Page 9 of Hidden Desires
Fuck, he missed being drunk.He needed to make more time to get out and get shit-faced. He was only thirty-three, for crying out loud. Youth and beauty only last so long.
“Come, this way. We do shots,” Nikolai ordered, grabbing Blade by the arm and pulling him toward a table full of booze.
Blade gladly followed and nodded thanks when his Russian friend passed him a shot glass filled to the rim. Russians didn’t believe in wasting time. They were direct and efficient and knew the quickest way to get someone drunk was to fill up each glass and not waste space with mixes.
The time had come. His liver was going to hate him in the morning.
They spent the next two hours drinking and smoking cigars. They even refereed an amateur UFC match that broke out between Midas, one of their biker bros, and Jet, one of the locals who owned the hardware store.
Jet won.
It was sometime after three a.m. when Blade found himself following Nikolai and his three chicks upstairs and into the primary bedroom.
Bikers didn’t fuck in no spare bedrooms or double beds. They only whipped it out in the largest rooms with the biggest beds in the big house.
Giggling, the girls fell onto the bed, tits flopping around as they waited for their biker dicks to join them.
There was something to be said about biker dudes and their dicks. If you wanted to get fucked until you couldn’t see straight, you needed to spread your legs for one of the Shadow Vipers.
A Viper orgasm was legendary and a rite of passage for many in town.
Standing next to the door, Blade watched as Nikolai tore off his shirt, then yanked his jeans down to his ankles.
The man turned around, cock hard as steel, before spreading his arms wide and falling back on the bed between the three women waiting for him.
Jesus Christ. The man had the biggest dick Blade had ever seen.
It wasn’t his first time seeing the man naked and hard. In fact, it was kind of their thing—having threesomes and foursomes whenever out partying.
It had started as a welcome gift from Nikolai when Blade first joined the crew. It was a way for them to “bond” and for Nikolai to “show him how it’s done.” Then it happened a second time, and a third. And somehow, now, it was kind of their thing.
Guys in the crew joked about it, claiming that both of them were secretly bi, and this was their way to enjoy dick without actually sticking one in their mouth.
Nikolai just called them jealous, envious that they didn’t have his balls bouncing around in their face during sex. He apologized to them all, but Blade was the lucky candidate he had chosen to experience the honor of seeing his ball slaps.
Yes, their friendship was unconventional, but so was his life.
Jesus.
No matter how many times he joined his buddy in bed, he was always shocked to see just how big the Russian pipe really was.
“Oh wow! I heard it was big.” One of the women gasped as she licked her lips and rubbed her hand across Nikolai’s chest.
“Don’t be scared, ladies. I’ll be gentle when I work my way in.”
All three women giggled.
The Russian bouncer sure knew how to get a woman excited.
Speaking of excited, Blade looked down at his crotch and wondered why his buddy wasn’t bursting through his jeans?
Usually, his dick was always raring to go. Day or night. Summer or winter. Give him an available hole and a willing participant, and his dick was always ready for action.
Well, that’s not really true. Or it used to be, until recently, anyway.
“Are you going to stand there all night and watch how a real man fucks a woman? Or are you going to jump in and start licking my balls?” Nikolai asked, joking about the licking his balls part.
At least Blade hoped he was.
