YS-131 Street Gang Virgin

Excerpt

“What can I do for you?”

I knew what he had in mind.

The cad couldn’t hide his desires from me.

He wanted to get into my little asshole and return the favor.

He was so obvious.

So fat and so obvious.

But that wasn’t what I had in mind.

No.

I looked at my nails, pretending to check them out.

“Well… there is something, Peter baby…”

“Yeah?”

“I need the weekend off… I sprained one of my calves on the hundred meter yesterday…”

“What?”

“Come on,” I said, leaning over him and putting my hands on his shoulders. “A little weekend off… it can’t hurt anybody… and you can do it… besides, I’ll be running twice as tough if I’m rested…”

“I’ll be good… I promise… please… please…”

I could tell he was starting to turn.

He was going to come around.

That much was obvious.

He couldn’t resist my charms.

Or my dick.

Or the power of the gang.

My initiation for him had been a good one. If he ever wanted the pleasure again, and they always did, then he was going to have to play ball…

Which was why, later that night, I was packing an overnight bag, stuffed into a duffle, to make it look like I was going to have rough weekend duty.

Not ten minutes later I was on my way… through the streets of the South Bronx, into the gang clubhouse, where it was time for the weekend, which meant it was time to party.

As long as I had money and my dick I was a happy dude.