm… it’s okay, man, it’ll feel good in just a second. You just gotta give ol’ Mal a second to find the right angle. How ’bout that?” He drilled in from one angle, and Teddy let out a pleasured moan.
That wasn’t good enough for Mal, however, who kept stroking Teddy on the head and neck. He massaged him gently as he penetrated him from a different angle.
This time, Teddy’s howl of desire was so loud it echoed in the library, and Mal looked around again to be sure no one else was here. He laughed at Teddy’s frenzied squirming.
“Damn, my man, there it is, that’s the angle you been waitin’ for, I expect.” Mal loved bringing his bottoms to pleasure, and on that score, it didn’t matter if they were male or female. He couldn’t stay hard if the person he was with wasn’t having the orgasm of their lifetime.
So no matter how much his body cried out for him to plow into Teddy as hard as he could, from whatever angle helped his giant dick fit in better, Mal didn’t. He found Teddy’s prostate and rubbed his dick against it, smiling when he saw Teddy’s foot shake and his hands turn into claws that grappled with the shelves.
“Shit… Aw, fuck, man…” Mal moaned.
Then, he and Teddy both stopped — the door opened. The main door had swung open on the ground floor. If the lights had been on, whoever had walked in would surely have seen Teddy and Mal. But instead they were bathed in darkness, silhouettes indistinguishable even with the dim emergency lighting that never turned off.
“Shit — shush….” Mal pulled his cock out, and Teddy flopped to the ground. It took all his concentration to avoid shouting and groaning out loud, so he ended up rolling around like a dying fish. Mal hurried to pull his pants up. He still had a hardon, and his cock dripped with precum and anal juices. He grimaced as he put that in his pants — that was going to feel filthy, he thought, and his dick was still awkwardly erect.
He went to the stairs. “Yo! Who’s there?”
“Oh, Mal… is that you? I thought that was your car outside. You’re still here?”
“Vera? Yeah… I’m, uh… I was just about to leave,” Mal said.
“Oh, well, I forgot my phone,” she said. Mal came down the stairs. He had to walk slowly because his dick was hard in his pants, and he couldn’t let it show. It made it very awkward to use the stairs. He was so focused on that that, by the time he reached the main floor, Vera had found her phone.
“You got it?”
“Yes,” she said. She gestured for him to follow her to the door. Mal gritted his teeth. She smiled. “Aren’t you leaving?”
“Uh… yeah. My keys is upstairs though. You surprised me,” Mal said. “You go’n ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, uh, well… Okay,” she said with a shrug. She tottered towards the door.
She had never walked so slow. Mal walked up the stairs, listening intently for the heavy front door to slam shut. He laboriously ascended, his erection finally starting to subside a little.
When he heard it click shut, Mal raced into action. He ran up the stairs, even though that made his cock jostle painfully in his khakis. He found Teddy, still sprawled out on the floor, and rammed his pants back down to his ankles. He lifted his shirt up enough that it wouldn’t get in the way and plunged into Teddy’s ass.
“Aaaaaaah….” He moaned, his mind finally relaxing now that he was back in Teddy’s tight, warm ass. He grabbed Teddy’s back and caressed it. “There you go, thanks for waitin’ while I dealt with that old broad.”
“Hmmmmm… Thanks for coming back,” Teddy said. He tried to raise his ass, to get on all fours, but Mal’s heavy body kept pinning him down.
Finally Mal realized what Teddy was trying to do and lifted his head up. He wrapped one arm around Teddy’s neck, putting him in a light chokehold. He dragged Teddy into a doggystyle position, all without missing a beat. Teddy was too stiff and orgasmic, on the verge of his own climax, his dick throbbing in his hand, to really move in a coordinated way.
It was the most intense orgasm of Teddy’s life. He cried out, muffling the sound at first and then shouting as loud as he could when he realized it didn’t matter. He hadn’t accepted a dick this big in his ass in a long time, and Mal was his new favorite librarian.
“Ah, god, I’m gonna cum in ya, I’m goin’, I’m goin’, you ready?” Mal breathlessly grunted into Teddy’s ear. His breath condensed into a layer of moisture on the side of his head.
Teddy shot his load at the same time, beginning just before he felt the first drops of Mal’s cum coat his insides. Teddy wanted to cry out again, to scream his orgasm into the darkness of the library, but the sensations roiling within him were too intense. He could feel Mal ramming into every inch of his body, coating his insides in creamy, sticky warmth.
It seeped throughout him and soaked into his body. Teddy couldn’t believe how much cum there was, flowing into him like it came from a massive hose. Mal’s heavy balls drained deep into Teddy’s body, until it dripped down the sides of his hole and into a puddle on the carpeted floor of the library.
“Aaaah… goddamn…” Mal said as though he was done, but he kept pistoning his hips. He grunted like an animal, like he couldn’t believe he was still going.
Teddy couldn’t tell if Mal was still cumming or not. He felt semen flowing in and out of him, but that was probably just because Mal was still moving his dick around. It twitched within him, and he frothed his load into a big wet mess that flowed over his limpening mahogany cockshaft.
Finally, he pulled out, and Teddy let out a chest-rattling moan. He twitched and fell limp on the ground, marinating in the puddle of cum and juices that lay there. Teddy rolled over onto his back so he could see Mal, who kneeled there.
He had never taken his shirt off, and his pants were still around his ankles. Teddy’s toes rubbed over his dickshaft, while Mal breathed heavy. Then he stood and sighed. Teddy grabbed some tissues from the nearby circulation counter, and he wiped his own ass off. Mal stood there like he expected Teddy to clean his dick too, so Teddy did so.
“Damn, boy,” Mal said with a dry laugh. He stroked Teddy’s smooth chin. “I like you a lot. You gonna be a regular patron?”
“I dunno, maybe…” Teddy smiled. “I do like this library.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Masculine Shockers: Chapter Three

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Teddy was at Randall’s Candles. He was in town for a wedding, and he needed a nice present. The woman getting married loved candles. Teddy thought he might find some sort of ultra-luxury candle, or maybe a candle-making kit, but he found nothing of the sort.
What he did see was a tall, broad-shouldered man walk in. He was scruffy, thick-bodied, strong without quite being muscular. He looked rather like a frat boy, but Teddy got a strong whiff of dumbness in him and suspected that he did not go to college (or if he did, it was on an athletic scholarship).
He loudly sniffed one of the candles. He put it in his arms, then grabbed another. His deep bass voice rang out. “This one smells like mango… What’s chut-ney?! Oh, I like this one!”
“Hey, Jimmy,” said the employee, a portly woman with dyed black hair. She looked like she was not happy to see Jimmy.
“Hi Gina, did you get any new ones in? I need my usual shipment,” he said. Jimmy looked at Teddy and nodded. “‘Sup, hey.”

“Hi,” Teddy said. He blushed. He wasn’t expecting to see such a handsome young man in here. “Lemme guess, you’re buying something for your girlfriend? Who’s… an English major?”
“Ha, no, good guess though, my last girlfriend was an English major. She was into poetry and shit.” He frowned and made a thumbs-down gesture. “She dumped me though, because of inconsiderateness and not being… not saying things when she was… like, upset. Or whatever. Or not, like… sometimes, saying too much. Like, she said I didn’t get it or even, uh… it was about listening too much. Or not enough.” As he talked he tapped on the counter, waiting for Gina to return.
“So, do you really have a ‘usual shipment’?” Teddy asked. “You must buy a lot of candles.”


Jimmy blushed and bit his lip. His tapping on the counter had gradually turned into full-scale drumming, but it stopped as he turned red. “I just like candles. I like… I read this book — or, my other ex-girlfriend did, really. But she showed me all the good parts,” he explained this in a rush like Teddy was going to scold him for not doing his own work. “It was about smelling, and how it has an effect on stuff. Like if you smell something, something happens. You know? Like, in you. It happens in you. It’s like, good for… you. So, she made me put on a pine-forest candle when I worked out. She said it was good for physical… for getting your pump on. Or whatever. So I did it and then she dumped me because I wanted anal too much and my dick was too big. And I liked the forest thing when I work out, it does help me lift more, you know. Or whatever.” He blinked. “Hey, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that part about fucking her in the ass. I mean… having sex with her in her ass. I mean, having sex with her in her butt.” He smiled broadly like he wanted a medal for finally saying it without any cuss words.
“That’s okay,” Teddy said. He was still dumbstruck by how cute Jimmy was, and Jimmy talked so fast it was hard to get a word in.
“Man, I like girls, and, um… boobs. You know about boobs? Boobs are awesome.” He looked into the back and saw Gina coming back to the front. She had a box of forest-scented candles.
“Sorry, Jimmy, the price on these went up,” Gina said. “Just a bit though.”
“Again? The price keeps going up,” Jimmy said with a frown. He sighed and counted out his cash.
“Wait, Jimmy, let me,” Teddy said. He handed over his credit card.
“Really? Awesome! Can I get one of those mango chutney ones?!” He was already running back to the shelf to get it. “Do you know what chutney is? Is it food?”
“Yes, it’s like… it’s just chopped up fruit, in a sauce.”
“What’s it smell like?”
“Usually just a bunch of spices and stuff.”
“So you can eat it?” Jimmy said as Gina rang up the candles.
Teddy paused, unsure how stupid Jimmy actually was. “… Not the candle,” Teddy said. “Actual chutney, yeah. It’s food. Don’t eat the candle.”
“Wow, I wonder what chutney smell is good for? Aroamingtherapy, that’s what you call it. Do you know? Do you think it’ll make me better at X-Box?” Jimmy asked. He was again shifting his weight back and forth like a hyperactive teenager (though he was clearly well into his twenties).
“Maybe,” Teddy said. He caught a glimpse of Gina, who was politely bagging up all of Jimmy’s candles with a wry smile on her face like she was trying not to laugh.
“So, why are you buying candles for me, man? Thanks a lot, by the way. Thanks. Thank you, sir.” He spoke with increasing seriousness as though somebody told him he was too silly when he thanked people. “Thank you.” He gave a little bow.
“No problem, Jimmy, glad to help. I actually have something you could do to earn some money,” Teddy said. He walked out of the shop with Jimmy.
“Oh cool, I need a new job, I hate delivering pizzas. Lemme call my boss and tell him to fuck off. He’s a prickface-“
“No, no-“
“He called his wife a bitch, which I think is wrong. I mean… it’s right, she is a bitch. But you’re not supposed to say that if you’re married to her. And he called Frankie a retard, which is totally not okay because he is a… He has… He’s messed up. It’s okay to call people retards if they’re not.” He paused. “I mean, I think you’re not supposed to do that either. But you’re really really not supposed to call actual retards retards.” He pulled out his phone.
“Jimmy, wait, don’t quit-“
“Hang on, I’m calling him. What’s this job you’re hiring me for?” He put the phone to his ear.
Teddy could hear it ringing. “Wait! Jimmy, stop!” He grabbed the phone from him and hung up. “Jimmy, shut up, Jesus, listen to me for a minute. I’m not offering you a job. I’m offering you a one-time thing. It’ll take a couple hours, and then I’m leaving. Don’t quit your job. Christ, were you really going to quit because a stranger offered you a job? I didn’t even tell you what the job was or how much it paid.”
He blushed and smiled. “Oh yeah. It’s not a video-game developer? That’s what I want to do. That’s what I was hoping for.” He looked genuinely surprised, like he thought Teddy was a video-game tycoon simply because it would have been convenient for Jimmy if he was. Jimmy grinned. “They said you have to know about computers though.”
“Yeah, you have to know about computers,” Teddy said, rolling his eyes. They were out of the mall now, in the parking lot. Jimmy said he walked here, so they went to Teddy’s car.
“Or a stuntman. I think I’d be a good stuntman. See?” Jimmy flopped onto the ground and rolled back and forth like he was on fire. He screamed so loud he attracted attention from everyone else in the parking lot. Then he jumped to his feet and brushed gravel off his chest. “See? That was me on fire.”
“Cool, Jimmy. That’s neat. No, I’m not offering you a job as a stuntman.”
“So what is it? What is the job?” Jimmy finally asked. Teddy couldn’t believe it had taken this long for him to actually ask what the job was. Teddy wasn’t trying to hide it, Jimmy just kept talking, and Teddy didn’t interrupt him. Teddy unlocked his car, and Jimmy sat in the passenger seat.
“Wait… Jimmy… Just for future reference, when someone offers you a job, you should ask what that job is before you get in that stranger’s car,” he said. “And you should consider not getting in the car.”
“How else would I get the job? Should I ride on the roof? My uncle let me do that once when I was a kid. It was awesome. A ladybug flew up my nose. I think it’s still in there.”
Teddy sighed. Jimmy was lucky he was cute. Teddy didn’t want to sound threatening, so he didn’t explain his concerns in any detail. It was clear Jimmy would remain a fool for the time being regardless. “No, Jimmy. You’re fine. Just be careful, okay? Not everyone is as nice as me. Where do you live?”

Jimmy gave him directions. Teddy parked outside a dingy apartment complex not far from the mall. Inside was a typical bachelor pad. It smelled like dirty clothes. There was a TV and a mattress, both on the floor. The trash can by the bed consisted mainly of used condoms. A street sign reading Twitman Avenue was mounted on the wall — Jimmy later explained that he thought it said Twatman when he was drunk and didn’t realize until the morning that there was no joke there. Most of the living room was taken up by a bench press and free weights scattered around the floor.


