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People didn’t rattle me, situations didn’t rattle me but as we made our way home from the club, I was irrefutably rattled. Like a fucking gnarly snake, poised to lash out. It hadn’t been the first time someone had held a gun to my head, probably not the last either. I believed every word that had come from the guy’s mouth as he’d threatened me. I hadn’t mentioned it to the rest of the boys because I was still trying to unravel it in my head. The blonde bitch’s husband walking in mid-way threw me for an absolute loop and that was what was fucking with my head the most. I’d talk to Boomer about it another time, right now I just wanted to get shit faced and maybe laid. Very explicit thoughts involving Ayden were still running around my head, my dick needed some action, even if it wasn’t from him.

As I climbed the stairs to the shithole of a flat Sophie and I shared, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to the only woman I knew who wouldn’t grumble about making a 2 a.m. house call so I could stick my dick in her. It was too easy.

“You all right?” Boomer nudged.

“Yeah, good. Just need some blow and some pussy.” Sniggering at me, he agreed.

I’d run around the streets with Boomer for what seemed like a life time or two already, considered him my only friend, no matter the state he was in. He had a soft spot for Sophie, my sister, but there was no way he was going there, no way I’d entertain it. He was a junkie, plain and simple and as much as I loved the bloke he was nowhere near good enough for my baby sister. I wasn’t having her getting in with that crap. I ran drugs, same as Boomer. Difference was - he consumed his gear, I didn’t, his head was more messed up than mine. I trusted him, but not with Sophie.

Getting settled inside, I slouched down on the couch, Shorty pulling out his baggie and weed, setting both on the table in front of me. “You taking a hit tonight, man?” His offer was another lame apology I didn’t want.

“Grab the bong.” I motioned toward the kitchen, he knew where it was. Not two minutes later, the plastic bottle was set up and he was feeding weed into the foil top and lighting up, taking a healthy draw. He handed the lighter over and the bong then collapsed back on the chair as I took a toke that filled my lungs and settled my agitation. Chrissie had wandered in while I’d been sucking a lungful and made a beeline for me when she’d clocked where I was. She took the bong, placed it on the table, then settled over my lap, fingers undoing the buttons on my shirt. No hello or how you doing, just straight down to business.

Perfect.

I raised my eyebrows at her and palmed her arse roughly. “Here?”

Looking around the room, I watched Boomer snort two fat lines of coke up his nose in quick succession from the coffee table then lie back on the floor as he chased his high. Shorty wasn’t paying much attention to anything except his phone. I shrugged, why the fuck not, the sofa was as good a place as any.

I undid my belt buckle and swiftly unzipped my jeans, my stiff cock popping out my briefs when I tugged down the front of them. I shuffled around to pull out a condom from my pocket then wrapped my dick. It went nowhere near her snatch without one.

Yanking Chrissie’s skirt up over her hips, I pulled her knickers to the side then leaned forward, nipping at her lips. “You climb that sweet cunt on up here and ride my dick ‘til you come. Then I’m gonna bend you over this couch and pound that arse ‘til you’re screaming my name.”

She giggled, the sound making me cringe. I couldn’t get off when I fucked a woman’s pussy but give me an arse and I’d fucking come all night long. I didn’t want all night, just twenty minutes to lose myself and be done. Fuck whoever was watching.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Gripp.” Sarcasm tainted her words, but she did as I said and raised upwards on her knees. When her wet pussy slid over my rock-hard cock, I gritted my teeth together and made a conscious effort to be in the moment.

“Hurry the fuck up and come,” I sneered.

Chrissie bent forward trying to kiss me. I was having none of it, evading and tucking my head into her neck where I bit her sharply in warning. I didn’t kiss her, not ever, didn’t even want to touch those fat tits of hers, just wanted to get off, and quick.

Making all the right moves, I shifted my hips upwards with force, each plunge inside had her cunt tightening. I moved my hand to the front of her and played with that little bud women love so much until she was squealing like a banshee and wringing the life out of my erection. No sooner had she come, and I was lifting her off me, pushing her face first down into the couch.

I scanned around the room as I tugged on my cock a few times. Boomer was still flat on the floor, strumming on his ever-present guitar. I was met with Shorty’s narrowed stare when I turned my head in his direction. He had his jeans wide open and his hands down his pants, his cock hard. I made sure not to look for too long but seeing another man’s erection made me harder.

