The Darker Side of Trey Grey (2 page)

Thursday reared up steely and miserable. The rain had been a steady curtain all day. I would have stayed in my dorm room were it not for the constant chafe of my jeans on my roughed up skin. My self-inflicted wounds were a nagging reminder of why I needed to work tonight.

More times than not the rain brought out depressed souls, and I would be an idiot not to play on that. I changed into my most insidious skinny jeans, the ones that hung so tight and low on my hips I could undo the top button and flash a peek-a-boo of my cock. I stuffed the inside pocket of my denim jacket with condoms then headed out.

Kitten growled at me as I stroked the engine too hard on a few turns, sending her tail thrashing on the wet roads. She never stayed mad at me for long though, and was purring by the time we turned into Paradise. I parked beneath one of the lights in Salvo’s lot and headed inside. Benny was in his regular spot just inside the door and gave me something that looked more grimace than smile.

“Ah... shit, Trey, just a friendly warning, Georgie’s pissed at you. What you doin’ out in this crap anyway?”

“Maybe I came to make Georgie’s sick fantasies come true.” 

He lifted his eyebrows. “Sucks to be you,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah, most days it does.” 

I headed through the door and straight to the bar, eager to hit my corner on the Ave. I stood swinging my keys around my index finger as I waited for Salvo to finish serving a large group of Chinese business men. Someone pressed against my back and reached around for my crotch. Only one person touched me like that here.

“Georgie, get off me,” I warned calmly. He puffed a wanton sigh into the air and pushed his fingers under my waistband. I grabbed his wrist, “Georgie, last warning. I’ll come see you tonight after your shift. I promise.”

“You said that before, and dissed me,” he whined.
  “You look so hot Lil Georgie is pulsing for you. Do me now— please— I’ll beg if I have too.” He slid a hand down my ass, pressing his fingers into the seam sucked between my cheeks. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him. “You don’t take your hands off me, and I will dis you again. I don’t fuck johns in my car. You know that,” I said firmly.
 

He made a hurt little noise as one hand flew to his crotch and the other to his mouth.
Fucking drama queen
.

“Trey, honey, I’m not a john.” He pouted pathetically.

“You are to me.” 

That did it. He spun around with a high-pitched cry of outrage and ran to his security booth, where, I was sure, he would cry dramatically in private.

“Thanks for that. Now I have to deal with him crying like a girl all night,” Salvo said, holding his hand out for my keys.

I tossed them to him. “I’m not his boyfriend, and he needs to remember that.”

Salvo smiled at me sadly, pitying Georgie or very possibly me. “I’m pretty sure he knows that. He hands you a third of his paycheck every month just to tap your tight ass. It makes him happy. Besides,
you
started it two years ago, so don’t deny him that one pleasure now. I think you’re all he’s got, and when he can’t get to you he becomes... unreasonable.” The expression on Salvo’s swart face wasn’t unfriendly, but it held a small warning that I heeded.

Georgie had worked security at some swanky sex club in
L.A. until something happened that chased him away and landed him here. He was classic high maintenance SoCal. Yet, when he first got here he was so damaged he would tap anything with three legs. Now he just wanted to screw me, and that bothered me.

“I’ll be back at midnight. You know I hate doing him in your club,” I said.

“Then do him in that sexy car of yours. Hell, he’d probably be done in seconds he’s so hot for that damn Camaro. It’s a good thing you have a sensitive alarm.” He tossed the bar rag between his hands.

“Why?”

He grinned knowingly. I grimaced, not sure I wanted to know now that I’d asked.

“Because Georgie would take out his sexual frustrations all over her if you didn’t.”

I shivered. “That’s gross. I really didn’t need to know that.” The vision in my head almost made me barf right there on the dark paisley carpet. 

Salvo’s rich laughter chased me all the way out into the damp night. The idea that Georgie was just crazy enough to anoint my car had me itching to wash her right this second.

I was still disgusted when I reached my piece of the Ave. So much so, I missed the Bentley parked around the corner conversing with the shadows. When someone ran a hand down my back I spun around and almost decked him. I stopped, unfurled my fist, and took a deep cleansing breath when I saw Scotty standing there in wide-eyed surprise.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I took a chance you would be here tonight.” He looked towards the Bentley. “I’ve been waiting.”
 

He seemed a little breathless, and his hands were pulling nervously at his jeans. I wondered what was running through his head that had him so riled. Scotty was a sweet, if slightly shy kid that was incredibly fun to tease, and I loved him— in a strictly business sense of course.

He’d originally come to the Ave a year ago when he was sixteen, unsure of his sexual orientation and wanting to find out once and for all. He had found me. In the interim, the silver Bentley had slowed as it passed my corner before driving off again. After playing this game for two weekends, he finally gathered the nerve and had his driver stop.

His first time with me had been just that. He had been so cute. Blushing outrageously as I led him through his first gay fuck. He always topped, and he’d lasted about three stiff and wary strokes that first time. The second wasn’t any better. He had asked, with a face the color of beets, if he could touch my “
penis
”, and when he did, he just about had a meltdown. He was definitely a dick man.

I was pretty sure he was smitten, but he kept things on a strictly professional relationship, which I appreciated. His dad was some richer-than-god bastard, stretched tighter than spandex on a fat chick, and I could tell Scotty was afraid of him. Thanks to his father, however, Scotty was loaded and very generous with his money. Well, at least with me anyway.