“Do you wanna play X-Box?” he asked, running to the console like a kid on Christmas Day. He stopped himself. “Oh, wait, what’s this job? Do I need to wear nice clothes? I have a button-down shirt but there’s a stain on it that looks like pee. It’s not pee, it’s… well, I don’t know the polite word for it. Vaginajuice, I guess? Is that a word?”
“No, Jimmy, stop, ew, no,” Teddy said with a sigh. He watched as Jimmy lit a candle. The room filled with the scent of nuts and milk. Teddy smiled. “I-“
“These are chestnuts. It’s a chestnut-eggnog candle. I think chestnut is a funny word, it makes me laugh every time I say it. I think its roaming therapy effect is… it makes me horny, but that’s probably not right. Oh wait, sorry, I mean… is that offensive? It makes me want girls. I think its roaming therapy is that it makes you wanna do it with hot chicks.”
“Jimmy…” Teddy said. “Have you ever jacked off with a man? Or, y’know… cum in a guy?”
He had to be blunt to sneak the question in before Jimmy went off on another tangent. Jimmy cocked his head to the side like he didn’t understand the question. “What? No… Just y’know, pussy. Vagina, I mean. Vaginas. You know about vaginas, right?”
Teddy narrowed his eyes to slits. “I’ve heard of them.” He sighed. “I’ll give you five hundred dollars to put it in my ass. You can do it real hard, as hard as you want. And I’ll swallow your dick deeper than any girl.”
Jimmy didn’t respond. For the first time — possibly ever in his life — he was speechless for a long time. He blushed a deep, dark red. “Are you serious? Five hundred dollars!” He jumped up and down. “Wait… Are you serious? You want…?” He was barely able to contain his glee. “But wait… is that allowed?”
“What?”
“Like… won’t I get in trouble?”
“For messing around with me? No. It’s just like jacking off.”
“But you’re not… Isn’t that like… I dunno, racist or something?”
“How would that be racist?”
“Not racist, but, I don’t know… intolerant, or something? Is it okay?” His eyes were bugged out. His face was as red as a cranberry.
“Yes, Jimmy. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell anyone at all,” he said.
Jimmy thought for a long time. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can-“
“You can watch porn while you do it.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?! Oh, wow, okay then. Sure. I’ll do that. No problem. I mean… what if…? You know, I don’t know if… What if I don’t…? Or if I can’t…?”
“You’ll get hard, Jimmy, don’t worry,” Teddy said.
He took a deep breath. He looked more and more nervous with every passing moment, like he had agreed just thinking about the money and now wasn’t sure if he could do it.
“Take off your shirt,” Teddy said.
He did so. He laughed. His face was red, as was his chest. Teddy didn’t mind — there was nothing more arousing than a nervous alpha. Jimmy had an amazing body. It wasn’t perfect by any means, he had a few pounds of padding on his belly (he was tall enough that he still had a flat stomach, just no six-pack) and a generally meaty build. But he clearly worked out a lot, and his body brimmed with powerful muscles.
He laughed more as Teddy kissed his nipple. His pecs rippled beneath Teddy’s tongue. His rolling laughter made it difficult for Teddy to suck on his muscle, but Teddy enjoyed chasing his body with his tongue.
“Hey, wait a sec, oh holy shit…” Jimmy mumbled to himself. He went into his bedroom and came back out with a handful of porno magazines. He sat on the bench press and flipped through one until he found a picture of a sexy Asian woman spreading her legs. He sighed. “Ah, yeah, okay.”
Teddy giggled and kneeled in front of him. He touched Jimmy’s dick, which twitched and which made Jimmy’s whole body spasm and shake. Jimmy gasped. He leaned back to give Teddy better access to his crotch.
Then he leaned all the way back and laid onto the bench press, like he was going to work out. He had his porno magazine in hand, holding it above his head. He gripped it tightly and stared at it like it was a liferaft and he was drowning.
Teddy pulled his jeans down and whistled at the sight of Jimmy’s massive cock. He wasn’t kidding about it being too big for anal (for most girls, not for Teddy, of course). He gave it a stroke and Jimmy laughed again.
It perked up as Teddy licked it and slathered spit overtop it. Soon it was as hard as Jimmy’s muscles, and throbbing atop Teddy’s tongue.
A cacophony of sounds escaped from Jimmy’s mouth. He kept his eyes tightly focused on the porno magazine, but he gurgled and grunted, moaned, sputtered, laughed and coughed all at once. He glanced down once his dick got hard, then muttered, “Oh god…” and kept a tight focus on the magazine.
Once he was good and hard, Teddy pulled off his dick. Jimmy sighed and laughed some more. One of his arms gripped the magazine, the other flailed uselessly over his body — it looked like he had an urge to touch Teddy’s head, to guide him up and down, but he didn’t want to touch a man. Teddy giggled.
He mounted Jimmy, who grunted and lowered the magazine so that it literally covered his face. Then he gagged and dropped it. “Oh, man, I forgot I nutted all over that like a million times. Tastes like cum. Oh man, that’s nasty.” He covered his face with one forearm.
“So do all girls tell you your cock is too big for anal?” Teddy asked as he lowered himself onto Jimmy’s dick.
Jimmy bit his lip and bucked. His hands fluttered above his chest, then grabbed the bench press beneath him — the bench was much narrower than his body, so it was awkward and it forced his muscular chest upwards, off the bench. Jimmy laughed and blushed. “Yeah. Yeah. Most girls won’t do it, at least not more than once.” He was about to add something else, but then moaned violently. His cock slid the rest of the way into Teddy’s ass.
Teddy grunted. He was momentarily overcome by pain and pressure in his ass. He struggled to accept it, and his ass gradually loosened. He swayed back and forth, making Jimmy gasp and sputter all over again.
Teddy lifted himself up and slid back down Jimmy’s cock. Jimmy responded like he was tied up and had to struggle against the ropes. But of course he wasn’t tied up, the only reason he struggled was that Teddy was atop him and Jimmy didn’t want to touch Teddy, so there was nowhere to put his hands. Jimmy kept his hands on the bench press beneath himself instead.
His muscles rippled beneath Teddy’s touch. Jimmy responded like he was ticklish to Teddy’s fingers rubbing his muscles — though it was hard to tell if Jimmy was laughing at that, or just generally laughing, since he hadn’t really stopped since his dick got hard. He looked down at his body slick with Teddy’s saliva and nervous sweat and watched his cock disappear into Teddy’s asshole.
“Oh god, man, I can’t believe… Hey does this mean I’m a gigolo?” Jimmy asked. He covered his eyes again.
“Not technically,” Teddy said, his voice tight and pinched as he accepted Jimmy’s massive manhood within him. “A gigolo gets paid by a woman for sex.”
“Do you know any women who…?”
“No. Sorry,” Teddy said, orgasmic feelings welling up within him and making it hard to answer. “I think gigolos are fictional.”
“Can I tell people you were a woman?”
Teddy smiled. “I guess. But you could always do that, Jimmy.”
“What?”
“You could have made up a woman paying you for sex anytime. You could have made that up yesterday. You don’t need me to make that okay,” Teddy said.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess so. But this way, maybe people will believe me,” Jimmy said.
Teddy didn’t see the logic of that, but he didn’t want to argue about it. He just said okay and kept riding his dick. Jimmy was on the verge of orgasm too. His veiny cockshaft pulsated in Teddy’s ass.
“Hey do you know Terry?”
“What?”
“He’s my neighbor. He’s weird,” Jimmy said. He blushed even deeper red — Teddy got the feeling Jimmy responded to anxiety (and everything else) by talking, that was why he was rambling. Jimmy frowned. “He always looks at me… Do you think he’d pay me too? I could do this again. He’s kinda… old. He’s like forty.”
“I don’t know him, Jimmy. You could ask. He might do it,” Teddy said. “Now be quiet so you can cum.”
After a pause, Jimmy said, “I can cum when I talk. I talk a lot during sex. My girlfriend Wendy said I talk too much-“
“You do. She was right. Hush,” Teddy said. “If you’re gonna talk, it’s gotta be dirty talk.” He wanted to explain further and get Jimmy to do some dirty talk — he got the feeling Jimmy couldn’t do it, but it would be fun to try. But the pressure and incipient orgasm in his prostate made it impossible to focus.
“Oh, right. Like this…” he cleared his throat. “Oh, god, baby, yeah…” He crooned and laughed like he had been trying to get the hang of dirty-talk for a long time and never did it.
Then, as though he was utterly shocked by it, Jimmy orgasmed. His laugh cut off in the middle, and his muscles all tensed at once. His face was tight and pinched like he was in agonizing pain. He looked at Teddy for the first time since this had begun.
Teddy climaxed too, shooting his load into the palm of his hand. A giant wad of cum filled up his ass, spraying jet after jet of creamy hot cum into his insides. Teddy squirmed and gasped, his hands caressing Jimmy’s taut muscles.
Their simultaneous orgasms lasted what felt like forever to Teddy. He loved getting plowed by straight boys. There was nothing better, he thought as he exulted in the unkempt scent of Jimmy’s body and the feel of his sticky cum seeping into Teddy’s flesh. Jimmy shot a huge load, his whole body shaking, hair flying back and forth like a shaggy dog drying itself.
“Hell yeah…” Jimmy said with a tight grunt.
Finally it was done. To tease Jimmy, Teddy remained on his cock, shifting his hips back and forth. Every motion sent a wave of staggering pleasure through Jimmy’s body, making his muscles ripple, his scruffy hair tremble, his upper lip shake. Jimmy moaned, his face remaining a bright red dappled with sweat.
Jimmy opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a wordless moan. Teddy giggled. He bent down and kissed each of Jimmy’s nipples, then pulled off his dick. Jimmy sighed grandly, his whole body spasming at Teddy’s touch, and he limply flopped onto the bench press beneath him.
“Thanks, Jimmy. That was really hot…”
Teddy looked for some tissues to clean himself and Jimmy with, but there were none in the living room. He found some paper towels in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but peer into the refrigerator too — it was a standard bachelor fridge, nothing but condiments, beer, hot dogs and leftover pizza. Teddy slipped another twenty-dollar bill in the fridge and added a note that read use this to buy real food, Jimmy. He left it unsigned, figuring Jimmy would probably think it a message from God.
He went back out to the living room. Jimmy’s body gleamed with sweat. He was limp all over, half-asleep. He grumbled when Teddy wiped his dick off with a moistened paper towel. He lifted his head enough to watch Teddy handle his meaty shaft, then laid back down.
He seemed to have totally forgotten about the money. Teddy could have just walked right out. But he didn’t. He placed five hundred dollar bills on Jimmy’s pecs.
“Bye, Jimmy. Good luck.”
He lazily lifted one hand to wave goodbye. “Later, dude. Come by and see me again sometime.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Masculine Shockers: Chapter Four

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

“We close in four minutes, suh,” Andre said when Teddy walked in to the florist shop in Martinsburg.
Teddy nodded. “That’s okay. I don’t actually want any flowers right now,” he said. His heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what made him think this would work, but he’d wanted to do it ever since he bought flowers here a few weeks ago.
“Oh, you got the roses for that wedding?” Andre asked. He said it with a twitch in his nose like he wasn’t used to talking politely with men. “How was it?”
“It was wonderful! Thank you!” Teddy squealed. He tried to act as feminine as possible. “You were so helpful, oh my god.”
“Good. Whatcha need?” Andre took a deep breath. He snorted and rubbed his face. He leaned against the counter, then against the wall behind himself, then he stood up straight.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He sucked on his teeth. “Yeah, fine.”

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars to stick your dick in me,” Teddy said. “That’s not technically a question. Will you stick your dick in me for five hundred dollars? There you go.”


“What? You crazy, man, what? What the…? Man…” Andre looked away and covered his face for a minute. “No way, man, not for no amount of money. No way.”
“Oh-“
He furrowed his brow. “Thousand dollars, man. Thousand dollars. I stick ya you so good you can’t eat beef for a week, man, thousand dollars.”
“Oh, well… You said no way… but okay. Yeah. I can do that. Thousand dollars,” Teddy said.
“Wait, uh… Whatchoo want, huh? You can taste my dick. That what you want?”
“Yes, I want to taste your dick, please, sir, Andre. But I also want it in the butt…” Teddy said with a seductive smile.
“Hmm… Lemme think, boy.” Andre’s reaction had gone from no way to hell yeah to maybe. Teddy suspected that the answer was yes but Andre thought he could negotiate more money this way. Teddy didn’t mind too much — he could afford it, and he wanted to see what he could tease out of Andre.
“Why don’t I just start licking? When you’re ready, you can tell me how much you want to get in my ass.”
“Hmm…” He grumbled like he didn’t want to do this, but a smile flickered over his face too. Teddy came around to the other side of the counter.
“What? Right now?” Andre bristled. “I’m still open, man.”
Teddy smiled as he dropped to his knees. He was concealed behind the counter from anyone who might come in. Teddy pulled Andre’s apron over his head, then unzipped Andre’s khakis, which had a musky unwashed smell even over the floral scent that dominated the florist shop.
His cock popped out. It was thick and brown and so long it made Teddy a little scared. That was going to hurt. But he couldn’t wait, he loved a challenge. Teddy giggled underneath the apron.
“Yo, whiteman, you doin’ it or what? Huh?” He shouted, his gravelly deep voice a low throaty rumble that made Teddy’s throat crave his body. Teddy’s fingers explored his warm stone-like chest until Andre swatted his hands away. “Get started, damn…”
At last, Teddy licked Andre’s shaft. It twitched beneath his tongue, and the flavor of his coconut-oil-scented skin overwhelmed Teddy’s senses. He shivered and ran his tongue up and down the shaft.
“Man, I ain’t closed. Someone could walk in here anytime,” he said.
“Then go lock the door.”
He shrugged. “I don’t wanna lose no customers, man. People sometimes come in the last couple minutes- Oh, good evenin’, ma’am,” he said with a forced warble to his voice.
Teddy suppressed a giggle at the realization that a customer had indeed come in. Teddy couldn’t see from this side of the counter, but he heard her fat-footed steps and her heavy breathing. She sounded like a heavy woman, possibly old.
“Oh, hello…”
“How can I help you today, ma’am?” Andre asked. He sounded vaguely flirtatious. Teddy wasn’t sure if that was because he flirted with all his female customers, he flirted with this one in particular or because he was just overwhelmed and found it difficult to modulate his demeanor with Teddy slurping his cock. Andre chuckled. “You gettin’ flowers for the beauty contest you just won?”
“Oh, stop, you’re bad, you’re so bad,” she said. Teddy could tell that she blushed and also that she didn’t want Andre to stop. The customer giggled like a high schooler, though it was clear she was much older than that. “I’m hosting a dinner party for my Purple Hat friends.”
“Sure, sure, of course.” It was clear Andre didn’t know what Purple Hat was. His cock stiffened and throbbed in Teddy’s mouth. A few drops of precum leaked out.
“And I wanted a table decoration,” she said. “Something understated. Something like this, but more colorful. Maybe that — but that’s awfully large. And it can’t have geraniums in it. My friend Suzie is actually allergic to geraniums, can you believe it?”
“Gerania,” Andre said.
“I’m sorry, dear?”
“The plural of geranium. It’s gerania.” Andre pounded on the glass counter. It probably looked like he was in pain, but he was just covering up a moan. His cock leaked precum, its salty flavor coating Teddy’s tongue.
Teddy was pinned between Andre and the counter, which was high enough that the woman couldn’t see anything below Andre’s chest. Teddy probably would have been overwhelmed by giggling if his mouth weren’t full. He reached around and grabbed Andre’s asscheeks, making him yelp and squirm. Andre leaned over the counter and smiled at the woman.
“Oh my, are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pointed to something. “I was just… ugh… I was, uh… That’s a very nice bouquet. No gerania.”
“Oh, that is remarkable!” She scurried away from the counter. “That is remarkable, Andre. Did you put this together?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You are an artiste, sir,” she said. “I am so happy for you. I think it’s great that your passion for flowers has brought you out of the ghetto.” She smacked her lips. “It just brings a tear to my eyes. Most people think that flower arranging is unimportant. But it matters, it really does. It beautifies our homes, and-“
“Uh-huh.”
“It changes lives. If there were a reality show about florists, Andre, you should apply. You would win. You have such a great life story,” she said.
“Yep. Yes, ma’am. Uh-huh,” he said. His knees buckled, and he licked his lips. He laughed, apropos of nothing, shifting his weight between his feet as he covered up his moans of desire. His cock throbbed in Teddy’s throat. Andre tried to keep his hips still, but his instincts had him grinding his hips beneath the counter. The first credit card she gave him was declined.
“Oh is that card not working? My husband, I swear, it’s like he barely even tries to manage the finances. Try this card,” she said as she handed Andre her backup credit card..

Andre sighed and flared his nostrils. Teddy guzzled down precum, making big moisty sounds that Andre had to cover up with a coughing fit. Andre writhed and ran the second credit card.


