Page 5 of Joey's Trick
Joey glanced at the thick black leather band he’d placed on his wrist before driving down from Orlando. He flicked the snaps away and allowed the band to fall into his lap. Thick swirls of black ink shaped into a circle formed a Celtic Tree of Life tattoo on his inner wrist. The art covered his biggest shame, one he’d never shared with anyone except his college roommate who’d helped him through it. Though the ink covered the scar, the ridge underneath the coloring could still be felt.
There were many times Joey ran his fingers over the blemished skin in times of stress. It had become a kind of comfort to him in a sick way, perhaps a reminder of what he’d survived somehow. He wore the wristband or a large watch whenever he was meeting clients, and in this case he’d worn it to keep his mother from getting even more upset about how many tattoos he had. He tossed it into the middle console for now and pressed down harder on the accelerator, desperate to outrace the demons of his past.
Wilton Manors, a very well-known LGBTQIA+ community, boasted many various businesses, including bars, restaurants, clubs, and clothing stores. Joey drove down Wilton Drive, frowning as he saw several of the places he’d known were gone. He passed a few new establishments, including what looked like a bar, but when he saw mostly women entering, he knew it wasn’t for him. He figured he’d see if The Cubby Hole was still around and turned onto Federal Highway.
A small smile graced his full lips when he saw the familiar front. Before he’d left for college, The Cubby Hole had been the place he’d received his first blow job in one of the bathroom stalls. He wondered if the inside remained the same as he pulled into the parking lot nearby and exited his BMW.
Locking the car with a quick press of a button on his key fob, Joey walked toward the back of the building, remembering the entrance had actually been at the rear, not the front. As his eyesadjusted in the dim lighting once inside, Joey almost grinned when he saw how nothing had changed in the last seven years. Only tables and chairs lined the floor across from the bar just after the restrooms. They had an old-fashioned style jukebox which someone had tossed a few dollars in to queue up some Guns ‘N’ Roses. A loud crack of pool balls breaking reached Joey’s ears as he made his way to the bar.
There were already several men inside despite the still relatively early hour, and Joey could feel more than one pair of eyes on him. He’d already taken stock of the men with a few flicks of his gaze. A couple of middle-aged men were at the pool table, obviously out to unwind after a day at work. Another older man, perhaps mid-to-late forties, sat at one table nursing a beer and watching one of the TVs overhead. Joey realized they were showing porn and currently one guy was in the middle of being gang banged by six guys and loving it from the looks of it.
Some guys were on the stools at the bar. Joey pegged two off-duty cops immediately, along with a couple of in the closet married guys looking to get their rocks off. He eyed one cop discreetly, finding the man rather attractive, but didn’t want to call attention to himself just yet. Or more than he had, as several men in the bar were already eyeing him. He saw a couple of guys coming out of the bathrooms, clothing disheveled, faces flushed, and Joey smirked, his cock perking up. He could almost smell the scent of fresh cum on their skin when the two men came close by to claim a table for a drink.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender asked, pulling Joey from his perusal.
“Whiskey, neat.”
“Got any ID?”
Joey bit back a snort and pulled out his wallet, flipping it open to show the bartender his age. The bartender nodded in acceptance and reached beneath the bar to pull out a glass. Asnifter appeared before him as Joey slid onto an empty stool and he immediately found the stool next to him occupied by a man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and dark brown eyes. Joey could tell he spent a lot of time in the sun from how tan his skin was. The man did nothing for Joey’s libido, though. “You new around here, gorgeous?” the man asked, as the bartender finished filling the glass.
Joey hid a grin and picked up the snifter, tossing back the contents quickly. He enjoyed the burn of the liquid as it smoothly glided down his throat and indicated for the bartender to refill his glass. “No. Lived here most of my life.”
“Never seen you at The Cubby before.”
“That’s because I haven’t been in for the last seven years.”
“Why not?” the man asked curiously.
“Been living in Orlando. Just came down for a visit.”
