Thug's Night Off

“You sure can,” Vinny muttered. Just a few quick strokes of Tristan’s tongue made Vinny’s cock throb with lust again and he relaxed and leaned back on his arms. He liked this a lot better than talking. Tristan sucked on just the head, taking a little more of the shaft with each bob of his head, but mostly wetting the tip.
“Lean against the wall,” Tristan instructed and Vinny moved immediately to obey his lover. He didn’t ask questions when Tristan ushered him under the blanket and then disappeared under the sheets and between Vinny’s legs. Vinny didn’t ask questions of most of the people he let into his bedroom.

Hidden under the sheet, Tristan started sucking in earnest. Vinny lay his hand on Tristan’s head and closed his eyes just letting himself feel the wonderful pressure of thee other man’s tongue and lips around his cock. Even if Tristan couldn’t get all of his cock inside his mouth, most men couldn’t though sometimes Tristan managed, Tristan was great at giving head. A born cocksucker. He knew how to use his tongue and his lips and the ridges on the roof of his mouth, and his teeth, just a little. The room filled with the slurping sounds of Tristan attacking Vinny’s cock and Vinny’s occasional groans of arousal and approval.

The room grew quiet when Tristan pulled his mouth away and gave Vinny’s cock a long loving lick and crooned over the shaft. “God, it’s such a wonderful big cock.”

Vinny smiled. He loved to hear praises of his cock. Of it’s size and girth. Of it’s power. As he pushed Tristan back down on that “wonderful big cock”, Vinny permitted himself a minor fantasy. If something went wrong, Vinny wouldn’t shoot Tristan. He’d keep him in a private apartment somewhere. He’d keep him locked up and come home to him every night and let Tristan praise and suck and offer his tight ass up to be fucked by his wonderful big cock.

Tristan hollowed out his throat and took as much of Vinny’s cock as he could, diving slowly over the thick shaft. Vinny sucked in his own breath and stayed as still as possible. He didn’t want to think about anything else except the pleasure of the wet enfolding mouth and the throat around his prick. He relished in the warmth sucking around his shaft, the way Tristan’s lips thinned as they neared the root of Vinny’s cock. Tristan didn’t get it all in, but he got most of it and when he hummed, his voice reverberated around the thick tool stuffed in his mouth. Vinny shuddered from the pleasure. He liked that trick. He’d try that on Tristan sometime soon if he could remember.

With a gasping breath, Tristan pulled back off the long cock buried in his face. He continued sucking at just the tip, licking a circle around Vinny’s head.

Vinny was ready to fuck him, to spread that lube all over his cock and stuff it into Tristan’s tight ass, but he waited for Tristan to tell him what to do. Tristan continued to play with his cock, stroking it with his hand and just appreciating the sight of that massive tool close to his face. He darted out his tongue and licked at the root as he stroked. Vinny watched his shaft disappear in Tristan’s pale fist. Then it was Tristan’s face disappearing, sinking lower between Vinny’s legs. Vinny felt Tristan’s tongue washing his balls while his hand stroked harder and faster.

“Tristan,” Vinny groaned. He was about to warn Tristan that he would going to come if Tristan kept it up. He would wait for Tristan’s reaction and if Tristan kept going, kept stroking and licking, Vinny would try to express how much he really, really wanted to fuck him and hope that Tristan took the hint and let him. Maybe he’d say something like, “don’t you want that big cock up your ass?” Was that sexy or just… porny?
As he took a breath to speak, he heard Mr. G.’s footsteps on the stair again. “Fuck.”

Tristan lifted his head and his hand stopped stroking, left holding Vinny’s prick in front of his pretty face. “Is he coming back?”
Vinny pulled the blanket over both of them and lifted his knees to hide Tristan’s body. As he turned the t.v. back on, he said, “Just stay quiet. Don’t mess around down there, okay?”
“Don’t mess around?” Tristan smirked. “Sure, boss.”

Vinny gave him a chastising look, but dropped the blanket as Mr G. banged through the door. As he was asking what was up, Mr. G. Started to speak.
“It’s that he’s a fag,” Mr. G. said, spreading his arms and sitting down in the arm chair directly next to the stairway which had been placed there specifically for this purpose. “It bothers me. It bothers me that a man who would get on his knees and suck my cock if I let him is making so much money on my front.”

Vinny lifted the remote to turn off the t.v. Tristan took that particular moment to pop Vinny’s cock back into his mouth and suck gently, silently. Vinny turned the t.v. down instead and trembled. He could feel a rush of heat to his face and wondered if Mr. G. noticed how much he was sweating.

“Fuckin’ fag,” Mr. G. said. “And not like you. Not like a man who wants to fuck other men. Not like it’s any of my business what you do in the privacy of your own bedroom.”
Vinny kept his face stony, resisting the urge to scoff, resisting the urge to throw the blanket back and reveal the man beneath the sheets. He thought about that would look like. Tristan’s muscular ass and thighs drawn taut from the way he was lying down, his pretty face buried in Vinny’s crotch, swallowing down his cock.