“Are you okay tonight, dear? You seem distracted.”
“Uh… Just… Comin’ down wit’ something, I’s afraid, sweetheart,” he said with a sigh. “It’s not serious. Credit card went through, here you go, darling. I hope the hat… I hope the hats, the purple hats… I hope they’re okay. With the flowers. Good flowers. Okay.” He bit his lip and rolled his chest. “Ma’am.”
She clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Oh, you poor dear, you get some sleep tonight. Don’t stay up all night carousing with pretty young girls.”
“Oh, I won’t. I’m… I’m a Christian man, ma’am,” he said. As though to accentuate his point, he grabbed Teddy’s forehead and held it in place. Teddy guzzled anyway, fighting against his hand to swallowed deeper.
“That’s wonderful, it really is!” she leaned against the counter and sighed. “I think this country has really moved away from religion in a big way, and that’s not a good thing. I’m not a believer myself, but I think people need that. People need a sense of mystery, and a sense of social obligation, a reason to be part of the community.”
“Yep. Uh-huh.”
“I did… Andre, I did want to talk to you about something,” she said. “I hope this doesn’t come across as rude. I’ve just been buying flowers from you for a long time.”
He sighed and muttered, ah, god… but he just smiled and nodded at her. Teddy reached his hand into the fly of Andre’s khakis and played with his balls, which were sweaty and heavy, low-hanging, feeling juicy and plump in Teddy’s fingers.
“Are you a Democrat?”
“Ain’t allowed to vote, ma’am. Convicted felon,” he said.
“Oh, right, yes. Of course. But you would vote Democrat, is that right?”
“I, uh… I don’t really follow politics. Since I can’t vote…” he spoke through gritted teeth. Surely it was obvious to the woman that he wanted her to leave, Teddy thought, but she didn’t let on that she was aware. Teddy nuzzled his nose all the way down into Andre’s dense nest of pubic hair.
“Sure, that makes sense. But most… African American people nationwide-” she said it like she expected Andre to burst into applause for using the politically correct term. “-do vote for Democrats.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Well I’m part of the city Democratic Party, and we’ve been seeing a decline in voting rates, and I think that means we’re not communicating, you know?” Her voice was bright and sunny. “So we’ve been trying to come up with ways to speak to the African American community. No, I’m sorry, that was offensive. We don’t want to speak to them. We want to speak with them. With you. With people like you. We want to have a dialogue.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So we’re having a dinner next Friday!” She cackled, but stopped when Andre didn’t join in. “And we’re inviting some local businesspeople and religious figures. From churches. Black churches. I mean, African American churches. I mean, churches catering to African American people. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” She smiled at him. “And, uh, anyway, I wanted to invite you. You’re a local business leader.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, you’ll come?! Thank you so much, Andre! I can’t wait, we’re going to have such a dialogue!”
“Ah…” His mouth twisted into shapes. It was obvious to Teddy that he searched for an excuse to say no but didn’t come up with any. All he could think about was his cock spewing precum down Teddy’s throat. So he just sighed and said, “okay…”
“That’s wonderful! I’ll see you then! Thank you!” she said as she walked out the door. When the door swooshed close, Andre sighed and looked down at Teddy. He opened his mouth to say something angry, but then the door opened. The woman walked back in. “And God bless! Thank you, Andre, and God bless you!”
“Uh… Yeah. Good… night.” He scoffed when the door finally shut with her on the other side. He grabbed Teddy by the neck and slapped him. “That lady was a Democrat. If she saw you, she’d shit a brick. Ladies like that can’t know about this kinda prison shi”
“She might be into it,” Teddy said, gasping for air. “You should communicate better with her-“
“Shut up,” he said. He sniffed. “Now go lock the door.”
“Me-?”
His nostrils flared. He slapped Teddy on the cheek with one hand, his cock pulsating on Teddy’s face. “I ain’t pullin’ my pants up on ‘ccount of I got a big cock, and it hurts to try to tuck it in my pants when it’s hard. And this place got windows, man, I can’t go walkin’ over there!”
Teddy nodded and walked over to the door. “So, Andre, have you fucked that woman?”
“Hell no, gayboy. You don’t understand girls. She was the kinda fat white chick that I don’t fuck. She was that other kind,” he said. He lowered his eyes. “The bad kind.”
Teddy flicked the lock, and turned the sign over from Open to Closed. “Sorry you have to go to that Democratic Party dinner.”
“Yeah, I oughta kick yo’ ass, boy, that was fucked up. I couldn’t think of no reason to say no, man. I got a million reasons now. I should’ve told her I gots a court order to stay away from Reverend Miller. I know he’s who she meant by local religious leaders, he the only minister in any black church ’round here.” When Teddy returned to the counter, Andre scowled and grabbed him by the neck. Andre dragged him into the backroom, where there were no windows that could be seen from the street. “I hate how white people like that say African American.”
“I want to taste your African American cock,” Teddy said as he got back to his knees. “Was that better?”
He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah. You do it fine. I bet you don’t say it often though. Do you?”
“No, I just say black people.”
“See?! I gots this theory,” he said as Teddy resumed licking his cock, which had only lost a trace of its erection as they shifted rooms. Andre cleared his throat. “Outside of the media and shit, the only people who say African American is racist. They’s overcompensatin’. They think black is an insult so they don’t wanna say it. If you ain’t racist, you just say black.”
Teddy’s mouth was full, so all he could do was nod and mumble in an agreeable way. It didn’t seem Andre really cared what he thought anyway. Andre barely paid attention to his own dick. He fumed and humped his shaft down Teddy’s throat. When Teddy gagged, Andre lightly slapped him on the cheek but kept plowing his face.
“Maybe I’ll tell her I got somethin’ black I gotta do that day. What do black people do that she can’t deny? I got… a meeting with the parole officer that day? Nah, that’ll confirm her stereotypin’. I gotta go buy some doo rags?” He chuckled.
Teddy had an idea, but he couldn’t say it with his mouth full. He tried to pat Andre’s plump asscheeks to signal he needed a break, but Andre was completely ignoring Teddy, treating his face like a pocket pussy. His balls slapped against Teddy’s chin.
“Somethin’ ’bout diabetes? Nah, she fat as shit, I bet she got diabetes too,” he said. He lowered his eyes as he finally realized Teddy’s flailing signaled he wanted Andre to stop. Andre glowered at him. “What? You want a break? You payin’ for it’, man, I oughta charge you extra for breaks. I like plowin’ bitch’s throats. You serious you need a break? Show me on a scale of one to ten how bad you need a break, boy. Just stick up fingers.”
Teddy’s face was bright red. He didn’t even really want a break, he just had an idea to tell Andre. So he only held up two fingers.
“Two? You don’t need a break then. You tell me when you really need it, boy,” he said. He shook his head. “Don’t be tellin’ yo’ nigga to stop ‘nless you really need it, that ain’t right. Ain’t respec’ful.” He paused. “We ain’t nevuh finalize no price for that butt nonsense, boy. I’ll stick it in you for two grand.”
Teddy’s throat closed up around Andre’s throat. He clawed at his body as his lungs cried out for air. He knocked a vase off the counter, but Andre caught it with lightning-fast reflexed. Some of the flowers — a bunch of pale irises — landed on the floor. Andre ignored them.
“Hold up yo’ right hand if two grand is alright. That’ll be three grand total,” Andre said. “Hold up yo’ left hand if you sayin’ no.”
Teddy held up his right hand.
“Good.” Andre stood there with his hands on his hips, watching Teddy squirm. He didn’t hump anymore, he just stood still with his cock being rubbed and caressed by Teddy’s sputtering throat. Great gobs of saliva escaped out of Teddy’s choking mouth, soaking into Andre’s khakis.
“Bend over and grab your ankles. Don’t cry about the position, that’s the only way I do it with a man,” Andre said.
He finally pulled away from Teddy’s mouth, allowing Teddy to gasp for air. Teddy staggered away from the wall. He was overwhelmed by dizziness as he gulped down air. Andre roughly dragged him to the center of the room, surrounded by buckets full of potted roses. He snarled at Teddy.
“I say bend over, boy!” He smacked Teddy’s asscheek hard. “You want a nigga to stick you? You gonna get hard, and you gonna get it rough. That ain’t easy. You might not like it. But you ain’t pay me to make you like it.”
Teddy knew he would like it, but he was still apprehensive. Andre’s cock was huge, after all. He bent over and grabbed his ankles. It was an awkward position for him, but Teddy didn’t mind it — part of the joy was getting it from unusual angles, from unusual people, in unusual situations. That was what Teddy loved about it.
“I had an idea,” Teddy said. He was still gasping for air, tendrils of spit and precum clinging to his lips. “That was what I wanted to say. She’d love it if you were doing something Democrats like. So tell her you had to drive to some other city because you bought a black barbershop, and there was some problem you had to fix. Tell her some employee was selling drugs out of it, so you went over there to beat him up and tell the police. She’ll think you’re the greatest African American ever.”
He stopped with his cock right at the tip to Teddy’s asshole. He grunted. “Yeah. That’s good. Okay.” He chuckled and slipped a few more inches in. “Good idea, whiteboy. When I call her, I’ll be on the road, man, I’ll call her last minute.” He groaned with his dick almost all the way in Teddy, then mockingly imitated his own voice on the phone with her. ‘Yo, girl, I can’t come to yo’ dinner tonight on ‘ccount of I gotta go rip this nigga’s head off fo’ sellin’ crack outta my store. I don’t even care ’bout getting locked up again, I ain’t got my religion no mo’, I just wanna make this nigga dead for disrespectin’ me!’ She gonna freak the fuck out and talk me outta killin’ that nigga. I tell her I go sleep in a church somewhere to recover my faith. I thank her for savin’ my soul. Then I ain’t gotta go talk to a bunch of Democrats and Rev’rnd Miller. Fuck him, he do anything for a pancake dinner, man, I swear to God. Devil can tempt him easy: high yellow girl wit’ pancakes. He sin every which way for a high yellow girl with a plate of pancakes.”
Just like before, Andre seemed distracted. He complained about Reverend Miller as he slammed his dick Teddy hard. His cock slammed all the way in, tickling Teddy’s innards and sending shards of pleasure through his body.
“I bet that’s the only reason he comin’. There gonna be at least one high yellow girl there. Pancakes prolly not, but somethin’ carby, that’s for sure. Whatever it is, you could squish it down on ya plate till it’s flat.”
“Uh-huh.” Tears welled up in Teddy’s eyes, the pressure in his ass was so intense he thought he was falling apart. It was too difficult to jack off with his hands around his ankles and his ass in the air, so his own cock just throbbed between his legs. When he let go of his ankles once to touch himself, Andre just smacked him in the back of the head.
“Nah, boy. You pay extra if you wanna jack off while I stick ya,” he said. “I like it like this.” He paused. “You wanna pay extra? For five hundred dollars, you can jack off. For another five hundred dollars, I kiss ya while we both cum. You want that?”
“Hell yeah! I’ll do it! Please! Do it, Andre!”
“I like hearin’ you beg, boy,” he said. He grabbed Teddy’s head by his hair, and he took them both down to the ground. Andre dropped, but it was a controlled fall like he had done this many times before. Teddy’s heart leapt into his chest because it felt like he was falling, but he ended up landing on his stomach.
Andre was atop his back, pressing down with all his weight. He slammed Teddy’s face into the floor — not a painful attack, just a grinding push onto the tiled floor. He swayed his hips from side to side as his balls crawled up in his sac.
“Look at me, boy,” he said with a growl. Teddy turned his head to the side. Andre kissed him on the lips. It was a very awkward, sideways kiss because Teddy’s head was shoved into the floor. Moments later, however, Andre rolled over.
Teddy screamed in pain and pleasure. He sat on Andre’s cock, all twelve inches of which pulsated in his ass. He could feel Andre’s orgasm growing. Teddy laid back onto Andre’s chest, exulting in the feel of his prison-starved muscles flexing against Teddy’s smooth skin.
From this angle, Teddy could kiss Andre more effectively. He sucked on his lip and stuck his tongue in Andre’s mouth. Andre kissed him back passionately, slathering spit over Teddy’s tongue as he ground his cock in Teddy’s ass.
They both came at the same time. Almost as soon as Teddy felt the first burst of cum in his ass, his own cock throbbed in his fingers and his wad spurted out. It sprayed over Teddy’s chest and shoulders.
Pure liquid bliss flowed through Teddy’s veins. He gasped and gulped down air, savoring the taste of Andre’s sweaty body and hot breath. He licked Andre’s grizzled chin and neck, prompting a grimace from Andre as he filled up Teddy’s ass.
He shot a huge load. It just kept on flowing, even after Teddy had covered his own body in semen. Andre kept on groaning into his ear, licking his cheek and spurting jet after jet of creamy hot cum into him.
Finally he was done, but Andre didn’t stop. He wrapped both arms and legs around Teddy’s body to hold him in position. He pistoned his hips upwards to keep his limpening dick inside, until his massive wad turned into a big frothy mess that leaked down his shaft into Andre’s bushy crotch.
Andre groaned and fell limp. His cock was still hard, but the rest of his body was soft like half-melted chocolate. Teddy loved that feeling. He rolled his head over to lick Andre’s neck, then down to his sweaty chest. Teddy licked every drop of salty sweat off, while he watched cum drip out of his ass.
“Alright, you got yo’ money’s worth,” he said. He didn’t physically force Teddy off him though. He just held his hands above Teddy’s head and watched him lick.
Teddy pulled away. He stood and stretched his sore legs. Andre remained there on the floor, khakis around his ankles, apron and shirt pulled up and over his chest. His clothes were very nice, but it looked like he had worn them so much so frequently they had become tattered and aged.
“Thanks,” Teddy said as he wrote out a check. He laid it on the table surrounded by gerania.
“Lemme see that,” Andre said with a growl. Teddy handed him the check and he hobbled to his feet. Pants still around his ankles, he went to a little check-reading machine. “Don’t go nowhere. I wanna make sure this is a valid check.”
“Sure. I’m just gonna lick your ass a bit,” Teddy said. He dropped to his knees and licked Andre’s smooth plump asscheek.
Andre growled. He shifted his weight between his feet as though he expected a show of hostility to scare Teddy off. That was probably a good bet most of the time — Andre was large, muscular and scary, while Teddy was thin, delicate and weak. But Teddy knew how to handle men like him. So he just licked all of his ass-sweat off. From the way his back shuddered, it was clear Andre liked the attention.
He grumbled as he cursed the check-reading machine for taking so long. He sighed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. Finally he clapped. “Alright, it’s done. You fine. Get outta here, gayboy.”
Teddy nodded and stood up. He put his clothes back on, using Andre’s body for support as he got his pants on. Andre snorted and rolled his eyes, but he allowed it.
Then Teddy kissed Andre once more on the lips. Again, Andre bristled and grumbled, but he didn’t make Teddy stop. He narrowed his eyes to slits.
“Thanks, Andre. You’re a great florist, a real artiste, a rose sprouting from concrete. Do you wanna be a Democrat?” Teddy said, giggling.
“Just get out.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Servicing Alphas: Chapter Seven