Joey could feel the man’s eyes travel down his body and back up again, but it wasn’t him who made every hair on Joey’s skin stand on end. At some point, a new patron had arrived, a man who took the stool on Joey’s other side, and at first, Joey had to do a double take. He thought for sure Trick had followed him, but no, the stranger just looked close enough to be Trick’s brother. Their noses weren’t the same and the latest arrival’s eyes were green instead of blue. A five o’clock shadow dusted the man’s cheeks and Joey wondered what it would feel like brushing over the sensitive skin of his thighs just before the man swallowed his cock between the moist, plump lips just above that solid chin. A dark blue, button-down, encased broad shoulders much like Trick’s and black jeans hugged long, hard thighs with a firm, rounded ass Joey would love to sink his teeth into. He flicked his tongue out along his lips to wet them, imagining tracing the curve of those cheeks with said appendage.
Lust flared in the man’s eyes, and Joey knew he’d found the warm body to lose himself in for the night. “Can I buy you a drink?” the newcomer asked.
Joey lifted the corner of lip in his trademark smile and replied, “Sure.”
He couldn’t wait to get this guy swinging from his dick. The guy was hot and he could take out his frustrations at Trick in one go. Fuck, the idea of holding Trick down and pounding into the son of a bitch made his cock harder than nails. “Whiskey, neat,” he supplied to the unknown Trick look-alike.
The man turned to catch the bartender’s attention, and Joey heard a sigh to his left. Joey glanced back at the man he’d originally been conversing with, who had a wistful look on his features. “If only I was that young and hung again.”
Biting back a laugh, Joey gave him a rueful look and tipped his head in acknowledgement before turning toward his intended conquest again. They didn’t exchange names, but rather small tidbits of polite conversation before Joey saw the subtle tilt of the head toward the restrooms. He ran his fingers along the guy’s jean encased thigh to show his willingness, stood, tossed down some bills to cover his whiskey, and sauntered toward the restrooms. He never looked back to see if the Trick look-alike followed or not.
Joey went into a stall as soon as he entered the bathroom, ignoring the guy standing at the urinals, and didn’t have to wait but five seconds before his hookup joined him. He grabbed the stranger by the lapels and yanked him into a heated kiss, his tongue jamming deep down the man’s throat.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” the guy said when they broke apart seconds later.
Joey didn’t respond, just ground against him, showing what he wanted without words. The Trick look-alike reached downbetween them and undid Joey’s pants, hissing when he realized Joey wasn’t wearing underwear. “Fuck, yeah.”
Sinking to his knees, ‘Trick’ wrapped his lips around the crown of Joey’s dick and swallowed him whole. Joey gasped and leaned his head back against the stall, uncaring that he’d started thinking of the guy as Trick, only wanting to dominate the bastard who’d made him feel so insignificant for so long. “That’s it, suck it. Suck my cock,” he snarled, grabbing the guy’s head and thrusting his hips forward.
Trick gagged, but didn’t stop his motions or try to still Joey’s movements. Spittle dripped down Trick’s chin at the harsh face fucking Joey subjected him to. Joey could feel his cum rising and despite wanting to humiliate Trick by coming on his face, he wanted to fuck him even more. He yanked his cock free from Trick’s mouth. “Stand up and drop your pants,” he demanded, taking out his wallet to grab the condom and lube.
“Damn, someone must have pissed you off,” the stranger replied as he got off the floor and did as Joey commanded.
The sight of the guy’s firm ass nearly undid Joey, and he palmed one of those glorious globes of flesh, squeezing, as he stepped in close to Trick to rub his raw cock along the crack of Trick’s bottom. He groaned at the feel and hurriedly slipped the condom over his prick, then dumped the contents of the lube packet over his sheathed length. He guided the tip toward Trick’s tight entrance and nudged at it, ready to slam forward, to make Trick pay for what he’d done to him.
“Easy, dude. I’m not the guy you’re pissed at,” the stranger snapped, dodging Joey’s attempt to breach him.