CHAPTER 12
“Do you think they made us?” Helio sat on the sofa in his boxers and a tank top, legs apart as he leaned over the coffee table, cutting a line of coke with a razor blade.
His short, dirty-blond hair was always mussed from his habit of raking his fingers through it every few minutes. The messy look worked for him.
“Probably.” Chaz plopped down next to him, shirtless, wearing only his jeans and barefoot. “I would’ve got ‘em all if not for that fucking kid.”
"Do you think they’ll come after us?” Helio asked, creating two thin lines of coke on the glass table. He rolled a twenty-dollar bill, snorted one line quickly, sniffed deeply, wiped his nose, cleared his throat, and then handed the “straw” to Chaz.
“Risk ruffling Lazarus’s feathers?” Chaz smirked.
“Not likely.” He leaned forward, snorted the second line of coke, then straightened, sniffing a couple of times.
“Set up another line,” he said, then left the sofa.
He walked into the small kitchen, returned with a bottle of Wild Turkey, sat down, and chugged the liquor.
“Think the boss will get pissed if he finds out?” Helio dumped a small mound of the powder onto the table, cut it a few times, then set up two more lines.
Chaz pfted. “He don’t give two shits about street dealers.” He stuffed the rolled bill into his nostril, snorted the drug, then passed the straw back to Helio as he straightened up, sniffing deeply. He rubbed his nose and took another swig of Wild Turkey.
It didn’t take long to feel the effects of the drug.
Chaz looked at Helio, slouched back against the sofa, arms curled over the back, eyes heavy with the high.
Chaz’s gaze drifted to Helio’s crotch, where a raging hard-on tented his boxers.
Chaz’s jeans were growing tight, too. He loved Coke—it kept him hard for hours.
Usually, he and Helio had plenty of pussy around when they snorted Coke, fucking all night and often losing track of how many girls they dicked.
Tonight, there wasn’t any pussy, but Chaz still needed to fuck.
It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked Helio.
Sometimes they stayed home—like tonight—snorted Coke, and screwed each other’s brains out.
Chaz hadn’t told Helio, but he kind of liked fucking him more than chicks. Maybe Helio liked it better, too.
He slid his hand along Helio’s thigh and into his crotch. Helio smiled and groaned. He shifted his hips as Chaz slipped his hand inside one leg of his boxers and grabbed his hard dick, squeezing and pumping.
“Fuck…” Helio’s smile stretched into a lazy grin. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock through Chaz’s fist. Chaz worked him faster until Helio was bouncing his ass against the sofa cushions and then blew his load into his shorts. A hard shudder ripped through him, and he grunted, breathing hard.
Chaz chuckled and stroked his still-erect cock, using Helio’s cum as lube.
He pulled his hand out and stood up, unfastening his jeans.
He shoved down the front, and his thick, stiff cock flopped out.
Helio sat forward, grabbed his meat, and swallowed it in one go.
Chaz grunted and pumped his hips, sliding his dick into Helio’s throat.
He grabbed a fistful of his dirty blond strands and rocked his friend’s mouth on his cock.
“Fuck… yeah…” Chaz craned his head back, eyes half-closing, as he fucked Helio’s hot mouth.
Helio sucked him like a straw, moaning, groaning, and gulping as his saliva mixed with precum.
The sounds he made were like an extra dose of Coke to his system, and his cock stretched deeper into the man’s flexing throat.
“Fuuuck…” Chaz grabbed his hair with both hands and fucked him faster, pushing his thick cock all the way in, the engorged root stretching Helio’s jaw as it squeezed between his lips.
Helio rarely gagged, and even when he did, he kept sucking.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” Chaz panted, stuffing Helio’s throat with his throbbing cock.
“Uuuhhh… fuck… here it cums… uuuhhh!!” His hips jerked forward, and his massive load shot down Helio’s throat.
Chaz shuddered when he felt the man’s throat muscles flexed around his cockhead while he swallowed his cum.
Chaz grunted and released a few more squirts.
Helio groaned and sucked him eagerly, running his mouth up and down his pulsing shaft, cum and saliva dripping from his lips.
Helio pulled off him with a wet pop, sucked the concoction from his lips, and grinned up at Chaz. “We should shoot more people,” he panted, still on his knees as Chaz’s dick bobbed in his face, his erection holding. “Makes you hornier.”
“Fuck, yeah, it does.” Chaz dragged Helio off his knees and shoved him face-first over the back of the sofa, yanking his boxers down. He spit in his hand, slicked his cock, placed one foot on the cushion, and shoved his cock into Helio’s tight hole.
