King Cobra (Hot Rods) Read Online Free Page B

with bigger stakes.
    “I thought I could watch this time around.” And if it got him hot enough, maybe he’d do a little taste testing of his own.
    “Sorry, kid. That’s not how it works. No play, no stay.” The veteran shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Otherwise, how do we know you’re not going to narc on us? Or take incriminating pictures or some shit? Get dirty like we do or go back to momma.”
    “That puta left me behind years ago.” He slipped his fingers through his belt loops to keep from stroking the tattoo of her on his shoulder. “Kicked out of the country. Sent back to Havana. Couldn’t be bothered to lug a brat with her.”
    Why the hell was he telling a stranger that?
    One of the cuties, Phil, manipulating the standing guy paused. He pressed a kiss to the side of the ultra-stiff shaft in his fist and peeked up at Alanso. “No one’s rejecting you tonight. Come over here.”
    Alanso clenched his jaw and nodded once. “Maybe.”
    The second man on his knees lifted his head and winked up at the guy he serviced. “He’s cute. Can we keep the new guy, Links?”
    “It’s up to him.” Links held out his hand as his playthings adjusted their places. Chains rattled as they brushed against his cargo pants. “You want to play with us, cariño ?”
    “I think I do. Yeah.” Alanso scrunched his eyes closed a moment before stepping forward. He hadn’t realized he’d crossed the space until one of the men pressed his palms to Alanso’s thighs.
    “We’ll go easy on you.” He nuzzled the crotch of Alanso’s jeans. The deep breath Ronnie drew made him self-conscious for not making a pit stop at the apartment above Hot Rods, which he shared with the rest of his garagemates,   to change before heading out. Had he hesitated, even for a moment, he wouldn’t have been able to go through with this. As it was, he’d driven around for hours before pointing his bike in this direction.
    “I’m pretty sure I’d prefer it if you didn’t.” He held out his hand, feeling ridiculous. “I’m Al.”
    “A pleasure.” Phil smiled while Ronnie growled and tugged the waist of Alanso’s jeans.
    “Help us with Links. Or get your peeking in while we work. I’m suddenly hungry for dessert.”
    Alanso allowed his knees to collapse. A puff of dirt rose around him. His shoulders bumped into the guys now flanking him. The heat they radiated was welcome.
    “Ain’t that a pretty sight?” Links thrust his hips forward, rubbing his cock over Phil’s cheek before presenting his tool to Alanso. “Go ahead. Try it. You might like it.”
    “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He looked inward, measured the pulse of excitement flooding his veins and decided this was it.
    Time to find out once and for all.
    “One thing…I’m doing this the safe way or not at all.” Alanso wouldn’t budge on that requirement. If he ever did get another shot with Eli, or Sally, or any of the other guys, he refused to put them in danger.
    “Damn, I’d like to be in your mouth bare. But I get you don’t know us. Yet.” Links dug in his pocket and withdrew a couple of condoms. “Mint or cherry?”
    “Go for the mint,” Phil advised. “It’s like brushing your teeth. Covers up the rubber taste.”
    He nodded.
    Links ripped the foil and sheathed himself so fast Alanso figured he’d done it a million times before. The guys beside him each wrapped an arm around his waist, drawing him into their fold. They helped him lean forward despite the pebbles gouging his knees. Links brushed the pad of his thumb over Alanso’s lips, triggering his reflexive opening.
    The three men fed him his first taste of male flesh.
    His eyes went wide, and his gaze locked on Links’.
    “Mmm, you like that? Yeah. I knew you would.” The guy splayed his fingers on Alanso’s bald head and rubbed the shiny surface of his scalp.
    Alanso weighed the plump, if not huge, cock on his tongue. He suckled lightly, then a bit harder. It felt nice in his mouth.