The Darker Side of Trey Grey (11 page)

“Sure. Why not,” I found myself saying as I tugged out my wallet. I tossed thirty bucks on the table as I stood up. “I’ve gotta use the john. I’m parked out back. Where are you?”

Justin grinned. “Cool. Out back, so we’ll meet you there.”

After a refreshing piss and thorough wash, I slipped a smoke between my lips as I headed out the ornately carved door. I walked smack into a spectacular orange and sapphire twilight like only Seattle could render. Lighting my smoke, I snapped the Zippo closed and headed towards Justin and the girls. They were leaning on a decent seventy-seven red and gold Firebird. I slid the Zippo into my pocket and whistled appreciatively. 

“Nice ride.” I liked mine better, but I respected nice car flesh.

“Thanks. I’m pretty proud of Fawkes.” He rubbed a hand down the front fender affectionately.

 
“Fawkes? Where do I know that from?” I tried to recall the familiar name. 

The girls laughed while
Justin smiled sheepishly.

“Harry Potter. It was Dumbledore’s phoenix. The movies began appearing the same time I got him
. The name stuck.” He shrugged.

I grinned and nodded. Geek. However, I
had
seen all seven of the movies. What could I say... they’re entertaining.

“Where are you parked?” Candy asked.
 

I swiveled around and pointed to kitten. The SUVs had departed, leaving her unscathed from what I could see. She now sat between an MG and a Mercedes, dominating the area aggressively. Justin made a little squeak and I thought he was going to come right there. Tammy ran over
, and laid on kitten’s rear end despite the spoiler.

“Get off her. She’s a virgin and you’re scaring her,” I yelled, trying to keep it a light rebuke. She didn’t really listen, instead rolling onto her back. She looked dreamily at me as I walked over.

“These cars always turn me on. Can I ride with you?” she asked hopefully.

“No. Not after you just said that!” I chuckled, even though I wasn’t amused.

Tammy scoffed at me, looking hurt.

“I told you kitten’s a virgin. She has a reprobation towards sex.”
 

She mulled that over for a moment, and I could actually see the dust her mind kicked up as it tried to gain another gear.

“You’ve never had sex in your car?” Tammy asked.

I shook my head. Her brow creased, and Candy blurted, “Oh my God, he’s a virgin.”
 

Justin jumped in, “Shut up, Candy, he is not a virgin. I find that rather noble actually.”
 

Candy again, “I don’t get it.”
 

Tammy stepped in front of me and gazed into my eyes with her hands planted on her hips. “Do you have an aversion to sex?” she asked soberly.

“No,” I lied. Well, not an all out lie. I only had an aversion to certain components of sex. On the rare— okay— very rare occasion, I liked the act itself, I just didn’t do well with the after-party.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Tammy, you drive Fawkes, and if it’s okay with Trey, I’ll ride with him.”
 

My insides screwed up over this.
It’s just a baby step and you need to take them
, I told myself.

“If that isn’t as empty as a glass,” Candy said, and we all glanced at her, lost. She rolled her eyes and threw her hands up. “He just wants to fuck you, Trey.”
 

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Doesn’t everybody,” I said on a sigh. “All right, Justin with me.” Then I added, “Keep your hands to yourself in my car.”

I fished out my keys as Justin tossed his behind his back to Tammy, and I heard Candy huffing all the way back to the Firebird. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
This is what normal college kids do, Trey.
Yeah, fuck it. I knew the worst that could happen and I’d deal with that later.

Once we were confined in my car, Justin’s attitude shifted. He became nervous. His leg bouncing while his eyes stayed glued to the city outside the passenger window.

“You’re about to pile drive your foot through my floor pan. What’s up?” I asked.

He began picking at a loose thread along his thigh while he kept the back of his head to me.

“You’re not really a virgin are you?” he asked slowly, and I couldn’t stop the laughter from spitting out. “I mean, I know your not, but how much experience do you have?” 

I wasn’t sure where he was headed with this, so I answered pretty damn honestly.

“More than you.”

He snorted indignantly. “I doubt that.”

“I don’t.”

He was quiet as we tailed his Firebird. Kitten rolled to a stop at a red light, and he spoke again.

“If you want to drop me off and leave, it’s okay. You don’t have to come in.” 

I grinned under my fist.
He must think I’m a good boy
.

“I’ve been to a few college parties. I’ll be fine.”
 

He moved then, whipping his head to look at me.

“This isn’t your average frat party. This group can get a little rough and you are ju-st pretty enough to cause a ruckus. You’re a nice guy and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He was serious, and seriously worried about me. How cute was that?
 

“As long as no one gets sacrificed, and thirteen year olds aren’t being fucked in dark corners, I’m good,” I said.
He shook his head but his brow remained scrunched. “Honestly, Justin, I’ve seen things that would shrivel your balls and send you running.”

“I doubt that,” he said quietly.

“I don’t,” I replied, almost as quietly.

We pulled down a long pine-needled drive to a modest grey and white rambler surrounded by a copse of firs. The scene before me didn’t appear ominous at all. People from eighteen to later-twenties wandered around outside, carrying Solo cups, bottles of beer, and other spirits. A redhead in a redder bra was thrown over a burly boy’s shoulder and both were laughing as he spun her around.

I parked next to Fawkes on the grass. Kitten was far enough away from the house I figured no one would mess with her, yet close enough I would hear her very loud alarm if anyone did. Justin and I climbed from the car, and he looked over her striped roof at me.

“Last chance, Trey.”

 Jesus, the guy was finally starting to weird me out.

“Am I going to be killed? Wind up dead somewhere?” I asked him.
 

His eyes widened just a hair. “No, nothing like that.”

“Then I’m not worried, so you can stop being creepy now.” 

