King Cobra (Hot Rods)

chapter Four


Eli balled his fists to keep from charging into the clearing and taking a swing at the men who dared to put their hands on his best friend. But Joe’s warning rang in his mind. He had no right to interfere. He’d rejected Alanso’s advances. Given up the chance to be the man reveling in the seduction of Al’s innocent mouth on his cock.

What a f*cking moron.

Except he wouldn’t have worn some nasty f*cking condom. Alanso knew where he’d been. Hell, they’d been there together most of the time.

Jealousy burned through him, nearly as hot and bright as desire.

About the time Alanso really got into his amazing-looking blowjob, Eli unknitted his zipper and withdrew his cock. He took himself in hand, stroking in time to the uneven lunges of Alanso’s mouth on the guy they’d called Links’ shaft. The flex and play of muscles around the edges of Alanso’s T-shirt only fired him up more.

Eli wished he could feel the strength there as Alanso submitted to him. Not because he had some sick urge to lord over the guy. But because he had waited so long for Alanso to trust that his friends would always care for him, wounded or not. Once and for all, maybe he’d believe that none of his friends would ever choose to leave him behind.

Yet, in some ways, wasn’t that exactly what he’d done by refusing to walk beside his best friend on this journey?

His cock wilted for a split second until Alanso’s science project lost his control. The man broke, grabbing Al’s head and anchoring him in place as he rode the open, succulent mouth in front of him and shot his come into the condom in spasm after spasm of what looked like a world-class orgasm.

Eli half-expected the guy to drop dead on the spot.

He wanted to hate the bastard. But he was thankful that Links had given Alanso what he needed when Eli couldn’t. That the stranger had respected Al, taking pleasure while giving plenty in return. F*ck them.

All three of the apparent regulars now hovered around Alanso. His cheeks were darker than usual, a flush on his tan skin, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. The nice one, Phil, petted Alanso as if he were a stray dog to be tamed. Meanwhile, his accomplice shimmied those hot-as-hell jeans then a pair of bright yellow-and-black boxer briefs over Al’s trim hips and down his powerful thighs.

Eli leaned against a tree so he wouldn’t crash to the forest floor at the sight of Alanso’s dick, rock-hard. Sure, they’d shaken the ketchup bottle together plenty of times as teenagers. All of the Hot Rods except Sally had whipped it out periodically during those hormone-laden years when Roman would bring home a porno or one of the other guys had gotten lucky in the storeroom of the garage.

But he swore he didn’t remember Alanso’s cock looking like that.

It shamed Eli that he hadn’t noticed the heft and impressive girth of Alanso’s hard-on when he’d clasped it in his fist the day they’d discovered just how close the crew really was. To be honest, he’d been too mesmerized by Mike f*cking Joe and overwhelmed by the possibilities to take it all in.

Plus, if he’d allowed himself to concentrate on Alanso’s cock spewing all over his hand, he never could have returned to normal once they’d left the fantasyland of their mutual masturbation and returned to the garage. F*ck. Had he gotten this entirely wrong from the start?

Maybe he should have done exactly the opposite.

Months and months of torture could have been alleviated for them both.

Because Eli knew as he watched the three men in the grove undress Alanso—slowly yet deliberately—that he would have to do the same someday before he died. Or he’d regret it with every breath he took.

Bronze skin coated in a light sheen of perspiration glinted in the twinkling lights wrapped through the bushes. Alanso looked like a sacrifice staked out on the turf. Or maybe a god surrounded by devotees.

Eli could understand.

He leaned forward as Phil dropped down to tease Alanso’s beaded nipple and the stainless steel barbell running through it. Eli had imagined doing that no less than a thousand times and could almost guess what the heated metal would feel like on his tongue. Or against the back of his teeth as he tugged lightly on the embedded adornment.

Links tucked himself into his pants and unclipped a length of chain from one of a dozen pockets.

Eli tensed, preparing to tear all three of the f*ckers limb from limb if they so much as hurt one of the nonexistent hairs on Alanso’s head. Instead of anything sinister, Links let the length fall, heavy, onto Alanso’s biceps then drew it upward until it draped over his wrist. The implication of restraint was all that was required.