I gave him a sensual smile and he flushed deeper. “I’m all yours. What’s your pleasure tonight?” I stepped into him and his breath caught.

Yeah, he definitely had the hots for me, despite seeing me a few times a month for a year now. He was being shyer than usual though, so I bent down and kissed him. He was the only trick I kissed as I knew exactly where he dipped his wick. I had been his first, and I was sure, his only so far. He was too shy to be able to trump me on that one.

When I pulled away, he was still acting timid and nervous.

“Scotty, what do you want? Something new I can tell,” I crooned teasingly.

“I met someone— I think I really like him.”

I laid my arm across his shoulders and steered him away from the Avenue.

“Mm, and you want to expand your knowledge.” 

He smiled, twisting his hands in front of himself.
 

“Bentley or the alley?” I asked, sliding my hand up and down his tense back.

His driver was remarkably discreet, considering he was flagrantly disregarding his boss by taking his only son out to screw a prostitute several times a month. A gay fuck at that, and I was confident his father didn’t know about Scotty’s sexuality.

“Alley. I don’t think the Bentley will be comfortable.” He gazed at the silver car as if contemplating the spacious interior before nodding decisively. “Yeah, definitely the alley.”

“This is your first time isn’t it?” I knew he had never bottomed, but I asked hoping to quiet the tremors I could feel under my hand. I wasn’t sure if they were from trepidation or excitement, either way he calmed at my soft inquiry.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve never asked for this before, so why now?”

“He, um, like’s to drive.” He let out a woeful sigh and I understood. Scotty wasn’t sure about this, but he liked the guy enough
, so he was willing to give it a try.

“I got it.”

We turned the corner into the narrow alley I used for tricks. It was set behind a few scraggy businesses that closed conveniently at six. There were no lights here, and the green dumpsters provided enough cover from peeping eyes, not to mention the occasional cop.

“Face the wall, Scotty, and put your hands shoulder width apart. Trust me on this. I’ll go slow.”
 

He did as I asked, and I huddled up to his backside, reaching around to undo his artfully torn jeans. Jeans, I was sure cost more than what he paid me.
 

I shook my head, amused, when I felt him hard as concrete. “Do you think of me when you pound one out, Scotty?” I whispered into his ear, making him shudder. “You are always so impressively hard when you come to see me.”

Tugging his jeans over his hips, I let his dick out to play. He wasn’t long, but the kid was as thick as a tree trunk, and would make a boy that liked to fondle his partner very happy. I kicked his feet out as I unbuttoned my own jeans, and pushed them down just far enough to free my flaccid tool.

I slid one hand over his dick, as my other tugged mine, and soon he was trembling and “IT” was ready. I pulled out a condom from my inside pocket
, rolling it on. I found my lube in the opposite pocket, and set to readying him.

“This is your first time
so no rough stuff, Scotty. Don’t push back, understand?”  I lubed his hole then slipped my slimy finger through the tight entrance. He moaned, clenching hard enough to cut off the circulation in my finger, leaving it tingling when he released it.

“I know I like it,” Scotty said, breathless.

“Relax. How do you know if this is your first time?”

“I’ve been playing with toys. I should be— ahhh...” I slid my finger in farther upon hearing that. “Some of them have been pretty big.”

As he relaxed, I slid another finger in. “So you think you’re ready.”  It wasn’t a question, yet his response was to sit down on my fingers, sending them almost all the way in. As he rolled his hips he began to loosen up, bringing a smile to my lips. Man, he was going to make some boy VERY happy. I slid my fingers in and out until he was fully relaxed, then removed them and tore open a sani-wipe, scrubbing the digits clean. 

This was the weirdest thing about me. This, having my fingers up a guy’s ass, didn’t gross me out half as bad as seeing his jizz squirt out.

Leaning against Scotty’s back, I spread his ass cheeks and settled my tip against him.

“You really like this guy, Scotty?”

“Yeah, but he has a lot more experience than me.” He pushed his hips back.

“You’re pushing. Stop. Maybe he would have liked to fuck a virgin. You ever think about that?” I spread him wider, and gently but firmly pushed against him until my head cleared the tight skin. Scotty rocked back with a deep groan. I grabbed hold of his hips to stop him.

“He... ahh... likes it rough. He told me.” 

Oh.
One of those.
I personally liked boys like that. No bullshit, right to the action, and they usually didn’t want much foreplay. Of course I was all about the quick fuck, however I felt Scotty wanted the intimacy.  

I rotated my hips, sliding in a little farther, and Scotty moaned again. I could feel “IT” beginning to throb over his obvious and delicious pleasure. I wriggled my hips and gained another inch. So. Fucking. Tight. My head lolled back. Jesus, I was going to come over this. The thought should freak me out, and I was sure, later, I would probably be hanging over my toilet or playing with my scrub brush. But right now I actually wanted to pound Scotty’s ass
, which had me amusedly baffled and I couldn’t really stop what I said next.

“Did you cream your pants when you heard he plays hard, Scotty?” I flicked my hips as he rolled his like a hula dancer. “Do you want it rough? To be someone’s bitch?”

He groaned at my words, and I dragged his hips back sliding in the rest of the way.

“More, fuck— more, harder,” Scotty pleaded and demanded all at once. I don’t usually pick up a rhythm with a first timer, but shit. Scotty was a born bottom and he kept sitting on my dick, and clenching, and he had “IT” throbbing so hard it fuckin’ hurt. I started to move, slowly at first, and every time I pulled back he tightened his ass. Soon I found myself biting off my own moans.