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By Chris Carr
Ok, to start with, dude wasn’t that
old. True, he was older than Devyn but he wasn’t guilty of punching an old
guy. And besides, Bryan was clearly asking for it. At least, that was the
argument Devyn made when he ran out.
Funny how life can turn around and
roundhouse you in the ass. As far as Devyn was concerned, Bryan was an easy
mark. He’d chatted with him online, scoping him out and, from what he could
tell, Bryan was going to be an easy score. The dude had a nice spot in a nice
neighborhood. A nice car and apparently money, from what he could tell.
Like most the guys he’d meet online,
the guy was obviously attracted to him and Devyn knew just how to play them on
the line. Starting with his Instagram picture, which proudly showed his
attractive face and toned physique, he was constantly getting hit up by guys, a
good number of them older dudes like Bryan. When guys made comments about how
cute he was he didn’t screen them out or react negatively like most guys.
It’s a free country, he always said.
Bryan’s comments stood out, however,
drawing his attention. Like the other commenters he remarked on Devyn’s
attractiveness but he also made offers for them to meet. He even messaged him
with his cell phone number. The guy’s comments and message eager, Devyn got
the impression he had a big fish on the line.
They’re first meeting was cool, Bryan
impressing him with the things he knew. An accomplished man, he told interesting
stories. But he was also down to earth and not condescending. Overall, Devyn
thought he was pretty cool, except for the way he looked at him like he was a juicy steak or something. Uncomfortable, he had his doubts and went so far as to
tell Bryan he wasn’t gay. Unperturbed, Bryan told him that wasn’t a problem.
When he invited him to come with him to
his place Devyn was so disarmed, he quietly accepted. One look at dude’s spot
and he was hooked. Hell yeah, he’d hit the mother lode! Not only did dude have
all of the latest electronics, from laptops to tablets, he had big screen TV’s
and game systems. And what he was certain would be untold caches of jewelry and
stashed money, his favorite.
His jeans stylishly sagging, Bryan eyed
him as he lingered near the door. The countless times he’d drooled over the
boy’s pictures a distant memory he still couldn’t believe he’d finally got
him in his spot. Those smoldering eyes, the cute pug nose, his creamy
complexion, he’d studied it all for some time but never in his wildest dreams
did he see himself with the boy.
you standing over there?” He entreated, when Devyn kept circling but not
joining him on the couch. Patting a spot next to him, Bryan tossed him an
inviting smile and Devyn finally relented, skulking over to the couch, perching
on the edge somewhere in Bryan’s vicinity.
“You acting like I’m gonna bite, or
something,” Bryan taunted, moving towards the boy. Unnerved, Devyn didn’t
jump up as he approached, instead steadying himself in place, even when the man
reached out to touch his knee.
We in the business part of the evening,
he kept telling himself, his eyes on the prize as the man’s caressing hand
started creeping him out. When Bryan reached up and stroked the back of his
neck, he couldn’t help it, squirming away to suddenly stand beside the couch.
“Yo, told you I ain’t no faggot,”
He spat, nostrils flared. Cheeks reddening, Bryan looked a bit perturbed but
“Yeah, we been over that. Like I said,
that’s not a problem.” He was so cool about it, Devyn wondered why he was
tripping? Still, all of that touchy-feely stuff creeped him out.
let’s do the damn thing then,” He summoned, opening his pants. “You
ain’t got a problem, get on this then.” With that he unfurled his concealed
length as it rapidly hardened. Practically salivating, Bryan stared at it as it
bounded from his jeans. When Devyn yanked him by his head towards his growth,
Bryan whimpered a little but didn’t fight as he shoved his face over his now
Slurping about the length, the man was
soon engaged, his lips wrapped around Devyn’s hardness. The man’s technique
good, he soon had the boy cooing as he rocked on his toes. Damn, this gonna be
the easiest money I’ve ever made, he surmised, still casing the place.
In no time, Bryan had him rounding the
bases, his eyes closed, his hips edged forward. Then dude opened his pants more
and pulled his boxers down, just below his balls. One hand playing with his
tightening balls another was suddenly on his ass. Alarmed, Devyn almost swung on
him but fuck if it didn’t feel good!
Knees trembling, he suppressed moans as
dude’s magic mouth worked around his dick, his tongue wickedly swirling.
“Fuck!” He let slip, Bryan’s left hand tenderly caressing his balls. Then
he felt his right hand creeping up his ass crack and before he thought, he’d
In that instant, he saw his whole life
pass before him. His fist connecting, he watched as Bryan went flying, his
bottom jaw moving almost independently. Like one of those slow motion moves
he’d watched in countless movies, it was like time slowed, the man’s face
swinging away from his dick as he tumbled backwards.
Frozen, he and Bryan regarded each other for a soundless instant, Bryan’s face a study in utter shock while Devyn looked on in horror. Thinking fast, he tucked his dick, fastened his pants and made a beeline for the door.