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Rob flipped through pages from an online Chinese dictionary, looking for the tattooed symbols that danced along the pool boy’s shoulderblade. It turned out to be more difficult than he thought to identify them by sight. The pool boy had a few tattoos, and Rob thought they were sexy. He had been trying to identify the Chinese symbols for a long time. He suspected they meant nothing at all.
“Yes, Hopley, sell it when it hits twelve no matter what. That’s what I said, isn’t it?” That was Rob’s father, the multibillionaire Eugene Winthrop. His gruff voice filled the air, followed by some tinny suckuppery from whichever employee was on the line. He glanced at Rob and scowled. “Tell them to go fuck themselves.” He hung up his phone. “You’re going to this fundraiser tonight.”
“What kind of fundraiser?”
“It’s a dinner thing. Some kind of cancer. Or maybe teachers? I don’t know. Just bring the checkbook, they’ll have a vegetarian option-“
“I’m not going, and I haven’t been vegetarian for years.”
“You have to go,” he said and they both erupted in shouting, as Rob had known would happen. They almost never interacted without shouting.
“You don’t control me-!”
“I pay for so much-!”
“You fucking asshole!”
“Me?! How am I the asshole? You have to play a role in this business, Robert! You’re not just an inheritance hole!”
The servants scurried away. None of them wanted to be around Mr. Winthrop when he was angry, or he was wont to fire them. Rob didn’t think that was right — he was always nice to his servants. He didn’t even really want to have servants, beyond the security that was necessary for him to be safe — as an heir to a multibillion-dollar company, Rob was always a kidnapping risk. Rob deeply despised his father and used every opportunity at his disposal to humiliate him, so he liked seeing him blush and wince at the sight of his servants pretending not to listen to the argument.
“You ungrateful brat! I built this company so I’d have enough to provide for you.”
Rob scoffed and went to the sliding glass door, beyond which sat the pool. The pool boy was out there. He had brown hair that hung down in a casual, tangled mess around his head. His eyes were bleary and blue, his body lanky, ropy-muscled. He said he played basketball in high school until graduating last year, but he didn’t come across as a jock. Those Chinese characters — or probably-faux-Chinese characters — were visible on his back around the edges of his sleeveless shirt, one of those strappy kinds that barely covered his shoulders at all.
His name was Todd, and Rob had been trying to figure out how get a taste of his dick from the moment he saw him.
“I’m going to stay here and pay that pool boy for his dick,” Rob said. “You can’t make me go to some stupid fundraiser-“
“That’s disgusting, he’s a pool boy, for god’s sake, we don’t even let him in the house! Look at that hair!”
“His hair is glorious. It’s better unwashed and uncombed.”
“I forbid it!”
“Well, stick around and you’ll be able to watch me do it anyway,” Rob said. He stood up and headed for the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. He slid it open. Todd was by the pool, skimming the leaves off the top. His bare shoulders flexed as he dipped and dapped to the beats emanating from the headphones he always wore when working.
“You had better not do anything to embarrass me!” Rob’s father shouted through the door. He banged on the glass.
Rob smiled and waved at him. He went to Todd, who saw him and pulled the headphones down. Todd blushed a little — he was always nervous around upper-class people like Rob and his father. Todd ran his fingers through his confused mess of black hair.
“Hey,” Rob said.
“Hi. I’m just about done,” Todd said.
“Cool, cool…” Rob giggled. “So… Todd… do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.” Then a wry smile appeared on Todd’s face. “Well, there’s this girl, Lisa. She’s… I mean, she’s not a girlfriend. But she’s like…” He blushed. He pantomimed a woman’s hourglass-shape in front of himself. “She’s fucking awesome, man. And she smokes weed.”
“Yeah? There’s nothing better than hot chicks who smoke weed.”
“I know, right!”
“So… Todd… has my dad paid you yet today?”
Todd shook his head. “He direct-deposits it in my account, but not till the end of the day. Actually he never paid me last time, I just asked him about it and he said-“
“I don’t know anything about that,” Rob said. “But maybe I could help. Do you see that cabana over there?”
Todd nodded. He glanced over at the row of cabanas at the far end of the pool.
“Why don’t you go in there and take off your clothes? I’ll meet you inside in just a minute, and I’ll go to town all over your body,” Rob said, smirking at Todd’s blushing face. “In return for that, I’ll give you five hundred dollars. Plus I’ll make my father pay you for last time and this time, because he was probably going to stiff you again.”
“Oh…” Todd’s eyes opened wide. “Oh… wait… Oh…!”
Rob giggled. “Have you ever done anything like that before?”
“No!” Todd took a deep breath. “Wait… I mean… what?”
“Oh Todd… you’re a dumbie. I said I’ll give you five hundred dollars if you cornhole me.”
“But that’s like… illegal?”
Rob nodded. “Yes. That’s correct. This is technically illegal, Todd, I didn’t think I needed to explain that. But yeah, you should say no if you always follow the law strictly. But you’re a stoner, right? Aren’t you stoned all the time?”
“Not all the time.”
“Okay, so you’re not like a law-nerd, right?”
“But I’ll be like a pervert?”
“You could say that. You could call yourself a hustler too, that’s a better word,” Rob said.
“Oh. Yeah, okay! I’ll be a hustler,” Todd said. “Wait, so… you’ll-“
“Oh god, Todd… Smoke less weed, okay? This is a very simple transaction. You’re lucky you’re handsome, because you are dumb,” Rob said with his hands on his hips. “Just go in the cabana and get ready for me to come jack your dick.”
Rob headed for the house, leaving Todd there to ponder what had just happened. Todd looked like he had more questions, but then he just shrugged and went to the cabana. Rob rolled his eyes — the handsome ones were always dumb.
He opened the door. His father had been waiting, watching by the door, but before Rob opened it, he scurried off. He pretended to be cleaning the kitchen — as though he ever cleaned anything himself — and nodded at Rob like he didn’t care.
“So he said no? He’s not into it?”
“Of course he’s not into it. I don’t want him to be into it.”
His father looked at him and furrowed his brow. Then he scowled at Rob. “What? You’re not… ?”
“Dad! I’ve told you so many times, I like rough trade! You asshole!” Rob shouted. His father, of course, didn’t know what rough trade was — even though Rob had explained it before. He thought his father should have paid enough attention to remember that. A part of him thought his father should provide street hustlers for Rob’s amusement — his father had bought a prostitute for Rob’s brother, after all. What was the point of being rich if you didn’t have someone satisfying your every need?
“You act like a fucking teenager sometimes, Robert! You’re a goddamn grown-up!” he shouted. Rob just smile insouciantly and went back outside.
The pool was deserted. Rob strode, shaking his ass for his father’s irate benefit and went to the row of cabanas.
He hadn’t actually intended to point at any specific cabana when he told Todd where to meet him. There were four here, but Rob had rather assumed Todd would go to the first one, the one closest to the pool. But something in his bleary-eyed stoner mind made him think Rob had pointed to the fourth one, the one furthest from the pool.
So at first Rob opened the door and was disappointed to see no one in it. Had he scared Todd off? He hadn’t seem that uncomfortable with it, Rob thought. He’d chosen the word hustler, suggesting he was comfortable with the idea of it, he just wanted a word he could live with.
But then he saw Todd poking his head out of the fourth cabana. “There you are,” Rob said. “Why’d you come to this one?”
“What?”
“No one ever uses this. We only ever use one cabana at a time,” Rob said. “It’s always the first one, just cuz it’s closer to the pool.” He came in and closed the door. It was always warm and humid in the cabanas. No matter the weather outside, it was always a bit warm and very humid in the cabanas, which had a certain smell too — bamboo, Rob assumed, since the inside was lined with it. This cabana had a few old tiki torches too; the servants must have put them here a long time ago (tiki was so gauche Rob would never have allowed a tiki party here while he lived in the house, so it must have been when he was away).
“So why have them?” Todd asked. He sucked in his breath nervously because Rob came closer.
Rob could smell Todd’s intoxicating aroma. It wasn’t a “good” smell in the sense that it was fruity and sweet. It smelled a bit chemical, like chlorine, a bit of bamboo, some cheap almost metallic-scented deodorant and the musky of an early twenties inconsistent-showering slacker. Todd wore a sleeveless shirt, so his biceps flexed as Rob came near and touched his arms. Todd still seemed confused and didn’t react to Rob groping his bicep.
“Huh? Why do you have cabanas if you don’t use them?”
Rob sighed. “What?” He hadn’t really wanted to discuss cabana theory.
“You said you only ever use one of them. So why have four?”
Rob thought for a moment. “I dunno. I guess the builder told my dad that was how many was normal for a pool of this size,” he said.
“It just seems stupid to build more cabanas than you need. Of course the builder is always gonna exaggerate, you shouldn’t just take his word for it-“
“Maybe he suggested ten and my dad talked him down to four,” Rob said. He rolled his eyes. “Why am I defending my father? I agree, it was stupid. We don’t really need any cabanas. They’re just a place for people to change. They could be replaced with one of those Asian folding wall things.”
“Yeah!”
“Are you gonna complain about the cabanas? Or are you gonna make five hundred dollars?”
Todd thought for a moment as though this was a serious debate. Then he shrugged. “I guess I’ll make five hundred dollars. If your dad ever wants to get rid of some of them, tell him he can hire me. I’ll do it for real cheap.”
Rob sunk to his knees. He knew he should just get right to jacking dick. Todd seemed very distractible — he was still talking about cabanas — so Rob thought this would never proceed unless he forced it along. But he also felt a little bad for Todd.
“You know, Todd, you shouldn’t advertise yourself as cheap.”
“What?”
“It makes you seem low-quality. You didn’t demand my father pay you last time you worked, and now you volunteer to work cheap before you even find out how much work the job is? That’s bad salesmanship,” Rob said. He tugged down Todd’s board shorts. “You should try to convince people that this stuff is hard, that they need to hire you and pay you good money to do it. If my dad wants to hire someone cheap, he’ll find an immigrant willing to do it for a half a Twinkie.”
“Really? A half a Twinkie-?!”
“That’s an exaggeration, but yeah, basically. Don’t compete for the bottom, Todd,” Rob said. “And my dad will never pay you once he knows he can get away with stiffing you.”
Todd sighed again, the sound turning into a little growl. He blushed at the realization that his shorts were down, revealing threadbare boxers. He had been so involved in the conversation he had barely noticed Rob pulling his shorts down.
Then Rob got his boxers down too, and Todd’s hefty tan dick popped out. It was thick and juicy, and it twitched even before Rob planted his lips on it. He looked up at Todd, whose face turned bright red as his whole body shook.
“Ah, shit, man… you’re like… serious…” Todd’s eyes opened wide. He leaned back against the wall of the cabana, jutting his hips forward and forcing his still-soft dick deeper into Rob’s mouth.
Since Todd hadn’t even gotten a bit erect yet, Rob had to lick his limp dick. He always thought that was kind of arousing, especially since he loved men so much — they sometimes needed a minute or two to get hard. A lot of them were nervous they’d be unable to get hard without a woman around, but Rob hadn’t yet met one who proved unable to do so.
Todd was no exception. Once he had taken a deep breath and Rob noisily suckled on his dick, Todd let out a little moan. Then his dick twitched again, and again, and it slowly firmed up in Rob’s mouth.
Soon it was as hard as any cock Rob had ever tasted, and Todd jammed it down his throat. He didn’t pound into Rob like aggressive alphas usually did — Todd was more of a gentle slacker than that — but he did ram his dick in, he just did it more obliviously. Rob wondered how often he had been with a female — definitely some, Todd was too handsome to be a virgin, and he had fantastic hair. Surely some ladies had snapped him up.
But he certainly plowed like he had little experience. He was probably just nervous because this was his first encounter like this. His dick awkwardly slipped in and out of Rob’s throat, making him choke and sputter on it. Todd kept stepping back when that happened, like he was used to women who never wanted to gag and would complain if he was impolite.
That wasn’t Rob.
“C’mon, plow my face, it’s okay…” Rob said when Todd pulled away.
Todd’s eyes opened wide and he stammered. “Oh… you’re into that? Oh… Oh…! I see… Oh!” He pushed his dick in again and laughed. “It really feels like a girl, but uh… you swallow dick better than them,” he whispered. He looked around as though people might have been hidden in this tiny cabana.
“I know,” Rob said the best he could as he sucked on the tip of Rob’s dick. “Men always do it better than females, because we have the equipment ourselves. We know what it feels like.” He slammed his own face deep onto Todd’s cock, making himself choke loudly and his throat clench around Todd’s manhood.
Now Todd began to get into it, his inhibitions gradually diminishing because he was hard. Precum flowed down Rob’s throat. It was salty and warm, and it made Rob’s own cock throb painfully in his pants until he took it out. Todd didn’t seem to notice.
“Shit…” Todd’s voice broke, and he chuckled quietly to himself.
Rob smacked his lips as he pulled off Todd’s cock. He thwacked it against his cheeks a few times, making Todd jump each time there was a satisfyingly meaty thwack-thwack sound.
“You ready to stick it in me?” Rob asked, gurgling on the mouth full of precum he hadn’t swallowed yet.
Todd smiled with a flash of excitement first — he didn’t get anal very often — and then nervousness. He had known this was coming, but he was nervous that he wouldn’t do it well. Of course, one of the nice things about being a “hustler” — aside from getting paid — was that he didn’t care how it made Rob feel. It seemed Rob preferred it that way. Todd didn’t need to sweet-talk him like he would a girl, or find a way to be sure this wasn’t painful. He could just bend Rob over and plow into him.
So that was what Todd did, or would have done if he were a more aggressive sort of muchacho. He grimaced a little at the sight of Rob’s ass — it was pale and smooth and perfect like a statue’s. He kind of wished there was something imperfect about it.
But he’d been with women who had hairier asses, and Rob even smelled like a woman (he wore female perfume on his ass precisely to make rough trade of this sort go more smoothly). So Todd grunted and gritted his teeth as he lined himself up with Rob’s backside.
“Oh god!” Rob bit his lip when he felt Todd’s dick slip into him. The pain, as it usually was at first, was intense and mind-blowing. For just a moment Rob considered backing out — Todd’s dick was very girthy — but as usual, that lasted only a moment. He liked his dicks a little “too” thick. He enjoyed the challenge.
Sure enough, with just an inch or two of dickmeat sliding into him, Rob’s pain slowly transformed into pleasure. Todd’s awkwardity made the same transition, as his staccato breathing shifted from sounding like he was on the verge of running away in terror to sounding like he might blow his wad at any moment.
“Shit…” Todd moaned as he began to plow in earnest. He used all of his strength to pound away at Rob’s tight ass, his cock sliding in and out with each thrust of Todd’s hips.
Todd was surprised that this felt so good — he was embarrassed by it too. A part of him worried that this would make him perverted, or at least people would think he was a perv if they knew he did it and really, truly enjoyed it. That was because Rob knew how to use it. He was somehow both loose and tight at once: loose enough for Todd to plow away with all his might, tight enough for there to be a little struggle, and for Rob’s ass to clench around Todd’s cock.
It was incredible. Todd didn’t know anal could be like this. It was enough to, for a moment, make Todd wonder if he could be a hustler as a career — could he find numerous wealthy men like Rob? Probably not, he figured that was likely more difficult than it seemed.
He wondered if he could keep Rob as a consistent lay — this could be a nice little side-income stream, he thought.

As an orgasm exploded deep within him, Todd finally smiled, the last of his reluctance melting away only now that he was done. This, he thought, was a lot less nervewracking than he had seemed. He ran his fingers through his scruffy hair and let out a loud moan that resonated in the cabana.


“Rob!” Rob’s father’s voice filtered through the air. He had been looking in the first cabana — the one everyone actually used — and when he heard Todd’s moan, he realized they were actually in the fourth cabana instead.
Rob orgasmed too. Waves of pleasure emanated from his prostate. The sexiest thing about getting cornholed by young men was that they didn’t even understand the prostate — they just slammed, hard and passionate and intense, and their dick went wherever it ended up, which was somehow always right there on the prostate, Rob’s little pleasure-button, making him gasp and moan and writhe there on the floor of the cabana.
“Robert! Robert Winthrop!” His father was outside now, pounding on the door. It wasn’t locked, but he wouldn’t open it. “Are you trying to humiliate me?!”
“Aaaaaah….” Rob called out and sighed, attempting to say yes though all that came out was a wordless moan. He tried to giggle too, but the orgasm still flowing through his veins made it hard to concentrate.
A surge of fear hit Todd even before his orgasm was even done. He pulled out, heart pounding — was he in trouble with Mr. Winthrop? He hadn’t really considered what would happen if he got caught. At the very least, he thought, he probably lost this client for his pool-cleaning business.
“Don’t worry,” Rob said with a dry chuckle. He stood and stretched his legs. “My dad won’t do anything. He hates me for getting it in the ass, not you for doing it.”
“Oh…” Todd looked down at his limp dick like it had betrayed him. He wiped it off with a towel that was here in the cabana. His cheeks and chest were ruddy and dappled with sweat, both from the sex and from the humid air of the cabana.
“Robert Winthrop! You had better come out of there! I need you getting ready for the fundraiser!”
“I told you, I’m not going unless it’s Spiceman Catering!” Rob said. He crossed his arms over his chest, then realized his father couldn’t see that because the door was still shut. He just shrugged and pulled his pants up. Todd’s panicked expression continued, so Rob added, “and you have to pay Todd! You shouldn’t have stiffed him last time.”
After a long pause, Rob’s father said, “if I pay him now, will you go to the fundraiser? And behave yourself.” He gulped audibly. “Yes, it is Spiceman Catering. But you have to-“
Rob threw the cabana door open. “Why didn’t you say so?” Spiceman Catering was a Sri Lankan catering company whose employees were the entirety of a local semi-professional cricket team, trying to launch a league in the United States. They were all hunky jocks and they had big dicks and marvelous mustaches, and Rob had jacked most of them off at previous black-tie events. They were his favorite catering company.
“I didn’t want you to embarrass me!”
“I won’t! Unless you’re embarrassed by rough trade,” Rob said with a grin. “Oh, almost forgot.” He looked at Todd. “You should have reminded me to pay you. Don’t let rich folk stiff you.” He counted out the five hundred dollars. “And dad, don’t count this as his payment for cleaning the pool. You still owe him.”
“Yeah, fine. Donate five grand to whatever the fundraiser is for, and make sure Adam Patelli sees you do it.”
“Sure, whatever,” Rob said with a shrug. He didn’t care about that part. He had his own goals for the evening.
Ignoring his father, Rob headed into the house to change into a tuxedo. He didn’t like dressing up, but for some studly Sri Lankan caterers, he’d wear whatever it took. He remembered only at the last moment to go back out there and meet Todd before he left, making sure he got paid for all of his pool-cleaning.
It was funny that that was probably what pissed his father off the most. Getting off the poolboy was embarrassing, and getting plowed by the caterer was too — but most of his wealthy buddies messed with the help too. That was expected.
Actually making sure the help was paid? That was beyond the pale.
But Rob did it anyway before heading out for the fundraiser, hoping that tonight would result in another splendid adventure in rough trade.