“Stay still, cariño. Let my boys treat you nice.”

As if the chain weighed a ton, Alanso obeyed, not moving a fraction of an inch. To see the fiery man yield made Eli’s dick drip. Slickness eased the shuttling of his fist over his length. Too much of that and he’d shoot all over the weeds at his feet before they’d even gotten to the juicy shit.

“Come on,” he whispered.

Alanso’s hips lifted, begging for something he likely didn’t understand. Links had no trouble diagnosing a case of unrequited desire. “Phil, put your hand on his cock. Squeeze him nice and tight. You can stroke him a little. Don’t you dare get him off yet.”

“Yes, sir.” The dude seemed to enjoy taking orders as much as he would relish being the recipient of the prescribed treatment. Eli’s cock leaked, the droplet splashing into the soil.

“And Ronnie, push those legs wide as they’ll go, considering our slut still has his pants around his ankles and those hot f*cking motorcycle boots on. I bet you really ride, don’t you?”

Alanso nodded. His eyes scrunched closed as his new cohorts assaulted him with pleasure. Knees splayed, soles of his feet touching, he gave them plenty of room to operate.

“That’s it.” Links tweaked Alanso’s other nipple before returning his hand to Al’s head and stroking him lightly enough to belie his gruff commands. “Now, Ronnie, get your face in those balls. Don’t be prissy either. F*cking slather them with your tongue. Soak him. Let your spit run down his crack. Get his hole nice and drenched.”

Eli thought someone had knocked the wind from him. What if they tried to f*ck Alanso? Was he ready for that? Would they hurt him?

Could Eli stand by and watch them penetrate his best friend?

Something in him roared. That right should have been his.

Except he’d wasted the opportunity.

If he could do it all over…

Alanso writhed when Ronnie slurped his sac into his mouth and pulled lightly. Phil’s fingers rhythmically squeezed and released Alanso’s cock, teasing the bottom of his fat head.

From his outpost, Eli could detect the flaring of Alanso’s nostrils. A tiny smear of blood emerged on his lip when he gnawed a section between his teeth. Probably trying his damnedest not to shoot.

Phil took it upon himself to nuzzle Alanso’s belly. The chiseled abs couldn’t have provided much pillow for the slender man’s cheek. He watched up close and personal as his buddy followed instructions. Ronnie buried his nose beneath Alanso’s heavy cojones. He went to town on the sensitive spot between the delicate orbs and Al’s ass.

In the moonlight, Eli watched saliva drip toward the shadows between Alanso’s thighs. He imagined the impromptu lube coating his rear entrance.

“Just do it already,” Alanso barked.

The desperation in his directive startled Eli. Who could resist that invitation? Apparently, he had. What a f*cking idiot. Why had he done that again?

He swore he couldn’t remember a valid f*cking reason.

Not one.

But he’d had so many.

Hadn’t he?

Shit, this was bad.

“You’re not ready to be f*cked.” Links squashed the flicker of hope in Ronnie’s eyes. He almost seemed to glance in the direction of Eli’s hiding spot. King Cobra froze, his hand grinding to a halt on his cock.

Until the older man returned his laser intensity to the guys he orchestrated once more.

“Don’t tell me what I can take.” Alanso practically spit at them. “I’ve had enough of other peoples’ judgments on my sex life. If I say I want to be f*cked, that’s what I want. What does a guy have to do to get a dick in his ass? Me cago en diez! Doesn’t anyone want me?”

Eli tipped forward. The hand not cradling his erection landed on his knee for support.

The plea sliced through his guts like a rusty knife.

He deserved a thousand more cuts if he’d inflicted that clear pain on Alanso without even realizing it. Of course that’s what Alanso would assume. That he was unwanted. Again. Shit. F*ck. Damn.

“You come back in two weeks, you’ll have all the cock you can handle. Including mine.” Links shook Alanso’s shoulder. “After you’ve worn a plug a few days and maybe tried a smaller toy. No way am I letting your first time rip you up so you decide you don’t like it. Sorry, cariño. You’re going to have to settle for Ronnie’s finger tonight.”

