Here’s the first chapter from The Homo Thug, a new story by Lee Lane Lamplight!
Jason poured drinks for the Nine Tats, but he tried not to listen to what they had to say. He pretended to be like a robot, barely able to understand words spoken directly at it. He always pretended to have trouble hearing the men when they asked for another drink or some food, that way they wouldn’t ever worry that he had overheard anything he wasn’t supposed to hear.
On the night he met Ratty, however, Jason had trouble looking away because Ratty was so sexy. Ratty was a rather short man, old for a thug — nearly forty, his cornrows streaked with gray, scruffy beard covering his chin and neck — with a deep, gravelly voice. He had been in prison since he was sixteen and had just been released a few weeks ago.
“Yo, sweetheart, I say gimme some chips,” Ratty said emphatically, like he had said it before.
Jason had truly not noticed. For once he didn’t have to pretend that he didn’t hear. Ratty scoffed like Jason should have heard, and Jason nodded. He flashed a limp wrist and a lilting grin in Ratty’s direction. “Sure thing, sugar, I’ve got tortilla chips and-“
“I ain’t Mexican, sweetheart, get me potato chips. Damn…” Ratty scoffed.
The others snickered at him. Jason hurried back to the bar, where there was luckily a bag of potato chips. Last time he was here, he had clipped the bag shut, but that was a week ago and he wasn’t sure if the chips were stale or not. He poured some out into a bowl and brought a bottle of beer for Malik, who was pounding them back tonight. Ratty wasn’t drinking because he was on parole, and his ankle monitor would go off if he had any alcohol.
Everyone laughed at Ratty. He smiled at Jason when he took the bowl of potato chips. He licked his lips, and Jason blushed, scurrying away. Ratty cackled and stuffed potato chips into his mouth.
He had just been released from prison earlier today, so he was hungry and craved snack-food like chips. If they were stale, he didn’t seem to notice. He and the other Nine Tats discussed their plans — Jason refused to listen to what the plan was, but he had gathered it involved taking on the Graybloods of 99th Street. He hoped he didn’t hear any more details beyond that.
“My lips is gettin’ dry, sweetheart,” Ratty said pointedly, pulling Jason out of his reverie. Jason must have again not heard him several times — it was genuinely hard to hear Ratty, who spoke with a low prison growl.
Jason hurried to him with a glass of apple juice. That’s what Ratty was drinking instead of alcohol. Ratty looked at him like he wanted to fuck Jason, but Jason dismissed that as his imagination.
Surely, Ratty wasn’t about to fuck him? He was straight, wasn’t he? He certainly acted just as straight as any other Nine Tat. Jason knew that a lot of straight men changed their ways behind bars, but Ratty was out now, and he was part of a gang that had hundreds of prostitutes working all over the city — Ratty could get women any time he wanted. And he probably wouldn’t even need whores because he was, despite being a bit dirty and scary, very sexy.
So why was everyone looking at Jason as though there something he didn’t know?
“Shake yo’ ass a little as you walk away from me, boy,” Ratty said when Jason left the table.
Jason blushed and grinned. He shook his ass, and the men burst into laughter. Ratty was the only one who remained quiet.
Did he know that Jason was gay? Maybe not, maybe that was why he acted like this, Jason thought, maybe Ratty assumed he was teasing and scaring Jason because he assumed Jason was straight while the others thought it was funny because they knew Jason was gay. Was it possible Ratty didn’t realize Jason was gay? That seemed unlikely. Ratty had to have figured it out — Jason was slim, flamboyant, delicate. No one had ever thought he was straight before. Besides that, it was traditional for the Nine Tats to have a gay man serve drinks when they got together to plan schemes, count money or weigh drugs. Women were distracting, and straight men were a likely threat, so they always hired some local gay man like Jason. And they sometimes fucked him on the downlow before the night was through, which was why Jason agreed to do it. So Ratty should have guessed Jason was gay even before he met him.
Ratty lookin’ at Pinkbutt ovuh there like he a starvin’ man lookin’ at a buffet. You gonna eat his butt wit’ a spoon, Ratty?
Man, make Ratty quit it wit’ that homo thug shit. Fuckin’ nasty.
Jason’s curiosity was piqued. A homo thug, dear reader, is a black thug who was can hold his own in a gang like the Nine Tats even though he openly has sex with men — homo thugs almost never identify as gay; it is, instead, it’s own orientation. But they do openly engage in sex with men, usually exclusively.
Was Ratty a real homo thug? Jason had no idea. He wasn’t even certain it was a real phenomenon. It would certainly explain why Ratty looked at him like he wanted to fuck. Actually, Jason thought, Ratty looked at him like he wanted to wait until the lights went out and then fuck him silly.