“You gonna let me tap that after, bro?” The word ‘bro’ grated on my nerves because it was the one thing he wasn’t. The guy made me fucking sick with his disregard for most things in life.

Returning my attention back to Chrissie, who was now offering me her peachy arse, I grinned. Oh yeah, I was nailing that hard. Bending over her, my cock rubbed between her arse cheeks, smearing her creamy fluid over her hole. Best lube in the world.

“You gonna suck Shorty’s cock while I fuck you, hmm?” I whispered, not sure she was up for it. Most of the time she was, and others, she didn’t share. I’d fucked her countless times while someone else drilled her other holes, and the experience was always fucking epic, my orgasm sharper. As much as I disliked Shorty, the thought of seeing his prick slide in and out of her mouth, fired my blood.

“Sure,” she said, reaching her hand behind to grab at my thigh. “Just hurry the fuck up.”

Shorty was out of his chair and in front of Chrissie with his pants around his ankles in no time at all. He wasn’t gentle when he shoved his cock in her mouth. Watching it, I couldn’t wait anymore, the sight of a dick driving my desire to get off, I was wound tight. I reared back and pulled Chrissie’s arse cheeks wide as I lined my dick up and eased in slowly. It was as gentle as she’d get. I was ready to fuck.

The mingled moans from both Shorty and Chrissie grew louder and my little head took over, sliding in and out at an easy pace. It wasn’t enough, was never enough so I punched in and well and truly fucked her until my knees threatened to buckle underneath me. Ploughing as deep as I could, I slyly watched Shorty taking her mouth.

He jerked away from Chrissie and soaked her face with his cum, bellowing obscenities, and gripping her hair in his tight fists. He stilled, then shoved back into her face, when she struggled her hole almost strangled me, the sight of his cum drenched dick choking Chrissie tipped me over.

Shooting my load, I filled the condom, as an empty high rolled over me and I collapsed over Chrissie’s back wondering what it would feel like to take Ayden the way I had her. I’d bet the fucker enjoyed a good, hard pounding. He looked like he could take it.

I’d fucked a few men here and there, rent boys down back alleys mostly, the ones that knew how to keep their mouths shut. Nothing came close to the feeling of a man’s arse wringing my cock dry, all that hard muscle and stubble rubbing against me. I hated soft.

I couldn’t come out as being gay, had to find hook-ups in secret, keep it bottled tight. I fucked women for appearances sake, tonight no different, it served a purpose. I’d sucked Boomer’s cock once years ago when we’d both been shit faced and could put it down to experimenting and being pissed, but I’d never wanted to go there again with him. He was my best mate, something like that between us would spoil our friendship. I’d never uttered a word about preferring men to women, as far as he knew, it was a one-time deal just because we were off our tits. But I certainly wasn’t bi. Women didn’t do anything for me except cover up my truth, I always had rough hands and stubbled faces in my head when I fucked a pussy, my porn stash were guys, a reason my phone was locked tighter than the crown jewels.

This wasn’t me and I was so sick and tired of putting on a show and being someone I wasn’t. Things were going to change soon. I wanted to give Sophie a better life, live a life I wanted, not one that was forced upon me. One where I could fall in love with a man who wouldn’t be ashamed of me and not have to hide it. The club owner was right - Charlie’s days were numbered and if I didn’t want to go down with a sinking ship, I had to make moves to change things.

When I got my breath back, I peeled myself from Chrissie’s back and pulled my softening cock from her, making sure to hold onto the filled condom. I climbed off the couch, holding my spent package and disappeared without a word from the room. No one would follow.

Tying off the condom, I flushed it away once I’d pissed, then washed up my hands. Ready for some shut eye, the day finally having crept up on me, I peeked my head back around the living room door before heading to my bedroom.

“Stay, or whatever.”

Boomer lifted a hand from the floor in a wave, Shorty didn’t even acknowledge me. He had Chrissie bent over the back of the couch and was gloving up. I couldn’t have cared in the slightest, meant she’d leave me alone the rest of the night if she was pre-occupied with him. Trundling down to my room, I fell into bed and wished it wasn’t so fucking cold, wished to have a guy like Ayden wrapped around me to keep me warm. Keep those demons at bay.

In another life, Shaun...another life.