I shut kitten’s door, and set her alarm. The girls were already across the deck and slipping into the house. Justin grabbed his keys off Fawkes’s roof, while I waited for him on the other side of his car watching people drinking, and being very merry in the yard. I didn’t realize Justin had come over until he shoved me against Fawkes, pinning me there. His head came down, and his tongue hit my tonsils.

I kept my hands braced behind me on the fender, letting him try to scare me, because that was exactly what he was trying to do. When he began to pull away, I took hold of his lower lip between my teeth, and forced his eyes open before letting him go.

“You did say to keep my hands off you in your car.” His eyes were challenging me. We stood two inches from each other, neither moving. We were so close I could smell vanilla, coconut, and some sort of antisepticy soap on him. It was a rather odd combo. Like a medicinal Mai Tai.

“I did, and we are no longer in my car.” My hand came forward and I grabbed his crotch tight enough to keep him from moving, but not tight enough to cause pain. I smiled at what I found there. “And if you continue to behave,” I said tauntingly, “I just might let you fuck me by the end of the night.”

I let him go, but not before stroking his length through his jeans to verify everything there was real. Oh, and it was. He flushed as he shucked in a breath.

“Now show me your little party, and get me a drink,” I said as I headed past him towards the house. The Firebird’s alarm chirped then he was beside me grinning somewhat ridiculously in my opinion.

As we entered the house he was greeted as any jock would be. The scene was unsavory and sensual all at the same time. I had basically walked into an orgy. Not my first. A quick perusal told me anything goes here.

Two men in their mid twenties shared an incredibly buxom brunette, while an enthusiastic gay boy blew an incredibly tense straight man. The guy looked in pain and didn’t appear to be enjoying the experience at all. To bad too, since the kid bent over him was reveling in the task. Deep-throating the guy while he humped his own hand with gusto. Girls on girls, boys on boys, along with straight threesomes and one mixed foursome near the couch. I didn’t see Tammy or Candy anywhere.

On a low glass table in the middle of the room sat a bowl of condoms. Next to it lines of coke waited, while a few used syringes lay in another shallow clay bowl. I recognized what this was, a sex club. I had been pimped to a few with rather loose morals during my earlier career under Willie.

Justin was watching me closely. I shoved my keys into the front pocket of my jeans and he sighed loosely, then led off to the bar set up in an overly bright kitchen. White linoleum, white walls, white everything except the oak cabinets and table. 

“What’s your poison?” He swept his hand to the bottles on the table and counter. A voluptuous girl with purple-streaked black hair sidled up to him, demanding his attention. I grabbed a bottle of Ciroc and headed back into the living room. I might as well get drunk and maybe have a good time. Setting the bottle on the floor, I shuffled out of my jacket. I shoved it behind the back of the couch near the floor
, and sat down before retrieving the bottle.

I drank and rebuffed several girls who came up to me. I didn’t miss the slightly hostile looks several patrons gave me.
To them I was an interloper but that was okay. I wasn’t here to cause a ruckus, and if I stayed unassuming, they would soon forget all about me.

I con
tinued to drink while I watched as Justin stripped down, donned a condom and began to fuck the black haired girl on the floor a few feet from me. She had a cute tattoo below her hipbone of a skull and red roses. An Ed Hardy copy I presumed.

I was sure this little act was for my benefit, so I paid attention. Why wouldn’t I? The golden boy was beautiful, and aggressive, and graceful, and surprisingly my fingers ached. I had
just wanted to fuck Freddie, but I wanted to touch Justin. It was an unusual sensation.

Justin seemed to be having trouble getting off and was soon agitated and growling at the girl.

It was painful to watch, so I leaned forward. “Justin, flip her over.”

Hi
s cheeks pinked as he paused, blinking at me. More than likely stunned I had said anything, even though he knew I was watching. He finally looked back at the girl and did what I told him to. A minute or two of rear entry with his eyes locked on me had him collapsing on a deep groan. The girl on the other hand was biting her cheek, trying to be tough and hide her shock over his use of her.

Justin rose, and without a word
he wandered down the hall out of sight. The girl recovered her composure, disappearing into the kitchen. My eyes sauntered around the room over the mounds of skin, and came to settle on a tiny blond sitting a few feet in front of me with her head bowed. She was dressed in a lacy white bra, panties, and garter. 

I tapped her with my foot. “What do you want?” I asked her.

“To give you oral pleasure,” she replied meekly. 

I worked to hide my disdain over her absurd phraseology. God, where had she matriculated from, the eighteenth century?

“All right, condom. I don’t know where your mouth has been.”

She smiled shyly, retrieving one from the bowl. Half a bottle of Ciroc and the smell of sex had awakened my libido. Watching Justin had cranked it up another notch, but I doubted this tiny thing would be able to get me off. I was willing to let her try though. The whole clean virgin thing was working for me. I took another long swig of vodka, recapped the bottle, and returned it to the floor next to the couch.

I reclined into the cushion, letting her release my half-hard dick. She fumbled with the condom then finally got it rolled on. I glanced down at her, she was blushing, and I hardened a little more. She began teasing me with her lips and tongue. She worked on me for a few minutes, her technique less than adequate, and I was getting frustrated with her.

When she went down on me, I grabbed the back of her head and pumped into her mouth. She gagged, and I pulled out then drove in again. If she offered a blow job here, she better know how to do it right. I pumped a few more times before I realized big fat tears were streaming down her face. I withdrew my cock, keeping hold of her hair as I bent down right next to her ear.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing here? You don’t belong here. Go home.” I let her go. She scrambled away, grabbing a pile of clothes on her way out the door. I peeled off the condom and shot it into the wastebasket near the entrance to the kitchen. I didn’t bother to button up my jeans.