He was watching Jason clean up the bar. He licked his lips and let out a low rumbling growl. The others rolled their eyes when they noticed, but they didn’t say anything. Ratty was perceived as old and out-of-touch, but he had been loyal to the gang in his decades on the inside; he had given up his adulthood for the Nine Tats. No one made fun of him for it; they just ignored him and made plans around his undressing of Jason with his eyes.
Soon it was clear that the planning stage was done. They still spoke about their plans, but about half of them were very drunk or stoned. Ratty was the only sober thug there. Jason was sober too, he never drank while serving drinks to the Nine Tats because he didn’t trust himself to behave and avoid getting himself in trouble.
Yo, Ratty, nigga, if you wanna fuck the prettyboy, just go fuck him, man. Quit lookin’ at him like you gonna bake him in a pie and eat ‘im up. It’s distractin’.
“Shut up, nigga.” Ratty said softly. The others snickered at him. Jason listened but kept his eyes averted. He kept wiping down the counter as though it wasn’t already clean.
When Jason couldn’t resist the urge any longer, he glanced up. He made eye contact with Ratty’s dark eyes, and a shiver of both fear and desire ran up Jason’s spine. Ratty must have made some kind of sound because everyone laughed — Jason didn’t hear it, whatever it was — and looked at Jason with a mixture of disgust and pity.
“Yo, sweetheart,” Ratty said as he stood. He had a blatant erection in his low-slung pants, which looked like they were about to fall down. The other thugs burst into hysterical laughter; about half of them looked like they genuinely thought it was funny, the other half were horrified but covering it up with nervous laughter.
Get that hard-on away from my face, nigga.
Old nigga got hisself a date! Gonna fall in love, yessir!
Yo, Jason, bend over, grab yo’ ankles and make a sound like a fat whiteboy cryin’. That’s what ol’ nigga likes!
Jason was so shocked he couldn’t move even if he had wanted to. He had that bar-rag in his hand, bent over the counter, as Ratty came behind the bar to meet him. He walked quietly but quickly, like he wanted to sneak up on Jason and trap him behind the bar.
He leaned in real close, breath condensing on Jason’s cheek. “Yo, sweetheart, I am gonna fuck. I wanna fuck you. If you still standin’ here in a few seconds, I am gonna start. If you don’t want me to fuck you, you best run outta here right now. I won’t stop you. Maybe I might pick one of them comedian niggas over there to replace ya.”
They all stopped laughing when they heard that — Ratty said it loud enough they could hear. They exchanged nervous glances. The basement was deathly silent.
“You still here, sweetheart. That cuz you scared or cuz-?”
“No. I wanna fuck,” Jason said softly and breathlessly.
“Good. You like it hard, right?”
“You gonna take it real nasty, right?”
“Yes, papi,” Jason said with a giggle. He touched Ratty’s chest, prompting Ratty to growl seductively and wrinkle his nose.
“Oh, boy, you tryin’-a make me lose control, ain’t ya? Shake that ass again.”
Yo, where you two gonna take this little show?
Jason looked up at the other thugs as though surprised they were still there. He lifted his ass and shook it in front of Ratty, backing himself up until his asscheeks hit Ratty’s crotch. He could feel that massive erection, and Jason rubbed his ass against it. He moaned and giggled again.
“Ain’t no show, nigga, ‘nless you stay and watch it.”
Later, niggas. I can’t watch this.
Yeah, I need a note from my mama to see this, and she ain’t gonna approve.
They all laughed and stood. No one wanted to seem so squeamish that they had to run out of there, so none of them hurried. But it was obvious they were in a rush to leave.
This is my basement. I should make them leave.
Go ahead and try, nigga. Gonna have to get a hose, I ‘xpect.
Shit, a hose? A hose just gonna give ‘em ideas.
That made them laugh again as they filtered out, leaving half-drunk beers and even cell phones sitting there on the table. Jason leaned over the counter, with Ratty behind him, very close, his body heat palpable. He took a deep breath and exhaled right on Jason’s cheek.
“We alone now, sweetheart. We can do amazin’ things alone,” Ratty said softly. One of his hands wrapped over Jason’s neck — not squeezing, just holding on tightly — and his other bent Jason over the counter. “You is one pretty boy, I swear. When I saw yo’ ass bouncin’ and jumpin’ up and down, I just ‘bout lost control, sweetheart. I bet you get big niggas runnin’ up to you on the street to bend you over and fuck ya. I bet no one can resist yo’ ass, boy.”
“Well…” Jason giggled. “It’s not as common as you might think.”
“You gonna cry when I fuck you?”
“Good,” Ratty said. “You wanna suck my dick now?”
“Yeah…” Jason’s voice was weak and strained.