“Argh. Fine. F*ck. Something. Whatever. Now. Please.” Alanso had abandoned all semblance of grace. Raw desire ripped through the glade. The threat of a forest fire was high as he scorched everything, and everyone, around him with his passion.

“A little treat to warm you up.” A smile tipped up one corner of Links’ mouth. “Ronnie is great with his tongue.”

“Down there?” Alanso’s eyes widened.

Eli would have chuckled if he weren’t so afraid of ruining the moment or causing an accidental misfire. Riding the edge of arousal, he couldn’t take much more stimulation. The sights and sounds were nearly enough alone.

“You have no idea…” Phil petted Alanso, keeping him mostly in place when Ronnie’s tongue licked a path from his balls to his ass.

“Dios Mío! Dios! Dios!” To hell with stealth. The park rang with Alanso’s prayers. For more, Eli was sure.

Moist slurps accompanied the stream of mangled Spanish spilling from the guy who surrendered to his fantasies. So fast and furious, Eli couldn’t keep up. He got the gist of the litany as Ronnie wiggled his face between those tight cheeks.

“I can feel him getting harder, Links.” Phil paused his manipulation of Alanso’s cock. The skin there had passed blush and moved on to an almost-painful-looking purple. “Don’t disappoint him. He’s not going to make it much longer.”

“Go ahead.” The man nodded to Ronnie. “Work your pinky in him.”

“No. Bigger.” Alanso gasped.

“Fine. You stubborn little maricón.” Links shook his head with an affectionate grin on his face. “Give him your middle finger, Ronnie.”

Alanso grunted when the man between his legs wasted no time in complying. A hiss escaped his clenched jaw and the white teeth he bared.

“Take it.” Links didn’t cut him any slack. “You’re going to get what you wanted. And then some, I think.”

There it was again, a peek in Eli’s direction. Shit!

Stopping then would have been impossible. He choked up on his cock and refused to break his stare. Not from Links and certainly not from the gorgeous sight of Alanso’s awakening.

“Damn, he’s tight.” Ronnie grunted. “Been a long time since I had an ass like that.”

“Hey.” Phil shot him a glare.

“No worries, I like your ass plenty.” He beamed up at his partner. “In fact, I’m about to show you how much. Give me two minutes.”

“More like thirty seconds,” Links amended.

“If that.” Phil returned his attention to Alanso. He waited until Ronnie signaled him with a nod.

“I’m in as far as I can go.” He glanced up at the other two guys. “Gotta really work.”

“Good.” The encouragement spurred all three men to please Links more. “Ronnie, f*ck him. Nice and slow. In and out all the way. Phil, lean in closer. You know you like a nice facial. I bet this is going to be the best you’ve had. Start tugging on him. Just a little.”

Alanso made noises Eli had never heard from him. Not even the time an entire case of motor oil had toppled from a cabinet and smooshed his hand between it and the frame of a vintage Corvette, breaking several bones in the process.

“That’s right, cariño.” Surprisingly tender, Links encouraged Alanso to surrender. “You’re safe here. Let it all out. We understand. No one’s going to make you hide again, are they?”

“No!” Alanso roared into the night.

Phil’s hand rippled along the shaft in his grip and Ronnie went double time.

They all held their breath for a split second. Then Alanso exploded. He screamed, “Eli! Sally!”

And those two little words ripped Eli apart from the inside out.

He shuddered and his cock lurched. His balls felt as though they might flip inside out, they drew so tight to his frame.

The iron tang of blood flavored his mouth. He kept silent despite the tsunami of pleasure, longing and fear laying waste to everything in its path, leaving his insides hollow. His future uncertain. Jet after jet of come poured from him, shooting hard enough from his dick to get lost in the brush.

They came together, even if Alanso didn’t know it.

All along, Alanso shuddered. His body jerked as though he’d been electrocuted. He shouted, cursed, prayed, gave thanks and supplied inarticulate expressions of his ultimate relief.

The sight brought Eli to his knees.

His head hung. Moisture scorched his eyes.

