Tater and I had been sitting outside on our bikes all day waiting for this man to come out of the dorm hall. The sun had fallen and there were still too many people walking around. It was a Saturday night and that meant parties. Tater and I were going to be here for a lot longer than we thought. Blaze really wanted to punish us for going against him.
“I'm fucking starving, Phoenix.” Tater rubbed his giant belly.
“I saw a gas station not too far from here. Get me some chips while you're over there.”
“But the cafeteria is right there.” Tater pointed to the building next to the dorm hall.
I laughed. “There not going to let you in.”
Tater pulled out his .357 Magnum. “If I show them this, they'll let me eat the entire place.”
“Is food the only thing you can think about.”
“And ass.” Tater smiled.
“Speaking of ass...” Byron's brother and a friend walked outside looking all dressed up. “Showtime, Tater. We'll get some food later.”
“Son of a bitch,” Tater whispered under his breath. “Should we take him now?”
“Still too many eyes on us. Let's wait and see where they go.”
“Can I take a ride with him? I'd like to watch him polish my pole.”
My aching cock agreed with Tater. Why were college guys so fucking hot? It was all about their tight asses.
We followed far behind them on our bikes keeping a safe distance. They walked through residential neighborhoods until they came to a huge party house. Music was blaring through the windows and kids were partying on the balcony, throwing trash and furniture down on the lawn below.
“Fuck, Phoenix, they could be in there for hours. We should have taken them already.”
“No this is good. Byron's brother will come out all wasted. He'll barely give us a fight. He might even come willingly.”
Tater shrugged. “Whatever. I think it's time to get our dicks sucked. That party has to be flooding with easy ass. Let's take turns keeping an eye on the place while the other has a little fun.” For being such a fat slob, Tater sure had a ton of confidence. The Devil's Hellions patch on his back could do that to a man.
“We can't fuck this up, Tater. Blaze will have our heads if we ruin this. We stay on our bikes with our cocks in our pants and wait for this asshole to come out and play.”
Tater sighed and agreed. One night fucking some college guy wasn't worth the wrath of Blaze. Even in high school Blaze was a scary motherfucker. One of the nerds forgot to do his homework and he broke two of his fingers without a seconds thought. Nobody messed with him after that.
As we sat across the street in the dark, three motorcycles came roaring down the road and jumped the curb of the frat house, stopping right on the trashed lawns. It was the Fires of Hell.
I waved for Tater to get down when I spotted Byron. If he caught us out here, there'd be a shootout. I pulled out my Remington and checked the magazine—full to the brim. I watched as Tater did the same. If Byron even looked in this general direction, I'd have to fire first.
The Blacks went inside the party while we waited with our breaths held and guns close to our chest. Byron's brother burst through the front door and ran down the street. Byron was yelling something at him that I couldn't make out.
“We need to follow him right now,” Tater said, standing up.
“Get the fuck down.” I grabbed Tater's arm and forced him back to a crouch. “We wait for Byron to go and then we follow the guy.”
Byron nodded to his men and they drove away in the opposite direction of his brother. When the coast was clear, Tater and I rode towards Patrick.
He struggled on the back of my bike as we drifted through the night. I had to duct tape his hands around me so he could hold on. “You better stop twisting and turning back there. We don't want you falling to your death, do we?” His mouth was taped shut but his motionless body confirmed he heard what I said.
Patrick was certainly one hot piece of ass. He was begging to be bent over so I could fill him up. I could think about was why I didn't duct tape his hands to my cock so he could stroke me with every bump of the road.
It took every ounce of willpower to follow Tater and not ditch him so I could pull over, bending Patrick over my bike and sinking into him.
We arrived at the clubhouse and I cut Patrick's hands loose. He took that opportunity to try and make a run for it. Tater stopped him with a hard punch to the face that almost knocked him down.
I lifted his well-built figure and placed him over my shoulder, carrying him through the door. I could take him for a ride in my room for a few minutes and nobody would even notice.
Blaze saw me and fucked my plan. “Take him to the basement, Phoenix.”