“Do it then, nigga. Ain’t no time like the present,” he said. He was leaning forward, virtually on top of Jason. So when Jason tried to sink to his knees, he had to rub himself against the entire front of Ratty’s body. He dropped to his knees, crammed into the tiny space between Ratty and the counter behind the bar.
Ratty smelled a little funky. It was, Jason assumed, the smell of prison — though he knew Ratty had showered, he had told the others how much he enjoyed his first shower as a free man — clinging to his skin. He undid the fly of Ratty’s jeans and his giant veiny cock popped out.
Jason intended to tease him a little bit. He stuck his tongue out and got a few tastes of its salty savoriness, but he didn’t actually lick it yet. He thwacked it over his face and giggled at Ratty letting out a moan.
But Ratty didn’t let Jason delay it for long. He leaned against the bar-counter and jammed his cocktip right into Jason’s mouth. He grunted and took off his shirt.
“Yeah, boy, suck it deep, you got such pretty lips… Lemme see them lips.” He pulled his dick out and smiled down at Jason as he smacked his lips. He rubbed his dick over Jason’s lips. Then he fed his dick back down Jason’s throat, slowly but firmly. “Look me in the eye when you suck my dick, boy.”
His cock twitched, making Jason sputter, but Ratty cooed and patted his cheek. He squeezed Jason’s face just a bit, enough to get Jason’s attention. He repeated his command to look him in the eye.
Jason managed to make eye contact with intense focus. He couldn’t breathe, and the flavor of Ratty’s cock assaulted his senses, but Jason loved forcing himself to look up while Ratty slowly drilled his dick in deeper. Ratty had deep, dark eyes. Though the rest of his face was stony and menacing, Jason could sense a deep caring kindness in his eyes.
“Open that throat up, sweetheart,” he said. “When I pull my dick out to give you a breath in a minute-“ He spoke softly and evenly without breaking the rhythm of his penetration. “-I’ll give you five seconds. That alright? You want more time?”
Jason just nodded. He didn’t entirely understand what Ratty was asking because he was too focused on sucking cock, but he trusted Ratty to make the decision. Ratty nodded back at him.
He pulled his dick out, and held Jason’s head firmly in place with Ratty’s cock right in front of the mouth. Jason gasped hoarsely for air. Ratty silently counted using his fingers. He held up all five fingers on his left hand right in front of Jason’s face, then counted down until all his fingers were down and there was just a fist hovering in front of Jason’s face.
Then he rammed his dick right back in. Jason moaned as the flavor of Ratty’s unwashed musk hit him all over again. This time, his dick was slick with precum, its salty taste coating Jason’s tongue and making him gurgle for more.
“Good boy, good boy…” Ratty leaned his head back, both of his hands on Jason’s scalp to keep him in place. “There you go, you got my balls on yo’ chin. Ain’t a proper blowjob if you don’t got balls on yo’ chin.” He lifted himself up and down with his ankles, rubbing his balls against Jason’s chin.
Ratty repeated that cycle a few times. He told Jason what to do every step of the way. He pointed to specific spots on his cockshaft he wanted Jason to lick — he especially liked it when Jason’s tongue traced the outline of the veins that ran up and down his dick. When he fucked Jason’s throat for a minute or so, he gave him five seconds to breathe, counting down with his fingers; he didn’t do that in a harsh or threatening way, more like he was very concerned with efficiency and didn’t want to waste any time on breathing that wasn’t necessary.
Eventually, however, he switched to rubbing his entire crotch over Jason’s face — Jason just kept his mouth open and his tongue out, and Ratty made sure he licked every part of his cock and balls.
“You ready for me to destroy that hole, sweetheart?” Ratty said with a low rumbling growl.
“Yes, papi, please-“
“Oh shit, sweetheart, don’t call me papi in that girl-voice, it makes me so hot I can’t stop myself. You might never walk straight again if I keep hearin’ that,” Ratty said. He bristled, shifting his weight back and forth as Jason very slowly stood. Jason licked a trail up Ratty’s bare chest muscles. Then he dramatically hesitated as he undid his belt. Ratty licked his lips and flared his nostrils, watching like it was the climax of a movie he had been waiting years to see.
When Jason’s ass was finally bare, Ratty gripped both cheeks with callused fingers. Jason twitched and moaned as soon as Ratty’s dick touched his asshole. Jason had a tube of lube behind the bar, which he gave to Ratty — Ratty seemed to be intending on using nothing but his own spit as lubricant, which Jason assumed was normal in prison but wasn’t going to fly here. Ratty had a huge horse-cock that Jason wasn’t about to take without lube.
“Open that ass, sweetheart, lemme in.” Ratty growled again.