He’d reduced his best friend to yielding to a stranger’s touch. This couldn’t possibly be right. And now he’d probably f*cked things up beyond repair. Struggling to get his breathing under control, he listened to the men emerging from their trance, less than ten feet away.

“I wondered for so long. But shit, I never imagined it could be that good.” Alanso threw one arm over his face. His chest billowed as if he’d unloaded the entire week’s supply shipment by himself, in record time.

If Eli didn’t know better he might have thought he saw the sheen of tears in Al’s eyes before he obscured them.

“Welcome to our world.” Phil rubbed Alanso’s shoulder. “You did great for your first time. If you find yourself in the neighborhood again…”

Eli regained his feet and took a few steps forward, unable to stay away. No. Next time it would be his finger in Alanso’s ass. Or better yet, his cock.

“Thank you,” Alanso murmured. He deflated as if every bone in his body melted in the wake of his release. How tightly had he been strung that Eli hadn’t even realized…

“So, who’s Eli?” Phil asked quietly. “And Sally?”

“Huh?” Alanso peeked from below his arm, blinking out of his daze.

“You called for them when you busted.” He smiled softly. “Whoever they are, I hope they figure out how lucky they are before it’s too late.”

“I know.” Eli cleared his throat.

Alanso shot up like a rocket. He scrambled to draw his clothes into place.

Links, Phil and Ronnie formed a wall between him and Eli. The man could win over even the toughest crowds in a matter of minutes. Jesus, he was amazing. And he didn’t get it. Never had fully.

“It’s okay, guys. He’s a friend.” Alanso cleared his throat. “My best friend.”

Eli hated how Alanso cowered when he approached. He didn’t hesitate to offer a hand. He hated looming over the guy.

When Al’s chocolate gaze flicked upward from Eli’s boots, it paused. His pupils dilated even further than the night had mandated.

Eli glanced down and spotted a thick, pearly strand of come he must have launched onto the thigh of his jeans. Shit.

Alanso reached up. He hesitated, as if Eli might run again, before touching the tip of one finger to the wet line. He swiped a trace of the fluid from the leg of Eli’s pants and brought it to his mouth. A purr escaped from his throat as he tasted Eli’s desire.

“Can we talk about this at home?” Alanso gained his feet and stared directly into Eli’s eyes. He didn’t blink once as Eli tried to put everything he felt into words yet failed miserably.

All he could do was nod his head.

When a couple of creases appeared at the corners of Alanso’s eyes, Eli reacted on instinct. He thrust his hands out and cupped the shorter man’s cheeks. He drew the guy to him and crashed their mouths together.

Their teeth clicked once before they found their rhythm, both used to leading. Alanso whimpered into Eli’s mouth. He couldn’t help but try to soothe the frantic questions he’d unintentionally inspired.

Eli forced himself to slow down. For Alanso’s sake. He used every sliver of self-control he had to harness the energy sparking between them as if they stood at the center of an enormous Tesla coil.

Tempering urgency with richness, he glided his mouth over Alanso’s.

The vague mint taste didn’t stop Eli from detecting the distinct zest of his best friend. Or the delicious flavor of the promise they sealed with their very first kiss.

How different it was to make out with a guy. This man.

And yet the same.

But way better than anything he’d felt before.

They made a few more passes of lips over lips. Until Eli’s lungs burned and the edges of his vision turned blacker than the night could account for.

Reluctantly, they split. Alanso’s mouth made one last bid for attention, nipping Eli’s lower lip as he retreated.

They stared at each other.

“I’m sorry,” Eli breathed against Alanso’s mouth, hating the remnants of latex he tasted on his friend’s lips. “I’ll make this right. I swear.”

“Hijo de puta, you’d better,” Alanso snarled before stepping away, a glint of mistrust in his eyes.

“I guess this means we won’t be seeing you again.” Phil kicked a rock idly.

“I hope not.” Alanso grinned and fist bumped Links before jogging up the hill toward his bike. He called over his shoulder, “Thanks.”

Eli groaned. It was going to be a long ride home, watching that tight ass fly down the road in front of him.