Welcome back. I've working under a serious time crunch here, so we got nothing fancy this week. I hope you enjoy this little flash piece. Have a great weekend!
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BAD
by Tucker McCallahan
A twenty-ounce Mountain Dew sat beside my feet. Three or four other guys in wife beaters and
long shorts lounged around me on the stoop of 746, drinking forties, smoking
cigarettes, and generally looking like lazy thugs. Old school Public Enemy
blasted from a random phone. My head bobbed to the hardcore beat. Couple of the
regulars showed up and I took care of them with the easy slide. I was in the
middle of a text to Shane telling him to shuffle his ass my direction and take
over for me when I looked up.
I deleted the text.
One of my dudes stopped the kid ten feet in front of the
stoop. I read the body language going on and knew he was telling the kid to
take off.
"It's cool, bro." My words didn't carry over
"Fight the Power." I raised my voice and repeated myself, adding,
"I know him."
"Smell like bacon, yo."
I grabbed my soda and stood up.
"He's aight."
I left the comfort and safety of the stoop and approached
the kid. I didn't know him, but I knew the look. I could practically smell the
desperation. I held my hand out and the kid stared at it for the longest second
ever. He finally reached out and slapped my palm. I gripped his fingers before
he could pull them away and yanked him toward me for a shoulder-bump-back-slap.
"Long time, man. Let's talk."
I shoved one hand in my pocket and headed around the side of
the building. I didn't check to see if the kid followed me; I could feel him.
Two massive dumpsters sat cockeyed up against the peeling paint of 746 about
halfway down the alley. I turned sideways and dipped between them. Normally I
would've tapped one of the dumpsters to make sure the spot was unoccupied, but
I'd been out all day. I already know nobody was back here getting off.
I slid sideways and leaned up against the naked brick. The
kid stood in front of me, his face telegraphing his nervousness. I set my soda
on one of the three plastic crates among the used condoms, rubber gloves, dirty
needles, balloons, and wadded-up bags scattered all over the concrete. Hooking
another crate with my foot, I dragged it over in front of me, and then grabbed
some serious eye contact with the kid.
"Who?"
"Jamie. Uh, he goes by Lil J?"
"I know him." I motioned to the crate in front of
me. "Cop a squat."
"I really need–"
"I know what you need. Question is whether you can pay
for it."
He fidgeted, eyes skipping around the ground.
"Look at me, kid."
His eyes snapped back up to my face; they were blue like
summer pool water. I bet he'd been a looker before he got strung out. His face
was all hard planes and sharp edges, fined down from more dope than food. But
his skin was the golden brown of the toasted cheese that came on the top of a
bowl of French onion soup, and I had no doubt he'd be just as delicious.
"You got no cash, right?"
He shook his head and shivered. His nose was running. He was
gonna be in a real bad state three-four hours from now.
"So it's your thing. Pay in trade or break out."
He said nothing, but reached for me. I brushed his hands
aside. In exactly three seconds I had my dick exposed and in my hand, stroking
slow. Usually I amped up with my eyes closed, my head filled with the visual of
sliding between my last boyfriend's full, moist lips. But this kid hit some
kind of nerve, and just staring at his dark eyelashes fluttering at he gazed up
at me turned me so solid I had to stop.
He licked his lips and leaned in, but I retreated.
"Chill baby."
I slid a condom from my pocket and rolled it on. I treated
everybody like they were infected with Ebola. Last thing I needed was my dick
rotting off. He stared at me like I'd done some incredibly sweet thing. I
wasn't sure if his gratitude was because I'd called him baby or because I didn't
intend to make him swallow. Didn't really matter either way. Another stroke or
two over the latex and the show was all him.
And he was perfect.
Those dark eyelashes fluttered again as he engulfed the head
of my dick. The heat of his mouth was fucking fantastic, and I put my hands
behind my head so I wouldn't be tempted to touch him. His hands fisted the
heavy denim of my shorts, drawing the material snug across my ass. I didn't expect
that sensation and groaned. When he yanked my hips forward and used his grip on
my clothes to fuck me deeper into his throat, I gave up hope of making it last.
He worked me like a machine. Several more deep thrusts and I came hard.
If my hands hadn't been behind my head, I would've slammed
it into the brick wall.
As it was, I scuffed my knuckles and didn't care in the
slightest.
Kid drew off nice and slow, his tongue tracing all the way
up my dick. Then he sat back and let me deal with the condom. I dropped it and
tucked up, fixing my shorts. As I did, I reached into the little pocket inside
and pulled out a bundle.
"What do you need?"
Those pretty blue eyes flicked from me to the dope and back.
"One to get well, one to get off."
I counted three off and held them up, pulling my hand back
as soon as he reached for them.
"The third's yours…if you tell me your name–your real
name–not some street shit."
"It's Aaron."
I handed over his dope.
"Da'Von."
He pocketed his stash and turned to go.
"Ain't gonna get right here?"
He turned back, his face a picture of disgust as he shook
his head. I cocked my head, considering.
"I'm 'bout ready to bounce. You wanna hang for
five?"
He briefly considered a proposition I hadn't made to another
customer, ever. Finally he pulled a bag from his pocket. With easy proficiency,
he opened it, slipped a pinkie in, and brought a taste up to his nose, inhaling
hard. Then he closed the bag and made it disappear.
"I can hang…if that's what you want."
Those long black eyelashes fluttered and I was totally lost.
I nodded and pulled my phone out to send that text to Shane. We squeezed
through the space and headed for the stoop.
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