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Servicing Alphas: Chapter Six

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Rob headed down the alley behind the club. He smoked a cigarette to make it look like he was waiting for someone to leave out the back. Every few minutes some drunkard did leave out the back, but Rob ignored everyone. He wasn’t here for any of them.
He was here for the bouncer out front.
He had a plan to get him too, but he needed to wait for the bouncer to enter the alley. The bouncer was named Knuckle, on account of the dense network of scars on his fingers. He said that was from getting angry and punching his fist through glass windows on several occasions. He was a bouncer at Lipsweet, a tough bar on the outskirts of town.
Finally the back door flew open, and a drunk man was shoved out of it. Knuckle followed him, pushing him every few feet and barking out challenges and questions. “Huh? Come at me, brah. Come at me then. You wanna fight? You wanna show off fo’ ya girl? Here’s ya chance, come at me. Lemme see it.” Knuckle had a handsome face with a noble jaw and a crooked nose. He always wore a baby blue baseball cap — no logo, just blue — backwards, and he had perfectly white sneakers on. Given that he worked in a bar like this and was frequently out here around the dumpsters, Rob knew that must mean Knuckle bought new shoes frequently.
Knuckle pushed the drunk man until he tottered in a garbagey puddle near the dumpster. Then he cackled and kicked the man in the side. The man yelped and squirmed. He tried to crawl away.
A drunk girl came out the back. She tried to push Knuckle into the wall — which was ridiculous, because Knuckle was like a mountain compared to her drunk, wavering twig of a body — but he just moved out of the way. She stumbled to her boyfriend.
“You fucking pussy!” she said. She sounded so drunk she was about to pass out.
“You’re a slut!” the drunk man bellowed from the ground.
Knuckle watched with a sneer. The two drunkards argued there in the garbage. Knuckle just lit a cigarette. He flexed his biceps, which were visible beneath the white wifebeater he wore — it looked like it had been brand new at the start of his shift, but now had sweat stains around the shoulders, some spilled beer soaked into it and a few drops of dried blood over his heart..
He saw Rob there and nodded. Knuckle smiled. “No problem, sir, just takin’ out the garbage.”
Rob smiled back. He came forward. “It’s a dirty job but somebody’s gotta do it.”
The drunk couple headed out of the alley, staggering forward as they shouted at each other. Knuckle took a deep drag on his cigarette. “You waitin’ for somebody?”
Rob nodded. “But I don’t think they’re coming. They might have gone home with somebody else.”
Knuckle nodded. Rob made sure to accentuate his feminine side to put Knuckle at ease. Knuckle bristled a little and wrinkled his nose. “Uh-huh.”
“You’re Knuckle, right? I’m Rob.” They had actually “met”, or at least interacted briefly, last weekend; but Knuckle didn’t remember that.
“Nice to meetcha, suh,” he said. It sounded like he wasn’t used to being polite to bargoers. Being a bouncer at a club like this was one of the few professions where being mean to the customers was expected.
“I’ll give you fifty bucks to take your shirt off and put me in a headlock,” Rob said. As soon as he said it, he squealed and blushed. He handed Knuckle the money before Knuckle even responded.
He took the fifty-dollar bill. He stared at it, then sighed and chuckled. He took off his wifebeater. He grimaced at the sight of Rob’s leering eyes. His pecs flexed — not in a deliberate, seductive way, but like he was imagining punching Rob and his muscles were dreaming about it.
But then he put Rob in a headlock. He wrapped his right arm around Rob’s neck, holding him tightly. Rob was squashed between his arm and his chest. His other arm pulled Rob’s body close to Knuckle’s, whose bare muscles writhed like a barrel of snakes against Rob’s skin.
Sweat dripped onto Rob’s lips and coated his face. The scent of Knuckle’s unwashed machismo was alluring, and Rob groaned. He smelled cheap deodorant too, but it had already been overpowered by Knuckle’s sweaty night in the overcrowded nightclub.
“Do you ever make guys jack you off?”
“What?”
“I’ve heard some bouncers sometimes take drunk guys they kick out, and y’know… make ’em jack their dick,” Rob said.
“Nah. I don’t do that.”
“Would you? I mean, if I paid you?” Rob struggled to speak through the headlock. He planted his lips on Knuckle’s rock-hard bicep and kissed loudly.
Knuckle groaned and looked away. He gamely kept Rob in the headlock, though he could have dropped him. He blushed. “What, man? You wanna pay me to make some dude jack my dick?”
“No, me. I want to pay you to make me suck your dick.”
“No way. I don’t-“
“A thousand dollars.”
A long, empty silence filled the alley. Knuckle held his cigarette in his hand. He narrowed his eyebrows to slits.
“You gonna pay me a grand to jack my dick?”
“No. I’m gonna pay you a grand for you to make me jack your dick,” Rob said. He writhed in the headlock, and rubbed his ass against Knuckle’s crotch. “I’ll pay you another grand to cornhole me in the ass.”
“Nope. No way. I ain’t no pervert, man, sir,” Knuckle said. He sighed. He pushed Rob away from him. His serious face erupted in nervous laughter. “I won’t do that. No way.” He took another drag on his cigarette. “Three grand. Three grand, man. Ah shit, no. Nevermind. I can’t.”
“Oh-“
“Okay, yeah. Three grand. I can do it. Thirty five hundred. I’ll do it for thirty five hundred,” he said. He sighed and leaned over the railing. His big plump ass stood up. It was cradled by tight basketball shorts beneath his scruffy jeans. The top of his asscrack was just barely visible. Sweat collected there. “No, I mean… Yeah. I can do it. Four grand. I want four grand.”
“I better get started before the price keeps going up,” Rob said. He dropped to his knees and in one smooth motion planted his tongue in that spot of asscrack visible above Knuckle’s sagging jeans.
“Ah shit, man,” Knuckle squirmed. He looked behind himself at Rob licking his asscrack. “You ain’t say nothin’ ’bout licking my ass. You ain’t say nothin’ ’bout that.”
“I said go to town all over you,” Rob said. “And I’m paying you double what I offered. I think that means I get to suck a little ass. I promise I won’t put anything in there, not even a finger. Okay, my tongue. I’ll put my tongue in there.”
His eyes narrowed to slits. He turned back around and grabbed Rob by the chin. “Boy… if you even think about putting a finger in my ass, I will kill you. You understand me? I will not try to hide the evidence. I will go to prison with my head held high, bitch. You dig me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir.”
“Okay, uh, Knuckle.”
He snorted and laughed nervously. He paused and smoked his cigarette. He blew smoke into Rob’s face. Rob coughed.
“You imaginin’ ya finger in my ass?”
“No, Knuckle. I promise. I swear. I don’t do that,” Rob said.
“Ya dick?”
“No. I only ever bottom,” Rob said. His heart skipped a beat. Like most bouncers, Knuckle was very good at intimidating people. He stared Rob down, then spat on his face. “I just want to suck your asshole, that’s all.”
“Fuckin’ deadbeat.”
Knuckle undid the belt of his jeans and pulled down his shorts to reveal a pale, trembling pair of beautifully plump asscheeks. There was a big nasty twisted scar on one cheek. He only pulled down his pants on his backside, taking care to make sure he didn’t bare his cock and balls.
Rob separated those cheeks and inhaled deeply of the scent. The sound of him sniffing made Knuckle chuckle, his whole body shaking; his laugh turned into a quick retch. Rob leaned his head in and slipped his tongue into Knuckle’s tight hole.
“What’s this scar?” Rob asked as he kissed all up and down the crack of Knuckle’s ass.
“I got shot,” Knuckle said. His voice was pinched, as though it hurt to have his asshole licked. He squirmed and groaned. His hole clenched around Rob’s tongue.
Rob tickled the gunshot wound on his ass. One of his hands roamed between Knuckle’s legs, massaging the taint there. He suckled loudly and moistly on Knuckle’s asshole. He slurped out all the stank, salty sweat he could get to.
“Who shot you?”
“This guy. There was a disagreement,” Knuckle said. ‘Bout who owned this girl.”
Rob giggled into Knuckle’s ass. “I hope you were on the side of ‘nobody owned her’.”
Knuckle bristled and bit his lip. He didn’t answer at first. Then he murmured, “I ain’t a rapist or a pimp or nothin’.”
“Uh-huh-“
“Ah, damn!” Knuckle laughed. “I gots an idea.” He clapped his hands and fished his phone out of his pants pocket. That turned out to be difficult to do in this position, so he wordlessly pushed Rob onto the cold, moist ground on his back. Knuckle lowered his ass, squatting over Rob’s face. That was perfect for Rob, because it forcibly separated Knuckle’s cheeks, giving him perfect access to his hole. It was easier for Knuckle to get into his own pants pocket this way.
Rob flickered his tongue all the way in to Knuckle’s hole, far enough in that Knuckle shuddered and groaned. He nearly dropped his cell phone as he dialed. Finally he got it to ring and held it to his ear.
“Yo, nigga. Guess what? Remember that thing you said only niggas can ever talk someone into? I got this bitch lickin’ at my hole right now-” Knuckle paused and groaned. “Nigga nigga nigga, I say it when I want, man. I ain’t even have to talk this bitch into it. Uh-huh. Got that tongue all up in my guts right now, cleanin’ me out, uh-huh. Gonna rub it like a dog now.” He moved his ass back and forth, squeezing over Rob’s tongue. “Yeah, it’s real nasty.” He paused. “Alright, yeah. I meet you tomorrow at noon. Get up early then, and don’t try and pass off schwag, I will kick yo’ ass again. Bullshit. I beat yo’ ass like a cop behind bars, nigga. I destroyed you. I’m just sayin’ it to piss you off now. That’s my right. That’s my First Amendment right as an American.” He paused and smiled. “Hell yeah. But I am takin’ her ass, man — no! No! You can’t call it like that, that ain’t fair. I fuck her in the ass. Yeah, you take the pussy. If our balls touch, I will punch you. If our balls touch, it will be yo’ fault, I guarantee that.” He squirmed atop Rob’s tongue. “God damn, man, you ain’t say ya tongue gonna feel like that. Okay, nigga. Nigga please. Nigga you don’t even- Uh-huh, my nigga. You my nigga, dawg. I swear-” He put the phone down. He snorted. “Hung up. Fuckin’ asshole.” He stood up and grabbed Rob by the neck. “You ready to swallow some dick, deadbeat?”
“Yeah,” Rob said. The only sound he could make right now was a weak squeak.
Knuckle spat on his face. He laughed and clapped his hands. “Alright, goddamn. This is kinda fun.” He pushed Rob onto his knees. He had a massive cock, already half-hard and throbbing in his hands. He pried Rob’s mouth apart and fed it in. He shuddered a little, then smiled. “My dad was a bouncer — I only met him a few times in person, he been in jail since I was little — and he always say this is what it used to be like. Police used to be on ya side, you know? If some deadbeat raised a fuckin’ stink, you could raise a fuckin’ stink on his face, dig?” He sighed as he slammed his dick all the way into Rob’s throat.
Rob struggled to accept it all. He gagged violently. His hands tightened into claws that grabbed at Knuckle’s plump asscheeks, which were still wet from Rob’s licking.
“Man… My dad used to come home late, and he’d drink with my uncle Tony — he lived wit’ us then — and he’d tell Tony about the shit he did to the boys who raised too much hell in his bar. I ain’t understand half of what he said,” Knuckle said. “Like usin’ a bum as an ashtray.” He made sure Rob’s eyes were open wide, then ground his cigarette out on Rob’s forehead.
The scorching pain on his flesh made Rob squirm. His mouth struggled to avoid biting down, but he didn’t have any leverage anyway, so he probably couldn’t have bit if he wanted to. All he could do was hock up a ball of saliva that dripped down Knuckle’s shaft.
“Alright, deadbeat,” Knuckle said. He sounded a little absent-minded, like he was acting out something he recalled his father saying. “Now here comes the big finale. I’m gonna turn your ass into my woman, a woman I don’t think much of. It’s gonna hurt, and you gonna cry, but eventually it’ll be over. Then you be a flappy-butted loser.” He bent Rob over the railing near the landing by the back door to the club.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Knuckle had his cock in Rob’s ass — he just jammed it in as though the more he thought about it, the more he might be unable to perform. He sighed once the first inch or so was in. Rob squealed and gasped.
“That hurt? It should. You want something to bit on?” Knuckle said. He put his corded-muscle forearm in front of Rob’s mouth. “You can bite my arm, bitch. I won’t be mad.”
Rob didn’t want to bite, though the pressure in his ass was intense. He kissed. He sucked on the firm muscle of Knuckle’s forearm, nibbling a bit only when the sensations in his ass became too incredible to avoid.
“Say ‘I’m a bitch’.”
“I’m a bitch!”
“Say it louder. Be proud of ya bitchitude. Bitch.”
“I’m a bitch! I’m such a bitch! I’m Knuckle’s bitch! I’ll do anything he wants!” Rob screamed into the darkened alley.
“Ha, now I get it, I know why my dad was-” Knuckle chuckled dryly, interrupted when his cell phone rang. “That’s prolly that nigga again, tellin’ me he run out of weed or some shit. I swear to God- Oh, nevermind, it’s my boss. Shush.” He stopped moving with his cock all the way in Rob’s ass.
There was a long silence. It took all of Rob’s concentration to avoid crying out. Knuckle stopped moving, but he stopped with his entire cock throbbing in Rob’s ass.
“Yes, sir. Uh-huh. Uh, yeah, Mr. Gregarian, I’m just, uh, takin’ care of- Right. Yes, sir. I’ll be there in a moment.” He hung up the phone and barked. He punched Rob in the back, then roared and backed away. Blessed relief flooded Rob as his ass was emptied. “I swear to Christ, I will rip this bitch’s throat out.” He pulled his pants up. “You hear me? I will kill- Sorry ’bout punching you, man. I ain’t mean to hurtcha.”
“No worries, I’m not hurt-“
“I will lay down some law like a lawyer, boy. You best believe it,” he said. He went back into the club, still shirtless, his cock and his ass moist. His dick was still as hard as iron, and if the club weren’t so dark, the bulge in his jeans would have been obvious.
Rob pulled his pants up, just in case more people came out the back. He kept the door open too, watching. But the club was crowded and dark and smoky and loud, and Rob got only a vague impression of what was happening in there.
A glass-shattering crash. Gasps. What the fuck?! A crack. More gasping. Some laughter. Angry words spat out too quietly to hear. A moist sound that Rob couldn’t identify. You still feelin’ grabby, my man? A shriek of terror. Shut the fuck up! You gonna walk out like a man or you gonna get yaself thrown out like a bitch?
Then Rob saw a blurry mix of limbs and muscle come his way. He stepped away from the door just in time to see Knuckle dragging a thrashing man out into the alley. The man was drunk, crying, red-faced, blood streaming from his nostrils.
The man staggered to his feet in the puddle of dumpster water he landed in. “Fuck you!” he screamed. He drunkenly, slowly put his fists up. “Come at me, bro. Come at me. Try me, huh?”
Knuckle laughed. “Don’t make me. I would come over there and kick ya ass, bro. I would do it. But you happened to interrupt me when I was punishin’ the last deadbeat who raised up a fuss and I don’t wanna stop.”
“Come at me!” The drunk man kept repeating that, staggering around the alley. He didn’t seem to notice at first when Knuckle dropped his jeans again.

Knuckle’s cock was not totally hard anymore, but he had only lost a bit of his erection. He rammed it into Rob’s ass and sighed as though he was scratching an itch he had been unable to reach for a long time. He slipped his entire cock in, and Rob squealed — he had to make it very loud to get the drunk’s attention.


