9. Diesel
9
DIESEL
I t was just after midnight, and Diesel was no closer to falling asleep than he was when they first arrived. His skin felt antsy, and his mind was running a mile a minute. Not to mention his dick was dying for some attention.
Fuck it.
Diesel hopped off his bed and quickly changed into a fresh T-shirt. He had showered two hours ago, but for some reason, lying in this house made him feel… dirty .
God, Matteo has turned you into some kind of princess .
Fuck that nonsense.
Would you like some scented candles and perhaps some Michael Bublé music as well? Whatever happened to that tough-as-fuck prick who slept in his car and beat on three guys at once? When was the last time you even got in a fight? You’re going soft.
Was he going soft? Was he getting too comfortable with Matteo’s life of luxury? He was leaving himself vulnerable again. What was going to happen when it all came crashing down, and Matteo eventually asked him to leave? He wasn’t going to be a hot piece of ass forever.
Creeping across the ratty floorboards, Diesel listened against his bedroom door before opening it.
Silence.
Chase and Jared must be asleep in the basement already. Diesel smirked.
Mistake number one: don’t place the troublemaker on a floor alone with easy access to the front door and no supervision. It was like Chase was begging for him to sneak out.
Was it really sneaking out when you were twenty-five?
But he still lived at home with a “dad” and basically roommates. Granted, the house was a fucking castle, but still, it wasn’t his, and he couldn’t claim to be an adult. He could barely manage his own finances.
Closing the front door behind him, he began jogging down the road, searching for the nearest pub or club—any place that served alcohol and contained horny men or women. Actually, preferably, horny men. Men were more likely than women to spend the night buying him drinks, and, let’s face it, he wasn’t rolling in funds. Hopefully, he could find a nice, generous man to buy him a few drinks, then swallow his cock in the men’s room.
It didn’t take him long to find a dingy English pub with low lighting and a crooked sign hanging out front.
It was the perfect dive bar.
Once inside, he glanced around, looking for a potential mark or at least someone cute enough to fuck.
It didn’t take him long.
Sitting at the bar, playing with a pint, was an elderly gentleman wearing a charcoal tweed blazer and a light-gray flat cap. The man was who you might picture having a beer at a local pub after a long day at work.
Adjusting his black hoodie, Diesel walked over to the bar and slid onto the empty stool right next to the smiling Englishman.
“How’s your night going?” Diesel asked, leaning in closer to him.
He watched as the man’s eyes dilated, and it suddenly became hard for the man to swallow.
Wow, looks like my guess was right , Diesel thought to himself, recognizing a man in lust the moment their eyes connected.
“I’ve been working construction all day and thought I’d stop in for a quick beer before I head home for the night. Anything worth drinking?” Over the years, Diesel had mastered the art of smooth-talking and getting what he wanted from men. The key was to find a mark who was quiet and willing to offer you the moon in return for some affection. Tonight was this tweed man’s lucky night!
Looking nervous as hell, the man nodded to the bartender and ordered Diesel a beer.
“So, what does a sexy stud like you do for a living?” Diesel asked, giving the man one of his dangerous smirks and sliding his hand discreetly up the man’s inner thigh.
“Umm…” the flustered man uttered, trying not to draw attention to himself and the fifty shades of red he was turning.
This guy was going to be too easy.
An hour and a half later and four whiskeys and two beers in, Diesel was feeling buzzed. It felt good to be free of his chains and not have his parole officer monitoring his every move.
Judging by the few remaining patrons in the pub, it was probably getting close to last call. Time to get his balls drained.
Placing his hand on the gentleman’s lap, he began rubbing circles on his inner thigh.
The man swallowed hard, looking scared and uneasy.
Was this the man’s first time with a guy?
“So, how about we head into the loo and get better acquainted?” Diesel whispered into his ear, paying no attention to the bartender washing glasses at the far end of the bar.
“Umm. I… I think I better just head home.” The man quickly stood and dropped a handful of cash on the bar.
There were fifties and twenties all rolled together. The man didn’t even take the time to double-check that he was dropping the right amount of cash on the bar.
Before Diesel had a chance to speak, the man was scurrying out of the bar.
Well, that was new. Usually, guys couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough when he asked. Was he losing his touch?
The sound of someone stifling a chuckle echoed across the bar.
Diesel turned, ready to tell whoever it was off, but stopped when he caught sight of the offending young man.
“That was painful to watch,” the mystery man noted. “Didn’t take you for the type of guy who enjoyed draining old-man nutsacks.”
Diesel’s face heated. Who the fuck was this dude, and why was he all up in his business?
“I don’t recall ever asking for your opinion.” Shaking his head, Diesel downed the last of his whiskey and slid the empty glass toward the bartender.
“No. But it’s still painful to watch a strapping young dude spend his evening pimping himself out just so he can get a guy to buy him some alcohol.”
“Still don’t recall giving a shit what you think.”
Another smirk. The man was handsome in that rough trade-boy kind of way. He probably worked construction and plowed his girlfriend every other day.
“You want to know the most painful part?” he asked, leaning even closer to Diesel.
