âYo whatâs up?â A low voice said from behind him. Dre glanced over his shoulder. There stood a guy who had to be about 6â2â and 210lbs, he had long dreads and was wearing blue jean shorts and a wife beater shirt, and there was an Omega brand on his arm. Dre had seen him around the club but normally he stuck to those who dealt in trade, Dre was out of his league even if he didnât know it yet. âCan I holla at you cat?â He asked as Dre turned fully around.
This guy was cut, if Dre didnât know he was trade he could see himself hooked up with him. Dre simply stood walking to a less crowded area of the bar. Errol glanced over almost with a look of disbelief. Wendell watched as Dre walked away never looking back. He had heard this cat was tight and it was clear Dre know it. Wendell smiled at the idea of turning this cat out and leaving him sprung as he followed. âSo what cha about?â Wendell asked stepping around Dre before he could sit down. Dre watched as Wendell sat on the stool he had planned to sit on.
âI donât do trade.â Dre replied looking Wendell right in his eyes. âIf I ainât getting head at least you arenât getting ass, that simply playa.â Wendell dropped his head slightly with a laugh.
âYo you listen to everything kids say around here?â Wendell wasnât used to the idea that someone wasnât up for his game. He also wasnât going to give up. Dre was right, he was just here for the nut, he didnât kiss or any of that other gay shit, he was just willing to bust a nut where ever he could when his girl got her ass up on her back. âI mean no I ainât here looking for love, but yo what I do I am sure will be more then enough to keep you happy.â He said taking Dreâs hand and sliding it inside his own pants. Dre smiled as he caressed the soft dick of Wendell. Dre stepped forward between Wendellâs legs as his hand stroked Wendell to a full erection. Wendell smiled as he looked into Dres eyes. âJust think about how that will feel gunning you down after you get it all wet sucking and pulling on it.â Dre smiles as he keeps stoking Wendell who starts to breathe a little heavier. âYo kid I hope you plan to finish this.â Dre stopped pulling his hand from Wendellâs pants tasting the pre-cum.
âFollow me.â Dre says as the finger exits his mouth with a slight sucking sound. Dre glanced towards Errol who looks a little shocked as Dre and Wendell leave the club. Dre walks to his truck Wendell follows with a smile knowing he has gotten what he wanted. Dre was the kind of guy he really wanted that cocky fag who didnât understand he was still a cock-sucking bitch. As Wendell got in Dre pointed towards the back seat and Wendell simply hopped to the first row of seat in the Expedition. Dre knelled between the seats pulling down the shorts of Wendell and his boxers. Dre began to play with the base of Wendellâs nut sack causing his dick to almost spring right up. Dre flicks his tongue across the head then suddenly Wendell grabs the back of his head and forces him down.
âYo, donât play suck that my shit.â Dre begin to suck like he had never sucked before. His tongue darting all over all 11 inches of Wendellâs shaft, as Wendell begins to moan his hand moving to the back of Dreâs neck his hips trusting forward. Dre enjoyed the energy Wendell was putting off. It was pure aggression as Wendell fucked his face harder and harder. Dre could feel his control over this whole thing getting tighter. Suddenly Wendell leaned forward straddling Dreâs head pushing it against the floor and his dick exploded in Dreâs mouth. Load after load of cum filled his mouth as Wendell moaned loudly. âAgh SHIT.â He said sitting back on the seat his head falling back. Dre spit into the ashtray quickly more then a little pissed off.
âYou trying to choke a nigga!â Dre said as Wendell looked down at him wiping his mouth.
âYou know you liked that shit bitch.â He said smiling âThat was hot as all shit kid.â He went on leaning forward kissing Dre on the foreheads. âSorry yo, got carried away.â He said seeing Dreâs annoyance. As Dre slipped to the driverâs seat. âYo what about me drilling that ass?â Dre looked over at him as he fixed his pants. âYea,â Dre said starting the truck âbut not here.â
As they walked into Dreâs loft Wendell was mostly shocked. The place was unlike anywhere he had seen before. This surely wasnât where he had grown up, and it wasnât where he had expected. As the door closed Wendell pushed Dre against the wall behind the door and seems to show passion he hasnât before. His hands run all over Dreâs body as he puts his arms around Dreâs neck almost chocking him as he uses his other hand to undo Dres pants and the fall to the floor. He bites on the back of Dres neck as he seems to be over come by something more primal then himself. Dre turns final returning a few of the bites before speaking âNot here hold up a sec.â Wendell backed off as she slipped out of his shoes and Dre walked up the stairs leading to his bedroom. âGive me a sec,â he said.
Wendell really liked the place, hell maybe if he turned this cat out right he could hang here for a while, maybe even fuck his girl over there on the couch, yea that would be hot as hell. He turns this cat out, stays for a few days and fucks his girl right there on that couch, the idea made Wendell smiled. âYo my shit is hard here kid I got shit to do.â He called out.
âCome on up.â Dre replied as Wendell rushed up the steps skipping a few steps. Most his cloths lay up the steps. As he entered the room wearing only the wife beater he was happy to see Dre standing near the bed with nothing on. As he walked towards him Dre simply pushed him to the bed and began to give him head again. DAMN was all Wendell could think as he watched Dre take his entire dick in his mouth. Yea it was hot as hell, but it wasnât what he wanted. As Dre began to climb up his body Wendell crawled back onto the bed. This cat was different, he was smooth as hell, plus he had everything here. Maybe Wendell would do what it took to really work this one. Dre slowly slid the condom onto Wendellâs rock hard 11-inch dick.