The drunk stepped closer like he didn’t understand what he was seeing. He screwed up his eyes and wrinkled his nose. “You’re cornholin’ that man’.”
“You earnin’ yo’ identifyin’-nasty-shit merit badge, man?” Knuckle said. “Cuz you got it. You earned that.”
There was a long pause. “That’s nasty.”
“Go home, fuckwit! Ain’t you figure this out yet? When I’m done cornholin’ this deadbeat, I’m gonna come over there and cornhole you, ya dig? I’m gonna cornhole you till yo’ eyes bleed. I’m gonna cornhole you even though my dick gonna be limp cuz I just cornhole him, I’ll just shove it in ya ass anyway and watch porn on my phone till I get hard again. So you had better run the fuck away befo’ I finish.”
The drunk man covered his mouth like he had to suppress a shout. Then he turned tail and fled. He ran down the alley, swaying from side to side so badly he bumped into the wall and knocked over a trash can.
One of Knuckle’s hands grabbed Rob’s hair, holding his head in place. He groaned and moaned. Rob stroked himself off.
But first, before he reached orgasm, Rob pulled out his own cell phone. He handed it to Knuckle and said, “Here. Will you call my dad?”
“Call yo’ daddy?”
“Yeah. Tell him you’re cornholin’ me. I want to humiliate him. He doesn’t like the idea of me being dirty at all, and he would hate it if he knew I let a bouncer in me. No offense,” Rob said. “I’ll give you an extra hundred bucks. His name is Eugene.”
Knuckle grabbed the phone and muttered. “Fine.” He snorted and cleared his throat as it rang. “Yo. Hey. You, uh, Eugene? That’s right, I got ya boy’s cell phone. He can’t talk right now, on ‘ccount of he’s bein’ bitched out. Uh-huh. I’s a bouncer at Lipsweet, that’s that discount burlesque club, ya boy is here right now jackin’ dudes off for a quarter — yeah, he just drainin’ they balls so they ain’t gotta spend as much on lapdances. If you ever been to Lipsweet, you know they got some nasty-ass females. But only scumbags ever come here, so it works out for them. Anyway, I was callin’ you to give you an update on ya boy and see if you wanna buy this car I got — it ain’t stolen, I swear, but I do gotta get rid of it tonight and it’s got Massachusetts tags you should prolly take off right away. You can pay in money or in meth. Uh-huh. Sorry, I’s havin’ trouble hearin’ ya over the sound of ya boy swallowin’ nutsacks. You teach him to do that? You teach him good.” He stopped and shrugged. “He hung up. Ya daddy sound like a judge. He a judge?”
“No.”
“Good. Cuz I might have kick ya ass for real if yo’ daddy was a judge. He sound like the fuckhead who put my brother away,” Knuckle said. “Now hush up, I’m gonna cum.” He put his cell phone on Rob’s back, and the tinny sound of hetero porn filled the air.
Once he got it started, however, Knuckle didn’t seem to spend much focus looking at the screen. He closed his eyes and moaned, tweaking his own nipples. He groaned in disgust when Rob orgasmed and sprayed his wad over the alley ground, but he didn’t say anything.
“Aw, fuck, aw fuck, aw fuck…” Knuckle grunted. He pushed on Rob’s head and gripped his ass tightly in position.
A wash of hot cum spurted into Rob, followed by a long torrent of semen. It was thick and creamy, and it seeped into his flesh. Knuckle stopped moving while he came. He closed his eyes tightly as though watching a horror movie. His cock spasmed and the cum flowed until it was dripping out of Rob’s ass and onto the trashy ground beneath him.
“God damn, bitch. God damn,” Knuckle said. He smacked Rob’s ass without removing his cock, chuckling when that made Rob yelp and squirm. Knuckle swayed his hips and twitched his dick, causing a bubbly frothy load of cum to slip out. It coated Rob’s ass and dripped in clumps onto the ground.
“Wow, thanks-“
“Pay me, bitch,” Knuckle said with a growl. “You best not cheat me. And clean my cock off wit’ yo’ clothes.”
“Yes, Knuckle,” Rob said. He used his shirt to wipe off Knuckle’s cock, then brought out his own smartphone. They used the app that Rob’s father had invented — PayUp — to transfer four thousand, one hundred and fifty dollars into Knuckle’s account. Rob didn’t tell Knuckle that it was his father’s app.
Knuckle put his sweaty wifebeater back on. He straightened his backwards baseball cap. “Alright, you done.”
Rob didn’t respond right away. He was all cleaned up and dressed, ready to go, but he wanted to watch Knuckle’s muscle-bound body for as long as possible. Knuckle stayed there at the door, scowling at him.
“Okay, man, you get away,” Knuckle said. He spat on the ground. “Or I will kick yo’ ass for real.”
Rob turned and fled. He was a little scared — Knuckle seemed hostile and unstable enough he might do it — but most of all he was relieved to have gotten it. He had watched and planned this encounter for a long time, so he was glad it went off without a hitch.
But it was time to move on, to find someone new. It was time for Rob find a fresh new piece of rough trade.

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Servicing Alphas: Chapter Five

Read it now for free as an ebook!

Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

“I really don’t think I can pick him out of a lineup, Officer Jackson,” Rob said. He got in the passenger side of the patrol car.
“Well, we need you to try. We think we got the guy, but we need an ID on him,” Officer Jackson said. He pulled into traffic with a quickness. Unfortunately, traffic didn’t comply with his need for speed, and he was stuck almost immediately — not even turning on the siren would help. The street was jammed bumper-to-bumper with cars.
“Well… shit,” Rob said, sighing at the sight of the traffic jam.
“Yeah, goddamn I hate this city. Traffic sucks,” Jackson said. He let out a long, low sigh. “So what does a dude like you do for fun in this city? Sorry, was that weird to ask? I’m just making conversation.”
“No, that’s a fine question, officer. I am a bit of a music collector, namely funk. I love funk,” Rob said. “Oh, you know, I date a little, fool around… y’know… I love me a bit of rough trade.”
“Rough trade? What’s that?” He sighed and pounded on the steering wheel. He scowled at the car in front of him. The radio flickered into life, but it wasn’t a call aimed at Officer Jackson.
“It’s when a masculine guy lets a weaker guy taste his dick for money or a place to sleep or whatever.”
“So, wait, guys let you jack them off?”
“Oh, yeah, all the time.”
“I know Mexicans do that. My last partner explained about the activos and pasivos. I thought it was weird, but he said there’s a dude he messes with sometimes. His wife makes him get off so she doesn’t have to do it. He said all Mexicans do that, I said that seems like a sweeping generalization and-“
“Oh, that’s darling,” Rob said. “But it’s not just Mexicans, sweetie.” He squeezed Officer Jackson’s bicep beneath his uniform shirt. It was firm and meaty, and it made him giggle because it made Jackson’s chest muscles ripple. “Lots of guys do that, for money… or just… for fun. When there’s no girls around. Like right now.”
“You comin’ on to me?”
“I bet I can get you off and swallow all your cum down before we get off this highway,” Rob said. He moistly sucked on his finger, deep-throating it until he got Officer Jackson’s attention. Rob smiled. “I’m very good.”
“As good as a girl?”
Rob scoffed. “Sweetie, I’m better than any girl. I can throat any cock, and I love to swallow cum. What girl can make that boast?” He reached over and teased the side of Officer Jackson’s thigh.
“Shit… You want me to be ya rough trade?”
“Well, I’d have to offer you something of value, but that would be illegal,” Rob said. “So why don’t we just do something more fun? It’s not illegal to gamble on dick, is it?” He stroked Officer Jackson’s cock through his uniform slacks. “If I can make you blow a nut before we get off the highway, then I get to spend one night worshiping your cock and your ass and every part of your body.” Rob unzipped Jackson’s uniform slacks and pulled his already erect cock out.
Officer Jackson shifted his weight and scooted back to give Rob more room to touch his dick through his slacks. “Look… I dunno ’bout that…” He blushed. “You can stroke it a bit, that’s… y’know…”
“Hmmm… you sure I can’t take it out? Let it see the light of day?”
Officer Jackson made a bunch of grunting noises, some of which sounded like “yes” and others like “no”. But Rob just kept rubbing it through his clothes, until it was as hard as iron and the precum leaking out made a little wet spot on the fabric.
“Oh, god, man… Do you really throat dick that good?”
“Even better.” Rob aimed his voice directly into Officer Jackson’s ear, and he kept his tone low and sultry. Jackson moaned and shuddered.
“Goddamn, boy, look, you can suck on it a bit, okay, just get it wet? Just, uh… Oh god…” It took all his concentration to keep driving. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”
“I promise, it’ll be our little lavender secret,” Rob said. He unzipped Officer Jackson’s slacks and took his dick out. It was big and thick and, Rob was glad to see, uncut. It was meaty and firm. It tasted salty from the moment Rob popped it into his mouth, precum already flowing down his shaft.
“Hmmm… Goddamn…”
“Isn’t this nice? I haven’t even started on it yet,” Rob said with a giggle. He still just played with the tip, letting his spit drip all over it and into the humid forest of Officer Jackson’s crotch within his slacks. “I’m just teasing still.”
Officer Jackson grunted. A surge of terror hit him as he realized he wasn’t paying too much attention to the road, but the traffic was still almost entirely stopped. He crept forward a few feet a minute.
Dispatch to Car 25. Jackson, hey?

Officer Jackson swore. He grabbed for the radio with one hand, while his other guided Rob onto his dick. Rob wanted to make him moan into the radio — he thought that would be funny — so he deep-throated Officer Jackson’s dick the moment he pushed the transmit button on the radio.


“Car 25 he — heeere…” His voice did break as he spoke, but he just pushed Rob’s head deeper on his dick. He squirmed in his seat and closed his eyes.
Hey, Jackson, you still picking that witness up? Don’t worry about it. We caught him trying to pawn the cash register.
“Thank god,” Officer Jackson said. Then he spoke into the radio, “Okay. Cool. I already picked him up, but I’ll just take him back home.”
Rob lifted his head up, wiping precum off his chin, and giggled. “So the guy robbed a gas station then tried to pawn the cash register that day? Do pawn shops even take cash registers?”
“He was probably a meth-head,” Officer Jackson said. “That’s a total meth move.”
“Hey, so how do you want me to swallow your cum?” Since most women didn’t like sucking dick or swallowing cum, or talking about either, Rob liked to tease straight men by bringing it up. He chased Jackson’s dick with his mouth as he talked. “Cuz I like to have you ejaculate on my tongue, that way I can taste every drop-“
“Yeah, do that.” He gently pushed Rob’s head back to his dick, but Rob just kept stroking.
Rob teased the tip of his dick with his tongue. Jackson was right on the edge of orgasm, and Rob kept him there. “So another option is for me to throat you, so you shoot all your load in my throat, like real deep in my throat. The downside there is that I don’t get to taste as much of it. But if you like being deep-throated, that’s probably the way to go.”
“Yeah. Do that.” The traffic was beginning to clear out. Rob had totally forgotten they were originally betting over how quickly Officer Jackson might cum.
“Let’s see, there’s also the porno option. That’s where you jack yourself off and cum on my face. I’ll have to clean myself up and swallow it all. That makes for a good visual for the camera, but I think it’s the least sexy,” Rob said. He paused for a moment to lick Jackson’s shaft from root to tip, making him shudder and moan again.
“Come on, just swallow it, just swallow it, okay?” He was desperately plaintive now.
“Hmmm… Okay, it’s up to me?”
“Yeah! Just swallow it, man! Come on!” He pounded on the steering wheel. His dick throbbed mightily, like it might cum no matter what.
Rob had always known how he was going to do it — he was going to deep-throat. While he did enjoy having a man cum in his mouth, he knew this would feel better for Jackson, which meant Rob might get to make this a regular occurrence. Besides that, the steering wheel was in the way, which might have made the other methods more difficult.
So he rammed his head all the way down. As his orgasm hit him, just as he pulled the car onto an off-ramp, Officer Jackson parked on the side of the road. He couldn’t control his body anymore. Cars whizzed past as he leaned back and finally blew the biggest load of his lifetime.
Nobody had ever swallowed his cum as deeply as this. Officer Jackson let out a loud howl, his mind whirring as he wondered what he’d say if some other cop saw him parked here. He held Rob’s head all the way down on his cock, until he had shot every drop down Rob’s tight, warm throat.
“Shit! Hell yeah, boy! Goddamn!” Officer Jackson screamed.
His cum was thick and salty, with a certain musty quality that Rob adored. His load sat heavily in Rob’s belly, his heat seeping into Rob’s flesh. Rob kept sucking even as his lungs cried out for oxygen.
“Shit…” Officer Jackson said, his voice now quiet and wavery, exhausted, his forehead dappled with sweat. “Shit, man.”
Rob pulled off. He loudly gulped down the mouth full of cum he still had. It sat hotly in his belly. “So you see, that’s what I do for fun in this city.”
“Uh-huh. Shit, man…” Officer Jackson gulped as he put his moist cock away. “Shit… That was better than any girl. Don’t quote me on that.”
Rob giggled. “You don’t need to worry about that.” His hands pawed at Officer Jackson’s chest. “I practice the utmost discretion.” He paused. “You owe me a night in a motel. I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetie. You ever had a tossed salad? I’ll make you cum till your balls fall off.”
Officer Jackson cleared his throat and rearranged himself in his slacks. “Man… Shut up, okay? You’re gonna make me horny again. I’ll take you home now.” He paused. “Yeah, I’ll get a motel room. I’ll have to call you and let you know when I can get away from my wife.”
“I can’t wait.”

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Servicing Alphas: Chapter Four

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Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Rob had intended to go to a sit-down restaurant to eat alone. He needed a break from his father-assigned work and a meal, and that was the best way to achieve both things. But the Thai restaurant near his hotel — “Fit to Be Thaied” — was unexpectedly busy, with a line out the door. Rob didn’t mind eating alone, he wasn’t embarrassed like so many others were, but he wouldn’t want to do so in a very crowded restaurant. He didn’t like eating alone in a very empty restaurant either; it was tough to find a happy medium.
So he was just driving around. There was one place that looked reasonable enough, but it was called “Gus’s Gutburgers”. Rob was trying to watch his diet these days and that did not sound like a restaurant that would be conducive to it. Then there was a “Lady Mao’s Community Chinese”, which, aside from the oddly Communist implication, looked like another generic shitty takeout place that would probably be terrible.
He wasn’t even hungry. He considered not eating, but it was getting late. He knew skipping meals was not an effective way to lose weight because of its effect on his metabolism. If he didn’t eat now, he’d probably be ravenous in a few hours when nothing was open except the hotel bar and the McDonald’s.
He could just get a microwavable meal at a grocery store, he thought. That was a good idea, it was cheap, there were some really good ones that weren’t too many calories and the hotel probably had a microwave he could use.
A handsome man.
Rob’s eyes zeroed in on him instinctively because he was ungodly handsome and because he was conspicuously leaning against a street sign on a corner. He was tall, leanly muscular and heavily tattooed, wearing a sleeveless tee shirt that showed off his body. He was black, and given the neighborhood and his posture, Rob was fairly certain he was a drug dealer, a pimp, a hustler or at least attempting to look like a thug.
He looks like a good bit of rough…
Rob pulled over. He could see a tantalizing bulge in the man’s jeans; it probably wasn’t his cock, but Rob liked to imagine that it was.
“Hey, man-” Rob was about to ask for directions, but the black man approached the car and interrupted him as soon as the window was down.
“Crack-?” He cut himself off as he took in Rob’s nice car (a rental, not that he knew that) and clothes. “Powder?”
“No, I’m looking for something else. Something very specific,” Rob said with a salacious giggle. He intended for it to sound feminine, but it didn’t quite come across that way.
“I give you an 8-ball for hundred-twenty dollahs, man.”
“Hmmm…”
“PCP? You want angel dust? I can get you angel dust,” he said.
Rob shook his head. The guy’s deep throaty voice was alluring and disconcerting, and his hot breath filled the car because he had poked his head in through the driver’s side window.
“You wanna get laid, my brothah? I help you out. You can have a good time, man, I know all kinda ladies. You like ’em skinny? You like big tits? I know one slut who love gettin’ titty-fucked by white men.”
“Hmmm… Get in,” Rob said. He leaned over to open the door. “I have a specialized request.”
“Man, I don’t get in cars, nigga, I’s out here hustlin’. I gotta be here to make dollah bills, yo! What’choo want? I got a black girl gonna suck ya dick for fifty dollars-“
“Nope. How about I pay fifty dollars and swallow your dick?”
“Ah-” The black man cut himself off and looked around behind and in front of the car. He chuckled, and for the first time his hustler-patter seemed off. “Oh. Uh… Ah. Yeah, uh…”
“Does your dick work or what?” Rob asked. “C’mon, there’s a whiteboy down the street with dick for days-“
“Nigga, please!” He hesitated again, then got in the car. He sighed like a cocky bastard. “I was always gonna say yes.” He paused. “What whiteboy you talkin’ ’bout? McMasters? He fucks skanky chicks, you know. Like, not sexy-skanks neither, like diseased bitches wit’ oozy pussies and shit-“
“I don’t care, no, not McMasters. There’s no whiteboy,” Rob said as he drove away. “I made that up to get you in the car.”
The dealer sniffled and scoffed like he was upset and considered leaving. But the car was already moving, so he just shrugged. “I ain’t get in cuz of that. Fuck McMasters, he’s a total pussy. I kicked his ass last year and he been tellin’ folks-“
“Oh my god, I don’t give a shit about your drama, just take your dick out,” Rob said. Then he paused. “What’s your name?”
He hesitated again before answering. “Andre.” It was not a convincing lie, but Rob just shrugged.
“Fine, you don’t have to give me your real name, Andre.”
He took his dick out. “You gotta pay a hundred, man, not fifty.”
“No. We agreed on fifty.”
“There wasn’t no agreement, man!”
“You got in the car for fifty. I know perfectly well you’ll do it for that,” Rob said. “I bet you always tell your hos to start high and negotiate lower too, right? But you started low and now you’re trying to negotiate higher. That doesn’t work-“
“Man, I ain’t a pimp.”
“Then why’d you offer me girls?”
“I know a pimp. He gives me a cut.”
“That’s a fine distinction,” Rob said. “Well, anyway, my price is fifty dollars. You wanna get out of the car?”
He was quiet for a long time. “No. Fine. Don’t tell no one about this.” He chuckled like he had never been serious. “Whatever, I just wanna get my dick wet.”
“It’ll be our little secret,” Rob said. He pulled into a Wal-Mart that was open twenty-four hours and parked at the end of the row of cars. These were probably mostly employees’ cars, he figured, and he parked so he could easily see anyone coming from the store or driving in from the road.
Andre already had his dick out, whacking it against his palm. He grunted. “Alrightie then, get to it.”
Rob dove right in. “Is this your first time?” He swallowed Andre’s cocktip and teased the piss-slit with his tongue.
“Nah, man, I let niggas get me off if they want,” he said. “Whitebois gotta pay.” He chuckled.