The man was sitting two chairs away, just far enough that Diesel couldn’t run his hands across the dude’s short black hair and far enough that the bartender couldn’t overhear their conversation.
Run his hands across? What was he thinking? Perhaps he was hornier than he thought.
Although, the dude did have a nice buzz cut, freshly buzzed, as opposed to his facial hair that looked like it hadn’t been clipped in at least three days.
Strangely, he found himself wondering how the man’s scruff would feel up against his hole as he ate his ass out for hours.
Yeah, the dude looked like he enjoyed eating ass. Probably enjoyed it when a woman sat on his face and demanded that he service her.
Fuck. He needed to get his balls drained. It had been almost two weeks since he busted a nut. Having Matteo around him constantly tended to be a boner killer. Don’t get him wrong, Matteo was a good-looking man but not boner-making material in his books.
This dude sitting next to him? Yeah, he wouldn’t mind shoving his face down in the dirt as he laid claim to his tight firm ass. The dude would probably squeal like a pig.
He wondered how much whiskey it would take to make the guy… question…
“So? Do you want to know?” the man asked again, reminding Diesel that his lips were moving and that air was coming out of his mouth.
“Sure, entertain me.”
“The most painful part had to be watching you get shot down by a horny old geezer.” The man chuckled. He actually fucking chuckled.
Fuck this dude.
Diesel leaned back in his chair and grabbed a handful of his already hard cock.
“The poor guy probably realized that he didn’t have the gag reflexes to take all this meat,” Diesel said, giving the man the cockiest grin he could muster. Nobody talks down to him. Not ever.
“Yeah, deepthroating takes years to master and talent to achieve. Nine’s my best record,” the man said, tossing a twenty on the bar and standing up from his stool. “Enjoy your evening.”
What? Nine? Inches? Was the man saying…?
Confusion and uncertainty flooded Diesel’s mind. What was the dude getting at?
He felt a hand tap him on the back as the mystery man walked past him and out the back door of the bar.
What the…? Was he hitting on him?
Diesel sat there watching the back door to the pub close as he tried to figure out what the fuck just happened.
Was the dude gay? Bi? Teasing him? Or was he being set up to get gay-bashed?
Fuck it. What was the likelihood of him getting attacked when he walked outside?
He hopped off the stool, hoping that his dick wasn’t leading him to trouble and headed toward the back door.
Outside, the parking lot was dark, save for two overhead lamps that helped patrons find their cars if they chose to drive.
Diesel looked around the lot, wondering where the tattooed, confusing straight dude disappeared to. Then he saw the red glow of a cigarette being inhaled.
Throwing his hoodie over his head, he moseyed over to where the guy was leaning against a dumpster. He was in no rush. The dude could wait for him.
“Usually, my tricks have a smoke after they’ve sucked my dick,” Diesel explained with all the confidence in the world.
Eyes trailing down to Diesel’s package, the man gave a smirk. “Is that so?”
Yeah, this was happening. The dude was sizing him up, probably wondering how much of his raw meat he could actually fit down that pesky throat of his.
It was time to see if the man was all talk.
Stepping forward, Diesel popped open his jeans and slid down his zipper until the thickness of his package was exposed to the night air.
“Hmm, looks like it might be worth my time,” the cocky bastard supposed, tossing his smoke over his shoulder and dropping to his knees.
Grabbing onto the back of the man’s head, Diesel guided him toward his throbbing hard cock. This wasn’t going to take long. He was so fucking horny already. It had been too long since he blew his load.
Cool air touched his thighs as the scruffy, straight dude in front of him pulled his underwear down around his thighs. He let out a moan when Diesel’s cock flopped out and smacked him in the face.
Take that, you cocky bastard.
As if accepting Diesel’s challenge, the rough tradie grabbed hold of Diesel’s stiff shaft and then swallowed his cock down to its base.
Holy. Fuck.
Only one other person has ever been able to take all of his cock, and that dude was a fucking porn star. Literally. For some world-famous porn studio that specialized in gay kink films and, apparently, world-class dick swallowing.
Placing his hand on the back of the dude’s buzzed head, Diesel closed his eyes and let the cock-sucking demon have his way with his rock-hard cock.
Sucking. Slurping. Gagging.
The guy knew how to suck dick!
Unable to hold back any longer, Diesel unloaded his seed in the cock-hungry tradie’s mouth.
It wasn’t until Diesel stopped convulsing from his orgasm that the scruffy-looking straight-my-ass dude released his cock from his mouth and got up from his knees.
Smirking, the cocky bastard popped open his jeans and began unzipping his fly.
Judging by the bulge in his pants, he appeared to have his own lethal weapon tucked behind the overstretched material.
Too bad it was getting late.
Zipping up his jeans, Diesel gave the man a grin of his own.
“Thanks for the ball drain. Gotta jet before the crew notices I’m missing.”
Loving the confused look on the dude’s face, Diesel turned and headed back toward the house.
He kind of felt like a dick for leaving the guy with blue balls, but if Chase woke and happened to realize that he left the house, he was going to be crucified. Matteo would lock him in a tower and never let him out again.
He got what he came for. Free booze and ball drainage.
Hey, he never said he wasn’t an asshole.