“I mean a real Grade-A, Judy-Garland-loving,rainbow-flag-toting, limp-wristed fag.” Mr. G. went on.
Tristan grabbed at Vinny’s balls and squeezed. His grip was anything but limp. He went on practicing deep-throating Vinny.
“You know what I mean, Vinny?” Mr. G. said. “Not that he’s a fag. But that he’s that kind of fag, you know?”

Vinny could tell he was not expected to reply to this statement by the way Mr. G. continued to flail his arms. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to answer not with Tristan’s fist around his balls and his mouth working so hard at his cock, silent as could be testing Vinny’s control.

Mr. G. shot to his feet and imitated Tristan. The camp and flair was not that far removed. “It’s pronounce vee-gan not veg-an, Mr. Gianni. You have to reduce shrinkage, Mr. Gianni. No not that kind, Joe, you silly! It’s a fancy retail word for theft.”
“You nailed him, boss.” Vinny snorted amused. Tristan bit him, playfully hurting him.
“And why’s he gotta use full names? Who does that?”Mr. G. stood and pointed directly at Vinny, trembling with passion, but without malice, “And not just running the front, Vinny, but a thriving front. His god-damned cafe’ is making more money than some of my guys on the street. If I didn’t own the front, I’d charge him protection.”

Tristan’s mouth retreated from his surprise and Vinny felt Tristan lay his head down between his legs to listen. Vinny shrugged, “So what? He’s self-sustaining.”
“Self-sustaining.” Mr. G. snorted. “I could self- sustain my girlfriend on the money he brings in.”
Vinny said, “I think you’re underestimating Sheryl.”

Mr. G. didn’t catch the joke. “Who knew a front could make a profit? I mean a good profit? You ever run a front that made a profit?”
“Never ran a front.” Vinny said.
“Anyways, that’s it.” Mr. G. sat down again and crossed his arms.

Vinny tried hard to think of an answer. Even if he was not distracted by the man between his legs or afraid of the man brooding in his room, he wasn’t that quick. He wasn’t a problem solver. He was the forceful solution to problems.
“You got nothing to say?” Mr. G. demanded.
“I think…” Vinny felt that was his first mistake. “It’s kinda pointless, you know, Mr. G.”
“Pointless?” Mr. G. repeated, mulling over the word. “Pointless.”

“I mean, Grade-A fag, whatever, he’s running a good front, making a profit, not causing us trouble.” Vinny shrugged. “What’s the problem? Is there a tax thing?”
“A tax thing?” Mr. G. scowled at him.
“You know, like a problem with a front that makes money. I don’t know…”

“You’re right you don’t know. And you know what’s pointless, me having this conversation with you. And you know what else is pointless, me getting worked up over a Grade-A fag running a good front and making a problem and not causing us trouble. Pointless.”
Mr. G. turned towards the stair. “Good talk, Vinny.”
“Good night, boss,” Vinny said.

As he stepped into the stairway, Mr. G. peered into the room. “That’s a weird pair of shorts, Vinny. That underwear or what?”
Vinny glanced over to the biking shorts on the floor and swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
“Well, Christ, put it in the hamper. No one wants to see that!” The door shut.
Vinny held Tristan down when he tried to sit up.

Sure enough, Mr. G. opened it back up and leaned into the room. “How the hell do you fit into a pair of shorts that little, Vinny? They’re the size of your hand.”
After a leisure glance at Tristan’s shorts, Vinny shrugged and said, “it’s a stretchy fabric. They’re comfy.”
“Whatever.” Mr. G. shut the door again, this time muttering to himself as he climbed the stairs. “Fucking fags.”

When the door at the top of the stairs shut, Vinny pulled back the blanket and said apologetically to Tristan, “Sorry about that. He doesn’t usually-”
“First off, I can’t stand Judy Garland.” Tristan said and as he did he moved forward just enough for Vinny’s cock to brush against his cheek. “I want that clear. Judy Garland is over-rated.”
Vinny shrugged. “I don’t know her.”
“Really?” Tristan drew back, surprised. “Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.”

Without any other prompting, Tristan returned to sucking Vinny’s cock. He dove far down and this time managed to swallow the whole thing root to tip. Vinny grunted and held his hair, stunned by the pleasure and the suddenness of it.
Tristan sucked particularly hard and Vinny groaned again. Tristan’s mouth and tongue receded, still circling and washing his cock.
Vinny rubbed his neck and shoulders. “Baby, that feels so good.”

“Course it does.” Tristan gave his balls a light squeeze and looked up Vinny’s naked body and hairy chest through half lowered eyes. He asked. “Should I make you come, Vincent? Make you come and then steal away into the night and bike home before your boss comes back?”

Vinny didn’t know how to answer. He really wanted to fuck Tristan, but that might have been the best option at the moment. “Uh…I’d rather, um… whatever you like, baby. I’m easy.”
Tristan laughed at that and pulled the blanket up and around his shoulder and rose onto his knees, spreading his legs wide. His thin, long cock stood straight out towards Vinny, rock solid and swinging. “Can you hand me my lotion and slide on a condom?”