Rob didn’t answer, he was too engrossed in savoring dickmeat. His nose nuzzled Andre’s crotch, and he grunted again. He lifted his ass up a little like he was surprised at how good this felt. He pistoned his dick deeper down Rob’s throat.

“Yeah, boi, swallow that shit deep, damn…” He leaned back and sighed, using both hands and his hips to slam into Rob’s face. “Damn, you got one of them nice whiteboy throats, I like that. You smooth as silk, boi.”
As he orgasmed into Rob’s throat, Rob stroked his balls with one hand, while his other reached up to caress his muscular chest beneath that tight wifebeater he wore. Cum flowed and his tattooed muscles rippled.
His load was salty and sweet, thick, cloyingly creamy. It coated Rob’s throat and settled into his stomach. Rob moaned as he guzzled it down.
“Shit, boi, goddamn, don’t let up, don’t let up, bitch…”
Finally he let go, and Rob pulled off. He smacked his lip, then went back down for another taste. It was now exquisitely over-sensitive, and Andre writhed. “Hmmm… you taste good,” Rob said with a giggle.
“Shit, man, shit…”
“You want my phone number?” Rob had a special phone number he used just for dalliances like this. He wrote it down and handed it to Andre, along with the fifty dollars. Andre still lay there in the passenger seat with his dick out.
His voice was lazy and tired now. “Shit… Lemme give you my number, man, you call me when you want it-“
“No. You text me,” Rob said. He had done this before — a man like Andre wouldn’t call until he was horny, and then Rob would know it was the perfect moment to get a little anal and who knew what else from him. Rob smiled. “I like that better.” He opened the door to signify that Andre could get out now.
“Shit. Okay.” He chuckled. “I be textin’ you all the time, man. You handle my dick good.” He paused. “You still gotta pay.” He was about to get out, then he hesitated. “Can you take me back to where we was?”
“Do you always take your bitches home?” Rob said. Andre got out as though he expected Rob to tell him to just come right back in. But he looked at Rob with his brow furrowed.
It was obvious he couldn’t truthfully say yes, so he hesitated. “Uh… I mean, it ain’t like that-“
“Later,” Rob said. “Call me when you’re desperate.” He drove off with the passenger-side door open, leaving Andre there, his cinching his belt once more. Andre was still a bit bleary-eyed from his orgasm, so he threw his hands in the air.
“Whatever, man! I won’t get desperate, I got females!” Andre called out into the night. But he was already brainstorming the excuses he’d use when he finally called Rob. He knew he’d be doing that any day now.
He just wanted to make some money and get his dick wet.

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Servicing Alphas: Chapter Three

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Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Living in Ann Arbor had been nice, but Rob was beginning to get tired of it. He was already thinking of new places. Maybe Salt Lake City? Mormons were nice, but so boring.
But for now, he was still settling into his apartment near the college. Rob told himself — and more importantly, everyone else — that he lived there because it helped him write — he was trying to write a novel. But it actually distracted him because of all the hot frat guys who haunted the streets. He could sit out on his porch in the evening and spy all the semi-drunk boys scurrying in groups between houses, wearing sleeveless tees and sometimes even less.
He knew he’d lived there long enough, though, when Chad knocked on his door one day.

Chad was not very tall, and he wasn’t really muscular, but he was athletic and wiry, and he had very broad shoulders. His most endearing quality, however, were dimples and a perfectly scruffy chin. Those dimples dimpled marvelously when Rob opened the door, because Chad was very nervous. His shoulders were straight, and he bit his lip.


“Uh, so, hey, man… can I borrow… a… roll of orange duct tape.”
Rob looked at him blankly. He had no idea what that meant. “You want orange duct tape?”
“Yeah, like… orange?”
“Right… I, uh… I don’t have any orange duct tape, young man,” Rob said.
“Oh.”
“Would… black duct tape do?” Rob wasn’t sure he had black duct tape either, but there might have been a roll in the closet.
“No! I mean… No,” Chad said. “Is that… butt stuff?” He glanced down the hall, whence Rob heard emanations of snickering.
“What?!” Rob poked his head out. A handful more frat boys were peering this way, but they scattered when they saw Rob. Their throaty chuckling filled the air in the hallway.
Chad’s cheeks burned bright red. “Is that code?”
“No,” Rob said. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, uh, sorry, oh, uh, uh, I, uh, I was all like, all in the… I had things to be in the… they said it, and I said all that that I was like… And so…”
Rob clucked his tongue. “You have a bad case of fraternity-induced crazymouth, boy. If you want something from me, you better say it.”
“Will you jack my dick?!” He paused and blushed. “With your mouth.”
A silence filled the hall. “Well, yes,” Rob said. “But please don’t shout that.” He opened the door, and Chad came in.
“Shit, yeah, thanks,” Chad said with a sigh.
“So they told you you had to use a code?”
Chad nodded.
“Okay, I do not like to play games like that, Chad. Girls enjoy that kind of shit. If you want me to jack your dick, just ask, using normal words,” Rob said.
“Yes, sir,” Chad said. He sat on the couch. “Thanks, man, I mean, sir-“
“You can call me Rob,” Rob said. “You’re a very polite young man.”
Chad was still blushing, holding his breath. He looked like his head might explode. He had a big goofy grin on his face that he couldn’t remove. “I really need the money. Five grand is a lot.”
Rob looked at him. “What?”
“Five grand, right? That’s what you gave Deshonte Williams.”
“Uh… Is that what he’s saying? You tell him he’s got a ten-dollar dick, and I gave him a big tip. I did not pay him five grand,” Rob said. “I don’t have to pay you jack-shit, Chad. You came in here asking me to get you off, remember that? I know you just wanna get your dick wet and you’ll do it for free.”
“No way! Deshonte said you pay money!”
“Then get five grand out of Deshonte!” Rob said. He grinned. “Okay, I gave Deshonte fifty bucks, which is what I normally pay college boys. But I’ll give you a hundred so you can tell Deshonte to quit talking a bunch of bullshit about me cuz his dick ain’t that good. Tell him I can make sure every girl on campus thinks he’s impotent. So unless he wants that rumor to spread across campus like syphilis, he had better stop bragging about that shit. I paid him fifty bucks.” Rob got on his knees between Chad’s legs.
Chad’s eyes opened wide and he blushed. “I… uh… I don’t know if I can…”
“Are you scared of Deshonte? He won’t hurt you. He won’t get in a fight because he doesn’t want to ruin that lovely face,” Rob said. “But whatever, you don’t have to say that. Just tell him I said to come talk to me. I’ll give him the message.”
“Oh.” Chad still looked scared. He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. Rob didn’t know if he was actually scared of Deshonte or if he was just nervous about being with a man.
Rob stroked Chad’s dick through his jeans, then unzipped the fly. Chad gasped. Rob reached in and pulled out a nice-sized dick. He planted his lips right on the tip and suckled loudly, moistly.
Then he stroked it and had Chad take his shirt off. “You’re pledging a frat?” One of Rob’s hands played with his nipples, which made Chad’s pecs flex.
Chad nodded and closed his eyes. “Kappa Gamma Pi.”
“Oh… is that the frat that does elephant walks?”
Chad blushed. “I, uh… I’m not allowed to talk about that stuff.”
Rob giggled. He went back to sucking, deep-throating Chad to the root. He could picture Chad doing the elephant walk, maybe with Deshonte himself — wasn’t Deshonte also a Kaggapee? (That was what the Kappa Gamma Pi boys were called on-campus). An elephant walk was when all the pledges formed a line, totally naked, and then gripped the cock of the man behind them (reaching between their own legs) while inserting their other finger into the ass of the man in front of them. That resulted in a line of frat boys manhandling each other.
It was incredibly arousing, Rob thought, even if Chad did deny it.
Rob sucked on his balls loudly enough to make Chad open his eyes and gasp. Rob giggled. He loved servicing frat boy alphas like him, since so many of them were inexperienced. Chad had probably only been sucked off by a few girls as inexperienced as he was, so he’d most likely never had a worthwhile blowjob. Rob enjoyed blowing his mind.
“How is it?” Rob asked. He made eye contact with Chad, who blushed.
“Uh… Oh god… It’s… uh…” Chad’s face was bright-red. “It’s…” He bucked and grunted, his whole body shaking as Rob casually stroked him off.
Rob hadn’t intended to give Chad such an intense orgasm. But he was on the verge of cumming even before Rob pulled off his cock, and Chad was young and virile enough that he couldn’t stop himself even if he had wanted to. So Rob kept stroking as sticky precum flowed over his hand.
“C’mon, swallow it, swallow it…” Chad’s voice was plaintive and desperate. His hands fluttered above Rob’s head.
“Hmm… your dick feels so good in my hand…” Rob moaned, thwacking Chad’s cock against his palm. He could feel the cum coursing up the shaft, and he could sense his orgasm in the roiling muscles of Chad’s body.
He played like he wasn’t going to put it in his mouth anymore, even as Chad’s ruddy face gasped and begged him to do it. Then, at the last second, as a jet of cum sprayed out, Rob rammed his head all the way down. The sour and intensely bright flavor of cum overloaded Rob’s senses.
“Ah, shit, yes!” Chad sighed grandly, his chest rattling, muscles flexing. His cock disappeared all the way down Rob’s throat, his cummy shaft filling Rob’s senses with his salty goodness.
Then cum spurted into Rob’s stomach, great creamy gobs of it that just kept on flowing. Chad had big college-boy balls that were overful with his nut, and now it all flowed out at once. It filled Rob up and then kept going, until Rob couldn’t possibly swallow it all.
It spilled out and made a big frothy mess on Chad’s crotch. Rob pulled off and took a deep breath.
“Goddamn!” Chad’s face was bright red. He looked at his dick as though he had no idea why that happened.
Rob giggled. “You certainly earned your fifty dollars.” He wiped cum off the corner of his mouth.
“Goddamn!” Chad said again. He was breathless and sweaty, stray drops of cum congealing on his flat belly.
“You’re all messy…” Rob said.
“You made a mess.”
“You’re blaming me?” Rob said. He stood up and wiped his face off. “If you want, you can take a shower before you leave.”
“Oh sweet, okay. I don’t really wanna walk out of here smelling of cum.”
Rob smiled. “Well, the bathroom is right down the hall. The one rule is that you have to let me shower with you. Do you share showers with your frat brothers?”
“Yeah…” His voice was thready and uncertain. Then he stood and chuckled, his voice suddenly deeper and more confident. “I guess I can do that. I got my nut off in a man’s mouth. I got paid to blow a wad.” He smiled like he had just realized all that. “So I can handle sharing a shower.”
“Excellent.” Rob grinned as he led Chad into the bathroom. This day, he thought, was turning out better than he had hoped.
But he didn’t think he was going to get any writing done.

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Servicing Alphas: Chapter Two