Shit’s got me all crazy in the head,
Bryan thought, padding across the floor towards the door. He was just about to
close it when who should appear but Devyn. Frightened, he was certain the boy
was coming back to do him more harm. Rushing to slam the door, Devyn, slipped
between it and the doorjamb before he could close it. Panting, his chest rapidly
rose and fell, his face dripping sweat.
Scared shitless, Bryan ran for his cell
phone, praying 911 wouldn’t put him on HOLD again. He was just about to hit
redial when he felt Devyn’s hand yanking his phone away. It was like one of
those horror movies he so loved, but this time, he was starring in it. Certain
the boy was about to finish him off, he stepped back.
Tucking Bryan’s cell in his front
pocket, Devyn raised his hands before him, his face softening. “My bad,” He
quietly intoned, still holding his hands in front of him. Dropping his eyes, he
continued. “Shit was moving so fast.” Glancing up he added, “And I told
you I wasn’t no faggot man…. But I’m sorry… Ok?”
“Nigga you hit me!”
“I know. And like I said, my bad.”
“My bad? That ain’t no apology!”
“I said, sorry, too.”
“How come I don’t feel like you mean
it?” Huffing, Devyn, looked away.
“Look, I’m sorry I hit you. Can we
just be over this now?”
“Can you give me my phone back?”
“What you want your phone for?”
“Because it’s my
“But what you gonna do with it?”
“Give it to me and you’ll see!”
Rolling his eyes, Devyn felt like punching this dumb nigga again.
“Yo, check, I’ma give it to you, but
you got to be cool, ok?”
“Be cool? What the fuck that mean?”
Growing tired, Devyn fished the phone out of his front pocket.
call the police,” He insisted, handing it to the man.
“Or what, Devyn? You sock me again?”
Closing his eyes, Devyn pinched the bridged of his nose.
“I already told you I was sorry for
doing that. How many times I gotta say it?”
“Fine! You can just punch me as I dial
then, mutha fucka!”
Pressing the redial on his phone, he
listened as it dialed then started to ring. The line was just about to pick up
when Devyn snatched his phone again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I told
you not to call.” His blood boiling, Bryan stared at him.
“So I’m just supposed to let you
punk me then. Just roll over like a bitch and let you get away with hitting
“Oh my God, will you give it a rest? Dude, do you know what I did? I a-po-lo-gized! I don’t apologize to people, so you should feel honored.”
“Man….,” Blowing through his teeth, Devyn shook his head. He’d really painted himself into a corner.
Dude’s anxiously hard pipe staring him
in the face, he fought the compulsion to fuck him up. Slamming his fist into
this nigga’s face until he was happy seemed a great idea. But he knew it would
only complicate things, adding to his penalty in the long run.
Every time he thought about doing what
Bryan was requesting, however, a storm cloud rose over his head, his ire stoked.
A nigga was supposed to be swinging on his
Looking up at the man, the smug look on
his face made him hotter. The fuck was he smirking at? Stilling himself, he
lowered his eyes, pondering his options. Looking up again, he quietly reported,
“Ain’t done this…” Shaking his
head, he got up from his knees. Pacing, he clenched and unclenched his hands.
“Nigga, I ain’t even done nothing like this before,” He blasted. Stopping,
he stepped to the man. “I don’t even know how…”
Shaking his head, he started pacing again.
The boy’s furious words shedding light
on his predicament, Bryan started to understand. Which only made his dick throb
more. I’m one sick mutha, he chuckled.
“Yeah, you don’t get it,” Devyn
was saying. “I get this sucked!” He said, grabbing his dick. The potential for
violence escalating, Bryan found himself frightened and aroused at the same
time. Devyn’s pacing becoming more rapid, his hands still clenched.
Suddenly stopping, he bounded toward the
man, scaring the shit out of him. Flinching, Bryan was certain he’d opted for
door number two… beating the shit out of him. His face right at Bryan’s,
“This how it’s gonna be? Huh?!
This how it’s gonna be?!!” Blinking Bryan held his ground, his heart
pounding so hard, he felt it shaking his body. “Fuck you man!” Devyn spat,
his eyes blazing. Storming away, he walked to the door.
Grabbing the doorknob he started to turn
it but froze. His back to him, Bryan heard him speak. “Why you got to be like
“Nigga, you hit me.” Talking to the
door, Devyn almost pleaded,
“And I told
you I was sorry.”
“My jaw is swollen man. Wasn’t no
reason for you to swing on me like that. Eye for an eye, nigga.”
Facing him, Devyn’s eyes blared at
him. “Then hit me nigga. Hit me in the face and let’s call it even.”
Considering his proposal, Bryan was
inclined to take him up on it. His sadistic side taking over, however, he
mentally declined. This was an opportunity he couldn’t pass. Shaking his head,
“We doing this or not?”
His shoulders slumping, Devyn looked
defeated. The flame dimming in his eyes, Bryan watched as he seemed to resign
himself to his fate.