Even with lube, there was a twinge of pain when Jason first accepted it. Though Ratty carried himself like he was going to ram it in as agonizingly as possible, he was actually very gentle. The first inch or so of his cock slid in and Jason twitched. He grunted and Ratty stopped moving.
“You tell me when you ready, sweetheart. I just stand here waitin’,” he said. He stood with his legs a little bit apart, arms at his sides like a soldier at attention. His cocktip throbbed in Jason’s ass.
Soon, Jason felt himself relaxing, and he slid himself back farther. Ratty kept his arms at his side as long as he could, then when he moaned and shuddered with pleasure, Ratty’s hands flailed above Jason’s back. Finally Ratty crossed his arms over his chest.
“Back up on it, sweetheart, back up on it,” Ratty said with a snort. He watched Jason back all the way up on his massive dick, moaning and groaning with every inch slipping into his tight hole.
Finally Jason felt Ratty’s pubic hair rub against his ass. Jason moaned, scarcely able to believe that he had taken an entire foot of cock in his ass without much pain. The pressure was intense, but it was all pleasure, throbbing, tingling deep within him.
“Alright, boy, now you gonna get fucked,” Ratty said. He kissed Jason on the cheek. “Yo’ whole body gonna-“
If there’s a mess, Malik, use yo’ tongue to clean it up!
What’s it smell like?
An outpouring of laughter filled the air. Jason had trouble paying attention, but he saw Malik sneaking into the basement from the side door — the other thugs had collected near the door and catcalled at him; it looked like Malik had intended to sneak in and get his cell phone off the table without seeing or being seen by Jason and Ratty. But his friends now yelled and thought it was hilarious when Ratty roared at them.
“Yo, nigga, come here and lick this boy’s ass off my dick! Huh? Where you goin’?! I got goopy boy-butt all over my dick, Malik, I need you to clean it off!” Ratty yelled. He made a fist and flexed his biceps in Malik’s direction.
But Malik just grabbed all the cell phones that had been left on the table and ran out the door. His friends tried to push him back in, and there was an explosion of shouting. Eventually Malik made it back out, however, and the door slammed shut.
“Sorry ‘bout the interruption, boy,” Ratty said. “They don’t know nothin’ ‘bout romance. They’s a bunch of young pups. You want me to beat ‘em up?”
“Uh, no thanks,” Jason said, his voice softly feminine because the surprise of the encounter with Malik had caused a surge in his hormones. His heart skipped a beat, and Jason was on the verge of orgasm.
“You gonna blow yo’ nut?”
“Good… Cum in yo’ hand, okay?” He spoke directly, growlingly, into Jason’s ear. That was enough to send Jason over the edge as Ratty’s cock slammed into his prostate one more time.
Jason bucked and grunted, all of his ladylike grace vanishing as an orgasm ripped through him. Ratty groaned too and shot his load at the same time. He filled Jason’s ass with his creamy seed, his powerful muscles flexing above Jason’s back. He held Jason’s head and back tightly to keep him in position.
The most potent orgasm of Jason’s life wracked his mind and his body. Jason’s muscles twisted and flexed beneath Ratty’s pounding, and he writhed passionately as he clutched at Ratty’s muscles.
It took all of his mid-orgasm concentration, but Jason managed to shoot his wad into his cupped palm. He trembled and spilled some, however, as he accepted Ratty’s massive load deep in his ass.
“Good boy, sweetheart, you know how to do it right…” Ratty moaned softly, his breath condensing on Jason’s neck.
He was limp and spent, exhausted, using all of his strength to keep his hand full of cum elevated so he didn’t spill. Ratty spewed an incredible stream, endless like he had built it up over his years in lockup, the heat and creamy texture seeping into Jason’s body and warming up his flesh.
“Open up, lemme watch you swallow that nut, sweetheart…” Ratty said as the last few drops of cum spilled into Jason’s ass. He guided Jason’s hand to his mouth, and he watched Jason open up. Ratty tilted Jason’s palm so his entire gob of cum landed in Jason’s mouth.
Then Ratty forced Jason’s mouth shut. He watched closely, dick twitching and falling limp. Then he kissed Jason on the lips. His tongue plunged into Jason’s mouth.
That kiss lasted forever. Jason fell limp, but he was kept aloft by Ratty’s powerful arms. They both ended up on the floor there. Ratty didn’t pull out for what seemed like a long time — though Jason had no sense of time anymore, so he wasn’t sure how long it had actually been — he just laid there on the floor with Jason in a bear hug, his dick gradually limpening inside Jason’s ass.
Then he finally pulled out. By then, Jason was mostly asleep. Ratty kissed him on the back of the neck. “I won’t be here when you wake up, boy,” he said softly, “but I’ll stay here till then so you can sleep in my arms.”