“Uh!” Helio bit the back cushion and grunted. “Fuck, you have a big dick.”
“Mm-hm.” Chaz shoved in deeper, wrenching another grunt from Helio.
“You like it, though, don’t you? This big ole hunk of meat in your ass.
Bet you like it better than fucking pussy, huh?
” Chaz thrust hard a few times, making Helio gasp.
He grabbed the man’s slick, sweaty hips and pumped his ass with long, deep strokes, using every inch of his big dick.
“Holy fuck…” Helio shoved his face into the sofa’s back, fingers digging into the cushions. “I do,” he rasped. “I fucking do.”
Chaz grinned, a rush of satisfaction warming his blood; he wasn’t the only one who would rather have cock than pussy.
He just needed to hear Helio say it. Hearing it made him want to fuck even harder.
Chaz gouged Helio’s slick hips and went to town, pounding his ass, his pelvis smacking Helio’s soft cheeks. “Huh-huh-uuhh!!”
Helio gasped and grunted, clawing at the sofa, vigorously thrusting his ass onto Chaz’s cock.
Their fucking rocked the sofa back and forth, its short wooden legs clunking against the hard floor.
Chaz grinned, his face wet with sweat and hot as hell, his heavy balls slapping Helio’s swinging sack.
Helio whimpered and dropped one hand, grabbing his own dick, which smacked his stomach.
He jerked off wildly, guttural sounds rolling up his throat.
In no time, he blew his wad onto the sofa.
Chaz was right there with him, a hard snap of his hips, and he filled him with cum.
His dick stayed hard, so Chaz kept fucking a little longer, his cock squishing wetly through his own cum and making a suctioning sound in Helio’s ass.
Helio clutched the back of the sofa and rode his dick, his erection bumping his belly.
Growing tired, Chaz pulled out and fell onto the sofa, wheezing. Helio twisted around and plopped down next to him, breathing hard. They grinned at each other, then wrapped their hands around the other’s cock and stroked.
“Fuck…” Chaz panted, a huge grin on his face. “I fucking love Coke.”
“Me, too.” Helio rolled his palm around the head of Chaz’s cock, making Chaz shiver all over.
“Keep doing that,” he groaned. “It feels fucking good.”
Helio smirked and worked the tip of Chaz’s dick more fervently, his fingertips massaging the piss slit. Chaz twitched and spasmed, his hips jerking. He swore he was ready to blast off again when someone knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” he drawled through his drug haze, waving his free hand at the door. “Come in and join the party.” The door opened, and Chaz grinned as another surge of blood shot straight to his cock. “M’Lord.” God, the man was fucking hot. His rigid, badass persona made him even hotter.
Lord stood in the open doorway, looking slightly disgusted at the display before him. “The boss wants to speak to you both.”
Chaz rolled his head to the side and smiled lazily at the man as he kept jerking Helio’s cock.
“Come on,” Chaz cooed. “Join us. Let your hair down for once.” He snickered because the man was bald.
Was he bald down there, too? Chaz desperately wanted to know.
“Rumor has it you’re diddling the boss. You like dick, we like dick. Let’s dick around together, huh?”
“Get dressed,” Lord ordered.
“Aw, come on,” Chaz coaxed, holding out his hand to the man. “Betcha got an anaconda in your shorts.” He looked down, his grin spreading. “Me, too!” He flashed a flirty smile. “We could take turns drilling Helio with our big dicks. Whadya say?”
Helio leaned over and licked Chaz’s cock, his eyes rolling up at Lord. “I say, fuck yeah.”
Chaz’s heart skipped as Lord walked toward them.
Holy fuck, he’s gonna do it! Chaz’s cock swelled in Helio’s hand.
As the man approached, Chaz scooted forward and rubbed his palms up Lord’s muscular thighs, his thumbs rolling over the natural bulge in his pants.
“Mmm.” He started to open Lord’s fly, then squawked in pain when the man grabbed his wrist and twisted his hand until it nearly snapped off.
“I said,” Lord growled. “Get dressed.”
Chaz cried out as the man twisted his hand harder, and he fell off the sofa to his knees. “Okay. Okay!” Lord released him, and Chaz fell against the couch, massaging his wrist. “Fuck, dude.”
“Now,” Lord demanded as his hand came to rest on his sidearm.
“All right. All right.” The two men scrambled for their clothes.
Through his coked-out haze, an uneasiness settled in Chaz’s gut. Why would the boss want to speak with them?