Vinny’s mouth went a little dry and he dove towards the dresser drawer to pull out a condom and hand the fancy lotion bottle to Tristan. While Vinny opened the condom and rolled it over his cock, Tristan hummed a funny little tune and moved his hips like one of those girls in the strip clubs. He pumped the lotion into his hands and then oiled up his pucker. When Vinny has the condom firmly in place, he took over, gently massaging and poking his finger inside again and spreading until Tristan was slick.

Tristan smiled down at him and Vinny couldn’t tell if it was pleasure because of what Vinny was doing or a patronizing kind of grin. He decided it didn’t matter when Tristan stroked his sheathed cock with the lube and then drizzled more onto the big tip straining in the plastic. Vinny could feel the warmth and his cock pulsed inside the condom, impossibly hard, straining to be inside that ass. Vinny was desperate. If Tristan kept teasing him with this lotion business, Vinny was going to grab him, roll him onto his back and stuff his cock inside without any warning or gentleness. Just pin him down and fuck the ever-loving shit out of him.

As if he could read Vinny’s thoughts, Tristan capped the lotion and put it back on the dresser. He rubbed his slick hands through Vinny’s hair chest. He pushed down on Vinny’s legs and when Vinny lowered his knees, Tristan straddled his lover’s waist. He reached behind him at once to grab Vinny’s cock.

Vinny lifted his hands to lovingly cup Tristan’s ass. He loved this ass and he didn’t want to hurt it. Didn’t ever want to force his way in. Didn’t ever want to fuck the ever-loving shit out of him. He wanted to bring Tristan pleasure and fuck him gently. Vinny spread his lover’s cheeks with his thumbs and helped as Tristan guided the head to the entrance of his ass.

Tristan eased down carefully impaling himself on Vinny’s rod, gritting his teeth from the pain. Vinny held his ass and rubbed supporting his speed. “That’s it, baby. Take it slow. Take it all nice and slow.”
His lover’s answer was a grunting wince. Then he smiled and licked his lips. “You’re just soooo big, Vincent.”

Vinny grinned. If he knew anything about Tristan is was the he was a slave for a big cock. He could complain about it all he wanted right now, but in a few minutes, once he adjusted to the girth inside him, Tristan would be begging for his cock, throwing his ass on it without mercy. Then Vinny could fuck the ever-loving shit out of him.

Tristan moaned with pleasure when his pelvis settled firmly on Vinny’s hips and he had take him all. He rolled forward and back, rubbing Vinny’s balls with the inside of his thighs, sucking Vinny’s shaft inside his ass. And Vinny breathed hard from the effort it took to hold still with that tight ass crowning him, the effort it took to not start thrusting up into him, to hold his hips steady.

When Tristan moved, beginning to rise, forcing Vinny’s cock to abandon it’s warm tight home, Vinny helped. He rubbed Tristan’s cheeks and thigh, pressed his pelvis down. Just the tip was buried inside Tristan now and then just as slowly, Tristan sank back down on the raging tip. Vinny let out a groan and felt a swell of lust because Tristan let out a moan at the same time.

Vinny took his lover’s cock in his hand. The long thin shaft dripped with precum and Vinny bathed his hand in the sticky stuff to make his palm slick. As he began to stroke, Tristan rode him a little faster. His ass was reluctant to let Vinny’s big tool slide in and out, but Tristan kept on slamming up and down.

“Oh, that’s it, baby. Ride that pole.” Vinny encouraged, without thinking about what he was saying. He lay back against the wall, groaning at the overwhelming pleasure.
“Yeehaw” Tristan chuckled and ran his hands through Vinny’s chest hair again, finding his nipples and toying with them.

Tristan moved faster and pushed Vinny’s cock deeper. To help him, Vinny held onto Tristan’s waist and started thrusting upward. The bed began to creep with their movement. The room filled with the sound of Vinny’s grunts and Tristan’s moans, their fast breaths.
Neither of them heard Mr. G. coming down the stairs until the very last second. Vinny had just enough time to take the blanket on Tristan’s shoulder and pull it over his head before the door swung open. Tristan, in trying to untangle their bodies and hide beside Vinny again, ended up with his ass in the air and his back bowed. He froze because the door opened and Vinny held him still.

“You know what else?” At the edge of the blanket, Vinny could see Mr. G. squinting at him in the darkness. There was no way he could not tell there was two men under that blanket. “Vinny, what the hell are you doing?”
“Uh,” Vinny looked up into Tristan’s face which was blank with terror. “It’s a yoga pose.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Vinny heard Mr. G. slap a hand over his eyes and he took the opportunity to roll onto his side and drag Tristan with him. However, Tristan didn’t quite follow what was happening and after flailing a moment, ended up falling out of the bed. He landed with a softer thud than Vinny expected then stayed down.
“What the fuck, Vinny?”