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy

Rob was expecting Lindsey Wilds to be a woman. He thought he was being all progressive and shit by calling the lady-electrician — something about Lindsey Wilds’ website made that seem like a good idea — Wilds Electric Work had good reviews on Yelp but not suspiciously good, and the website said they did work on weekends. Rob was pretty sure he had never seen a female electrician in person, nor in TV or movies, so it felt like a blow for female empowerment to hire Wilds Electric.
He had been without electricity for a camping trip for a weekend, and then came home to a house without electricity and a refrigerator full of rotten food. The whole place stank of fish because of the freezer going out — it actually didn’t smell bad until Rob opened up the fridge and freezer doors, and now nothing would make the smell go away.
So he had called Lindsey Wilds, expecting some rough-edged blue-collar woman. Rob cleaned his kitchen the best he could despite the smell and got ready to mop the floor before he was interrupted by the service van pulling into his driveway — Rob was staying at a female vacation property with no servants, so he had to do all the work himself. Rob went to his window expecting to see the Yelp-recommended female electrician.
But Yelp had not pointed out that Lindsey was a man, and it certainly didn’t inform Rob he was handsome. So Rob’s knees went weak when he saw him climb out of the service van. Rob had been assuming Lindsey was a woman for so long he continued to think this man was some sort of assistant. Even after the handsome man came to the door and Rob saw the name-tag sewn on his jumpsuit, Rob thought that they had switched jumpsuits as a joke.
And then, all at once, while Lindsey examined the fuse-box and the circuit breaker, Rob remembered that Lindsey was a gender-neutral name. He groaned at his mistake but also grinned: If he had known how handsome Lindsey Wilds was, he’d have hired him for sure.
Rob loved rough trade, the rougher the better. Lindsey seemed like an excellent, reachable target. He had that “will do anything” vibe that Rob had become an expert in identifying.
“The problem is that you got a bad barnhouse fuse, that’s what you call this right here. These old houses in the woods usually have them.” Lindsey kept going, explaining what he had found, but Rob zoned out. He was entranced by Lindsey’s strong jaw and luxurious black hair, which extended well past his shoulders.
He was Native American, Rob was fairly certain. Lindsey had dusky skin that was immaculately smooth, with deep-set eyes and broad shoulders. Rob wanted him so bad he could taste it. Lindsey’s jaw was strong and high, totally hairless, as was the part of his chest that Rob could see under the tight tee shirt he wore beneath his jumpsuit.
“Uh-huh.”
“So I’ll have to replace that. The barnhouse fuse’ll be four hundred dollars. The labor to replace it, that’ll be maybe another…” Lindsey paused and took a quick, sneaky look around the house. “Another four hundred, so like eight hundred total-“
“I have homeowner’s insurance,” Rob said. “They’ll cover it.” He grinned. It was obvious Lindsey had looked at Rob’s furnishings and decided to charge him a lot. Rob wasn’t surprised — he was, in fact, very wealthy. But that was why his dad had homeowner’s insurance. When you were rich, every plumber, electrician and handyman upped his rates to compensate. Rob didn’t have the time or wherewithal to negotiate with them, so his dad paid a homeowner’s insurance company to do it instead.
Lindsey furrowed his brow. “Fine. I will call them,” he said. Rob gave him his insurance card, and Lindsey stepped away to make a call. He returned quickly to say that they would call him back with an approval or not.
Rob cleared his throat. “Maybe we could pass the time somehow,” Rob said with a seductive smile. That bulge in Lindsey’s jumpsuit attracted his eye and made him giggle winsomely. “I was thinking… I could pay you an extra five hundred dollars for something-“
Lindsey’s face was dour, looking down on Rob as though he thought Rob should know how to do this stuff. “Your homeowner’s insurance will probably cover it, you don’t need to pay. They might not pay for the nice replacement barnhouse fuse, so it’ll probably blow out again in a year or so. You could pay the difference. You really get what you pay for, either a really cheap Mexican-made one that’ll last you a year or a nicer one made in Germany that’ll last a lifetime. You won’t need to pay five hundred dollars though, the difference between them is like a hundred bucks-“
“There’s no… American-made option?” Rob asked. He thought his seductive tone should be obvious, but Lindsey just shrugged like he didn’t notice. Rob’s eyes roamed up and down his body, checking out the bulge of his crotch in that electrician’s jumpsuit. He had a nice plump ass too, and his hands were just a bit gnarled and callused, with some scars perhaps from being shocked — Rob loved a nice pair of blue-collar hands, especially in this case because they were a stark contrast to the pristine look of Lindsey’s face and his unblemished skin everywhere other than his hands. Rob batted his eyes at Lindsey. “I was hoping for something American and solid and-“
Lindsey shrugged and went to the fusebox to point it out. “No, there’s no American manufacturer. The people who built this house used the Mexican kind, see? It says ‘Made in Mexico’-“
“No, I was offering you five hundred dollars to do-“
Lindsey pointed into the fusebox, his finger glancingly touching a bit of exposed wire with the end of his fingernail.
An explosion of sparks filled the air. Rob was just inches from Lindsey’s body, smelling the cheap deodorant covering up his masculine scent, and his heart nearly leapt into his throat. For just a moment, he thought Lindsey was so handsome he had exploded.
And then he realized it was the fuse-box. Lindsey collapsed to the ground and grunted, while sparks rained upon the carpet of Rob’s basement.
“Oh… Oh shit!” Rob ran to Lindsey, stopping himself at the last second so he didn’t touch him — he wasn’t sure if he was conducting electricity; Rob didn’t want to electrocute himself. Then Rob saw the sparks on the carpet triggering smoldering and flames. This house is about to burn down. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh… Shit… Fuck! Fire! Fire!” Rob yelled as though there were firemen within earshot. Stop panicking and do something!
This was all happening so fast, he thought, he couldn’t decide what to do. Help Lindsey and risk getting shocked? Put the fire out somehow? How could he put the fire out? Lindsey groaned and moved, so Rob knew he was still alive.
Rob darted into the bathroom, and, unable to find any other container, he grabbed the mop-bucket he had gotten ready with heavy-duty cleaning solvents in order to get that smell out of the kitchen. He wheeled it out into the den. He dumped the water over the floor, and it sizzled, putting out the fire before it got out of control.
Lindsey staggered to his feet. He looked dizzy, and his hair was frizzy, no longer laying perfectly straight behind him. The carpet now stank of mopwater — the water had been clean and soapy, in preparation for mopping upstairs, but the bucket itself stank of stale mopwater. So the entire basement reeked of soil and whatever muck clung to the mop-bucket.
“Oh god…”
“Are you okay?” Rob asked. It occurred to him only now that there was a fire-extinguisher on the patio, right outside, by the barbecue — that would have been quicker than the mop-bucket. He felt like an idiot; he went to all the trouble of buying a fire-extinguisher and then forgot about it when he needed it.
Lindsey nodded. He held up his hand to show that the fingers he had touched the fusebox with were scorched black. His arms and legs jittered. “I think… there is something else wrong besides the barnhouse fuse.” His cell phone chirped and he turned off the ringer. “That was your homeowner’s insurance, but the quote I asked them for no longer applies. I’m going to need to turn the electricity off here at the circuit breaker.”
“Yeah, sure, yeah,” Rob said. “Yeah. Cool.” He was still too exhilarated from the electrocution and near-fire to think about anything else, even Lindsey’s body.
“You were offering to hire me for something else before I touched the fusebox?” Lindsey said. He wrinkled his nose, the mop-bucket smell growing more intense by the moment.
“Yeah, stick me,” Rob said with a sigh. He looked at the carpet. “I’m going to have to get new carpet down here. This is nasty, it smells like a burnt dog-“
“Stick you?”
Rob nodded. “I could shampoo it, but that won’t get the scorch marks out. It was a nasty carpet to begin with.”
“You want to hire me to stick you?”
Rob looked up. He hadn’t mean to be so abrupt about it. He was so focused on what had just happened that it had all slipped out without thinking about it. “Yeah, uh… Sorry, I was… I just wanted to offer you five hundred dollars to cornhole me. Sorry. I usually am, uh… Sorry, I’m unfocused right now.”
Lindsey was silent for a long time. His face was expressionless except for the furrowing of his eyebrows. “You want to… cornhole me?”
“No! No, I’m a bottom, I want you to cornhole me.”
“Oh.” Lindsey shook his head. “No way. I’m not a pervert. I…” He sighed. “No.”
“Okay, cool, no problem, no biggie,” Rob said. He was disappointed, but rejection came with being into rough trade. Lindsey didn’t even look like he might haggle, so Rob didn’t offer more money. This day had turned out to be too stressful to worry much about that anyway, and Rob could always go to the biker bar if he got really horny; there was always someone there with a slab of meat Rob could swing on.
Lindsey just turned off the electricity for a few hours, and Rob played on his cell phone upstairs since he couldn’t really do much else without power. He had re-stocked the refrigerator and freezer, and now, he thought, it was all going to go bad again.
Around five o’clock, the electricity turned back on, Lindsey came upstairs and said he had fixed it — he hadn’t gotten to the barnhouse fuse, but he had fixed the main circuit breaker, and that meant the house could have working electricity for now. It would probably break within a week again, but by then, he’d have fixed the fuse so the circuit breaker didn’t get overloaded again.
Lindsey left, leaving Rob in the living room to watch his ass shake as he got in his van and drove off. Rob was disappointed, but that near-disaster earlier today had left him so shook up he didn’t think about it too much. Today could have gone much worse than simply not getting laid. Rob even thought about going out to one of his regular haunts — he could go to the biker bar, for example, where there was always some one up for a bit of fun.
He just didn’t feel like it though. That was another reason he hadn’t offered Lindsey more money. He had been reminded of his own mortality, and Rob couldn’t stop thinking of what it would be like to die from fire, electrocution or smoke. So he just stayed in for the night. Tomorrow, he thought, he’d find an electrician he could jack off. If not Lindsey, than someone else.
It was nearly midnight when he heard a knock on the door. Rob saw through the window that it was Lindsey, his tall, stately body tottering on unsteady legs. He was obviously drunk. He looked bleary-eyed and half-asleep.
“Hey, hi, Lindsey, what’s up? Are you okay?”
“I…” Lindsey burped and swayed as though the burp had knocked him off-balance. “I… I wh-whi-lllllll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll… I’ll lll lll lll ll lll…” He laughed at his own torrent of L-sounds. “Lllllllllllluh…”
“Lindsey, I-?”
“I’ll do it!” He blurted out. “The whole… uh…thing. Doin’ it. That… thing.” He pointed to his own crotch. “That.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it, but uh… you’re very drunk.”
He nodded. Then he launched into a long, incomprehensible drunken monologue. “Thass all I was… wassssh all at the… … sssssshump all ovuh…. … … There I ahhhhm! What issssssh it? I will do… what I, I am in the nnnnnnnnnnight, at that… Where I am.” He belched again and took a deep breath. He scrunched his eyes up. Then he over-enunciated with all the effort he could muster. “I. Am. Drunk. Enoughffffffff. Right. Now. To. Do. It. Diiiiick. Diiiiick.” He laughed at the word. “Diiiiiiiiiick.”
“Uh… no,” Rob said. “You’re way too drunk. You’d probably puke on me.”
“What? You — You — You — You — You offffffffffered, man, you sssshaid it, you-“
“Lindsey, I never said I’d do it any time no matter what. You’re much too drunk. Did you drive here?” He looked at the van, which had been parked slightly off the driveway, one wheel crushing Rob’s begonias. “Damn it, you are way too drunk to drive. You killed my begonias.”
“No I ammm… ammmmm… I am not!” he shouted triumphantly but then tripped over his own foot and leaned against the house for support.
“You’re too drunk to stand, you obviously can’t drive. Or anything else,” Rob said. Then he realized there was little point in trying to be polite and convince him of anything — he was too drunk to think and wouldn’t remember this tomorrow anyway. “Do you want to come in?”
“You willlllll… get me off?”
“No,” Rob said, but he motioned for Lindsey to come in.
Lindsey frowned and arduously stepped up into the house. He grunted and roared in frustration. “You ssssshaid you would!”
“No, I — Nevermind, just go lay down on the couch. I’ll jack you off in a minute,” Rob said. Lindsey flopped onto the couch, sighed, tried to undo his jeans but just fumbled for a few seconds before quitting. He murmured something about Rob taking his pants off, and then he was asleep. He snored loudly.
Rob sighed and took Lindsey’s shoes off, but nothing else — he didn’t want Lindsey to think Rob had touched him during the night. Rob then laid out a glass of water, some aspirin and a bowl to vomit in, before he went to bed by himself.
The house was quiet all night, Lindsey passed out cold and Rob sleeping soundly.
Rob awoke late, to the sound of water running in the kitchen. He crept out to see if Lindsey was alright.
He must have undressed in the night, Rob thought, because he wore nothing but a pair of boxer shorts now. His muscular torso gleamed. He was rinsing out that vomit bowl, and his hair was wet like he had taken a shower. A few drops of moisture remained on his golden-bronze back, which was broad, gleaming, curving as he flexed his shoulders muscles wiping out the bowl.
“You should not have let me in,” Lindsey said without turning around.
Rob blushed. Had it been obvious he was looking at Lindsey’s ass from behind?
“I would have been fine sleeping on the ground outside,” Lindsey said.
“Oh, well… Yeah, I guess that’d be fine,” Rob said. He shrugged. “Are you feeling okay?”
Lindsey nodded. “I do not get hungover.”
“Cool, cool,” Rob said with a nervous laugh. “Are you…?”
“Still going to cornhole you for money? Yes,” Lindsey said. He turned around and sighed. He dropped his boxer shorts, revealing a big uncut cock that he thwacked against his palm. “Five hundred dollars.”
Rob nodded and blushed. “Are you still going to fix the fusebox today too?”
“Yes. Hurry up and I will get to it today,” Lindsey said with a dramatic sigh like this was a big imposition for him. He scowled and Rob sunk to his knees in front of him. Lindsey grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the counter and lit one, pointedly glaring at Rob as though daring him to object. Rob didn’t mind that bad — the house already reeked of rotten food, mopwater and scorched carpet, so he could hardly complain about a little cigarette smoke.
Though Lindsey himself smelled clean, his cock was deliciously filthy. It reeked of cigarettes and beer — Rob suspected he had spilled beer on himself last night, or someone else did, and Lindsey’s shower today had been hungover, quick and focused more on his head and hair than on getting his whole body genuinely clean.

It was musty too, and it stayed semi-limp in Rob’s mouth for a couple minutes, presumably because Lindsey had been so drunk last night. He had beer-dick at first. Then Lindsey’s motionless body twitched, and he shifted his weight on his feet. His cock finally popped into full erection and throbbed in Rob’s throat.
Lindsey acted as though he wasn’t allowed to touch Rob’s head; his hands flailed and moving around at his side, while he pistoned his hips back and forth. Rob didn’t use his hands either, so he focused entirely on loosening up his throat. That way Lindsey could plow in and out, treating Rob’s throat as a tight pussy, without any need for hands.

“Ah, yes…” Lindsey closed his eyes. His broad chest muscles rippled, and then flexed all at once when Rob reached up to touch them — Lindsey was surprised; the girls he was with rarely did anything like that. This, he thought, was much better than he had predicted.
It wasn’t awkward at all, once he got past his initial inhibitions. Pleasure shot up his spine, and he forgot about the lingering pain in his hand from when he had been shocked. He put his arms behind his back, enjoying the challenge of ramming his cock down Rob’s throat completely hands-free.
“Are you ready to cornhole me?” Rob asked when he finally pulled off. He tasted precum on his tongue, salty and sunny, and a little beery too. It was strongly flavored but copious and watered, again presumably because of all the heavy-drinking last night.
“Yes,” Lindsey said. He tried to look nonchalant. He ran his fingers through his long hair, which shimmered — it was cleaner than it had been for awhile because he washed it very well in the shower this morning. He still felt just a bit queasy, but the more he did, the more his post-drunk mind cleared up.
He was glad Rob had refused him last night. Lindsey would have felt like a jerk if he had woken up today having passed out all over Rob’s bed. Plus, last night he would have been sloppy and probably wouldn’t even remember it today.
This felt good enough he didn’t want to forget. His eyes lit up at the sight of Rob’s bare ass. He had psyched himself up last night as he drank by thinking he could get through cornholing a man despite his ass being big and hairy and gross — but that had always been a worst-case scenario. Lindsey had known even before he started drinking that Rob was kind of girlish, almost as hairless as Lindsey, and not at all gross. He had simply prepared himself so much for the worst-case scenario that he had forgotten that was not the scenario he was in.
Rob’s ass was tight, his cheeks plump, pure white and unblemished like porcelain. Lindsey kneaded his flesh with one hand as he rubbed his dick in Rob’s asscrack. He just humped his hole at first, waiting for Rob to buckle and moan with desire.
“Oh god, stick it in me!” Rob panted, his ass tingling and begging. He needed it inside him. He couldn’t think about anything else. He lowered his head, lifted his ass and rammed it right back on Lindsey’s crotch, with one hand craned behind himself to guide it in.
Lindsey smirked. It felt good to not have to use his hands once again. He could just stand there and wait for his orgasm to come — it barely even counted, he thought, he was just standing here with an erection, and he was only here, he could always claim later, to fix the fusebox.
But as his orgasm approached, Lindsey found he didn’t want to stand there anymore, letting Rob do all the work. He wanted to plow.
He let out a simmering growl, bent his knees a bit and grabbed ahold of Rob’s side roughly. Rob winced and moaned with desire. Lindsey gripped him on both sides and rammed his ass back hard.
“Shit!” Rob cried out as pain and bliss flowed through him in equal measure. His ass rubbed against Lindsey’s crotch, and Lindsey started plowing into him repeatedly, using all his might to get deep in his ass.
Lindsey swayed his hips back and forth. He threw his head back, long wet hair dangling behind him. His chest muscles rippled and the veins in his neck popped against the surface. “Ah, goddamn…”
For a moment, Lindsey thought, it was like Rob disappeared, leaving behind just a tight hole that Lindsey could do with as he pleasure. He could demolish his ass, which was so moist and drippy that it was like sticking his dick in an ocean. Lindsey didn’t even realize he was already cumming — it felt so good he wasn’t aware of his own orgasm until it hit him like a punch to the head.
He howled and slapped Rob’s cheeks, the rippling of his flesh sending Lindsey to new heights of pleasure. He wasn’t even aware of Rob jacking himself off, onto the kitchen floor, at the same time. It was like nothing mattered but the intense pleasure coursing through Lindsey’s veins, little sparks of orgasmic energy flying across his field of vision. He had never experienced anything like it.
“Goddamn,” was all he said as he fell limp, flopping onto the ground on his ass. I wish women let me plow like that. He snorted and wiped sweat off his forehead. He had just showered, and now, he thought, he felt dirty again.
Rob was sprawled out on the floor. He had rarely been ramrodded so hard, and it was especially surprising in this case because Lindsey began so withdrawn and reserved. He had even refused first — Rob didn’t often experience a second-chance that went well.
Rob stood on sore legs as the phone on the counter buzzed. He glanced at it and handed it to Lindsey. Lindsey listened to a voice-mail, frowning, still sprawled out on the floor, his chest dappled with sweat.
“Bah,” Lindsey said, “Your homeowner’s insurance won’t cover anything to do with the barnhouse fuse. They want their own electrician to make sure you’ve been maintaining it. Which you haven’t been, so your insurance won’t cover it.”
“What maintenance?” Rob asked. He knew he was annoyed, he felt that annoyance in the back of his mind — what had been the point of buying homeowner’s insurance?!?!?! — but it all seemed distant and unimportant.
“You’re supposed to flip the circuit breaker on and off once a year. I could tell you never did it. No one ever does. These old houses with-“
“That’s bullshit…” Rob sighed. It was hard to get worked up about stuff when basking in post-orgasmic glow. He shrugged. “Fine. I’ll just pay for it. Will it take you all day?”
Lindsey smirked and nodded. “I might have to come back tomorrow,” he said. “And do even more work for you.”
Rob blushed before agreeing. “Well,” Rob said with a chuckle. “Go ahead and get started.”

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Servicing Alphas

Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down

Chapter Two: Sparks Fly

Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing

Chapter Four: The Black Thug

Chapter Five: The Cop Car

Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom

Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy