The Best Damned Thing
“Look, it’s the little queer from that damn tattoo shop.”
Jim looked across the street, idly, and if his interest was more in the ‘look at that hot little fuck’ way than the ‘I want to kick his ass’ way, well, that was his business, wasn’t it? “Uh-huh. What about him?”
Dale snorted, boots kicking the dust and Jim just rolled his eyes. He’d been listening to that pointless redneck shit for ten years, and fuck, it was old. The man had a serious hard-on for bigotry, and it didn’t seem to matter much what about, as long as someone was different than Dale.
“What the fuck is he fucking doing here?” Dale asked.
It was a little obvious what the pretty man was up to, given that he was heading into the coffee shop Maynelle Laramie had opened last year after her trip to Italy.
Cooter looked, spit. “His fucking mamma got sick or some shit, came back to take care of her and Mae gave him a friggin’ job.”
“He from here?” Jim asked, not recognizing the feller, for all that he’d been looking for a few weeks.
“Yeah, man. That’s Collin Marten. You ‘member him? Did weird art shit in high school?”
“Huh.” No shit? Damn. That skinny little gangly boy he’d tried not to notice back then, at least in public, had grown up nice, well and truly. Jim approved. A lot.
“Fucking prick prob’ly gonna give us all AIDS.”
Dale was a stupid shit, really.
“Dale, you get your ink from Nemo’s, not over there.” Jim couldn’t see Dale stripping down for Mae to get a tattoo, honestly. That woman was a stud and she could give damn near anyone shrinkage. From what he could tell, Dale couldn’t stand to lose much. The thought made him chuckle.
“Yeah, but…” Dale’s eyes were squinty — Jim could tell, even with the sunshades on. “You defending that little fuck?” Dale snarled.
Jim arched an eyebrow, set his Coke down nice and easy. Lunch was about over, so all he had left was his drink. “Just stating facts. Y’all ’bout ready to get back to work, or we gonna tie it up?” He wasn’t opposed to either option, but he wanted to know the deal.
“Don’t be a fuck, Jim. You want to fight or something?” Dale’s Coke went down a little harder than his.
He twisted his lips. He’d fight if he had to. He didn’t back down from assholes like Dale.
A huge, solid hand landed on his shoulder, and he knew it was Walker, the foreman. The boss stared at everyone, especially Jim and Cooter. “You asshats got issues?”
Listening to that voice made him shiver a little, deep inside. “Not me,” Jim said, shaking his head. His cheek brushed the side of Walker’s hand.
“Just seeing if old Jim here was a fudge packer like that little queer coming out of the coffee shop.”
The hand on his shoulder didn’t move. “Is Mr. Marten causing y’all problems?”
“What?” Dale looked like he was fixin’ to swallow his tongue.
“Collin! You causing my boys problems?” The boss’ voice rang out and Collin Marten stopped, looked over from across the way.
“Walker? Why on earth would I do that?” Collin took a step closer, and Cooter spit on the ground again.
“I’m going back to work; fucking fags.”
“Watch your mouth, Cooter, or you can get your shit and go. I don’t put up with that kind of crap on my crew, and you know it.”
“I ain’t working for a queer. You queer, Walker?”
Jim stood there, his teeth in his mouth, trying to figure out what the fuck to do, to say before the shit hit the fan. He’d been subcontracting for Walker for five long years, and he’d never seen the man back down from a fight, never seen the man lose one, either. He’d never pondered Walker’s sexuality too hard, either. That way lay madness.
“That’s your freebie, Cooter, right there. You get your equipment and go before I shove it where the sun don’t shine. We’re done for the day.” The words were calm, soft, but so fucking sure. Damn.
It took about two seconds for Cooter’s lizard brain to decide what to do. Jim saw it coming when it happened, Cooter swinging into motion like a rusty gate, trying to clock Walker right on the nose with one ham-hand.
Walker spun Jim out of the way and stopped that blow with one hand, that huge arm just taking the impact.
Fuck. Jim stared at Walker’s hand, his heart starting a hard, steady thud. That was so fucking hot he could hardly stand it.
“You done, boy?” Walker didn’t raise his voice. In fact, it got softer and deadlier.
“Yeah. Yeah, fuck off.” Cooter got his shit and grabbed Dale’s arm. “Let’s go.” The two jerks beat feet, damned near running from Walker’s strength.
Jim, though, he just stood there. Staring. Still. Like he couldn’t not. He was an idiot.
“You got something to say, Jimmy?”
He shook his head, lips open. He had lots to think on, but nothing to say.
“Walker?” That was Collin, who came right up to them, coffees still in his hands.
“Hey, babe.” Walker’s stern face broke into a fond smile when he looked at Collin. “That one for me?”
“You know it.” Collin’s eyes dragged over Walker, then Jim. “This one for us to share?”
Jim was going to drop his teeth. The guy couldn’t mean… that. Right? His cheeks heated painfully and he swallowed the lump in his throat. His body thrummed with tension.
“I think so.” Walker took a coffee. “Come on, pretty boy. Upstairs. We’ll play where it’s cooler. Grab your tools.”
Jim’s mouth opened and closed, then opened again, but when Walker and Collin started walking, somehow he was right behind. Like right there. He couldn’t help it, his feet moved of their own free will. Those two were like a wet dream, and if they were going to kick his ass, well, so be it. He had to take a chance.
They went up a flight of stairs, into one of the little apartments above the downtown shops. Collin unlocked the door and went in, leading them into a normal-looking room. Just a front room. Nothing freaky-deaky.
There was a right nice couch and a chair and some plants. Jim liked plants okay. What the hell was he doing here?
When Walker turned to him, eyes burning as they stared him down, he knew. “Do you kiss, boy?”
His cock jumped, the head trying to work out of the zipper of his jeans. “I–” Did he? He’d never had the chance to find out. Occasional, furtive trips to bigger towns didn’t leave much time to find out, and in high school all he’d done was jack off.
“Kiss him, love.” Collin didn’t sound nearly as… timid now. No, the guy sounded like he knew just what he wanted.
“You got it, babe.”
Walker’s lips crashed down on Jim’s like a ton of bricks, the kiss burning his ass flat to the ground.
Jim stood there, completely immobile, while Walker grabbed him and took the kiss to a place that left him sagging, his knees giving way. He grabbed Walker’s shoulders, the only solid thing in the world.
Well, Walker’s shoulders and his cock, which was like steel, pressing against Jim through the clothes they wore.
Jim broke for air, gasping, his head falling back a little as his hips pushed back and forth. He was about to blow like a bottle rocket in July.
“My turn.” Collin lips pushed into the kiss and fuck. Fuck, the little bastard was like fire, tongue fucking his lips fast and hard while Walker’s hands stripped him. Someone had learned a lot during his time away from home.
It wasn’t like him to let someone else take the lead like this, but they just overwhelmed him, made his head spin. His blood raced through his veins, his cock so hard he couldn’t do a damned thing but try to get someone to touch it.
It was Walker’s hand that wrapped around him, fucking swallowed his prick in heat that was almost too firm, but somehow just right. Oh, fuck, yes it was right.
Jim started humping, pushing up with his hips. Lord, the little guy, Collin, he could kiss. Such a pretty mouth.
“Collin’s going to suck you off while I take your ass, boy. Then we’ll see how good of a cocksucker you are.” Walker’s words were fucking maddening, making him moan, making his balls draw up tight.
He’d fallen asleep and this was an erotic dream. That had to be the explanation for this amazing thing that was happening. He slid to the floor when they let go of him, his knees like jelly. “Okay. Yeah.”
Walker gave him a grin, then popped the fly of his old jeans, showing off a fat, heavy prick that promised to turn Jim inside out. His mouth watered, and he almost went down right then, trying to get at it, but Collin pushed him back.
Shit, the little guy was stronger than he looked.
“I’ll suck you off while you ride him. He feels like Heaven.”
“Are you real?” He had to ask. He was afraid Cooter and them had beat him up or some shit and he’d wake up in the hospital.
“Yeah.” Collin reached out, fingers cupping his balls, rolling them just hard enough that he moaned.
“Oh, Christ.” He spread, begging for more with his body. “Y’all… Anything. Please.” He was gonna ride this until the very end, take every bit of pleasure he could from it.
“Everything.” Collin nuzzled his jaw. “I’ve been watching you since high school.”
“You– I been watching since you got home.” How had he not seen Collin and Walker together?
“You’ve been watching Walker, too.”
“I didn’t know he was…” Shit, he lost his train of thought when Collin touched him again, fingers pinching the slit at the tip of his cock.
“Now you do.” Walker sat on the couch, muscular legs spread as a rubber was tossed to him. “Put it on me.”
It wasn’t a request.
Jim got on hands and knees and crawled over. He knelt up and tore the condom open, not even thinking of not doing what he was told. Walker was the boss, in all ways, and it made him hot all over, his nipples and cock so hard they could cut steel. His hips circled in the air, his prick trying to find some relief.
Collin’s hands were moving over his body as he opened the package. Fingers tugged his nipples, slid over his shoulders, set his body tingling. When Collin pressed up against his back and ass, he almost dropped the stupid rubber. Jim had to take a deep breath and stop his hands from shaking.
“I’m going to get you ready. Walker’s cock deserves prep.” Slick, cool fingers tickled at the top of his crease.
“Jesus.” He jumped, his whole body jerking with the shock. Then he pushed back with his hips. “Yeah. Okay, yeah. I need the lube, too. For this.” He squeezed Walker’s cock, smoothing the rubber down.
“I’m good at sharing.” Shit, when had Collin become slinky? He’d always thought the guy was cute, but this went beyond cute into ‘my balls are going to explode’.
“I noticed.” He could hardly breathe, and he felt mesmerized by Walker’s cock.
The tube of lube was pressed into his hand at the same time fingers pressed into his hole, the burn sudden and unexpected and the hottest fucking thing ever.
Jim sucked in a deep breath, his thighs releasing their sudden tension when he let it out. He’d played, mostly in the shower with his fingers or a small dildo he’d bought in New Orleans one year, but someone else doing that kind of stunned him. He stroked Walker’s cock, staring at the big man’s washboard abs and heavy chest when Walker shrugged out his shirt.
“You’re doing fine, boy. He knows how to touch a man.” Walker traced his jaw, touched his chin.
It should have been damned humiliating to be called boy, to be so fucking grateful for that touch. It wasn’t. It made him wag his hips harder and rub his cheek against Walker’s rough palm.
“So fucking pretty.” He was drawn in for another kiss, Walker distracting him from the pressure at his hole, at the pleasure suffusing his body.
He slid the hand not holding Walker’s cock up around the big guy’s neck, holding them together. He was craving kisses now that he knew how good they could be. Walker wasn’t stingy with them, either, tongue exploring his mouth, tracing his teeth.
Jim panted, rocking between Collin and Walker. He was caught, the pressure in his belly huge, the need fucking killing him.
Walker leaned back, lips open, wet, cock hard as nails. “Slick me up.”
“Uh-huh.” He was surprised that the lube was still in his hand. Jim got his fingers wet, got them around that big cock. God, that fat prick was going to… And he was going to…
Collin’s fingers nudged his gland and he jerked, fucking grunting as lightning shot down his spine. He almost bit his tongue, which would be bad if he was going to be sucking later. Walker pushed up in to his hand, and he remembered what he was doing.
“You’ll never fit.”
“I’ll fit. You’ll stretch for me.” Walker didn’t sound worried.
“He’ll fit and you’ll love it.” Two fingers became three, Collin really opening him up, making sure he felt it.
Jim pulled at Walker’s cock, up and down, just… God. Then he started begging. “Okay, please. I need. I– Please.”
Collin’s fingers slipped out of him and then helped him stand, helped him straddle Walker’s thighs, back to the strong chest. Collin knelt down in front of them, then the broad, thick, slick tip of Walker’s cock rubbed against his hole.
Jim leaned back, stretching his body so he could beg a kiss from Walker. He needed that as much as he needed the pressure and stretch.
Walker gave it up to him, the kiss stealing his breath and making him feel like the hottest motherfucker on earth. So Jim opened up and took Walker in, letting Collin guide his hips. Walker was as big as he looked, spreading Jim’s ass wide.
The only thing that saved him was that Walker let him control it, let him move so slowly. Collin helped, hands supporting his thighs, holding him up.
He looked down, meeting Collin’s bright eyes. The guy was smiling at him, and Jim couldn’t help but grin back wildly.
“Yeah. You’re into it.” Collin chuckled, swooped down and dropped a sucking kiss to the tip of his cock, tongue flicking at his slit.
“Can’t not be.” He was going to die a happy man, his dick exploding like a cartoon canon if Walker didn’t kill him first.
Collin helped him take a bit more, easing him down as that tongue pressed into the tip of his prick again and again, Collin’s teeth scraping the head a tiny bit.
He jumped, his belly rippling, his cock pushing up. Thank God Collin pulled at his balls, keeping him from losing it.
“Take my cock, boy. You’re so fucking tight.” Walker’s voice rumbled through him.
“I haven’t. Not like this.” His breath was starting to heave in his chest, his cock bobbing as he bounced, sliding between Collin’s lips, back and forth.
“I know, but you will now.” Teeth scraped the join of his neck and shoulder. “You’re going to come so hard. Gonna love it because I tell you to.”
“Any second.” He put his hand on Collin’s head, not pushing. No one had said he could do that. He wanted to, though.
Collin opened right up, took his cock in like a champion, even as Walker rocked up, sinking more of that amazing prick into his ass. This was like… well, he couldn’t figure out anything that could be this good except this, so Jim went with it. Everything else would compare to this now and come up lacking.
Walker’s hands wrapped around his hips, moving him up and down, fucking him like it was all the man needed to do. Collin moved with the thrusts, covering his prick every time Walker pushed in.
Jim finally just closed his eyes and rode, letting the pleasure take him over. His whole body tingled like he was full of static; even his fucking hair felt alive.
His balls drew up, his orgasm right there when Collin tugged them, keeping him from shooting again. Jim cried out, struggled, and Walker’s arms wrapped around him, held on.
“Easy. Easy. We won’t leave you hanging. Just feel, boy. No rush.”
“I’m not worried about y’all.” He was worried he was going to go off and be embarrassed as hell, as they clearly wanted him to wait.
“You don’t worry about you, either. Leave that to us.” Teeth scraped his jaw. “Fucking hot, boy, your ass is a fucking wet dream.”
“Yes.” He could do that. Jim let go of everything, let Walker have his ass and Collin have his cock and did what he was told.
Collin’s mouth was a fucking fire, tongue slapping and sliding on his shaft as the man moaned. Then there was Walker, cock slamming up into him, driving him and making him ache. It was like a fucking fantasy. No way it was real.
No way except it was.
No wet dream felt so fucking good.
Walker lifted him even higher, and his cock hit the back of Collin’s throat. Jim cried out, his whole body shorting out, his balls too full to hold it in anymore. Collin let go of them, which let his sac pull up right against the base of his cock. He came so hard he blacked out for a moment, his eyesight going gray.
Walker’s strong arms held him up, supported him, even as those hips pumped, the rhythm all rough and broken as Walker grunted. The man was a machine, slamming into Jim’s body, Walker’s orgasm going on and on.
Collin groaned, spunk on his lips, on his tongue, and on the flat belly and fingers. Somebody’d been busy. Jim hadn’t even seen that.
He smiled a little, melting back against Walker’s chest, leaning. He felt boneless and wore out. It was amazing.
Collin kissed his belly, then one nipple. “Good?”
“God, yes. That was…” Good so didn’t describe it. “That has to be the best thing I’ve ever done.” He couldn’t wait to suck someone off, like they’d promised him he would.
Walker chuckled, one hand sliding on his belly, heading down to cup his wet, sticky cock, roll it a little. “The best thing, huh? What do you think, babe? You think this is the best this pretty boy has to show us?”
Collin’s eyes — those bright fucking eyes he’d jacked off to, even in high school — laughed at him, and he got a wicked grin. “No, lover. You and I both know, it just gets better.”