Page 135 of Devil’s Disciples

I paused, and scanned the men’s faces. Wide-eyed, they sipped their beers, ate their Chex Mix, and stared back at me.

“She looked at it, looked up at me, and popped her neck from side to side like she was preparing to wrestle a fuckin’ Alligator. Then, she popped her knuckles, got ahold of it, and guided the tip into her mouth, real slow. Then, get this, fellas. She fuckin’ winks at me.”

Reno gave me a puzzled look. “That’s it? That’s your story?”

“No, motherfucker,” I complained. “Just like I said a minute ago. Keep your yap shut, and I’ll tell you what happened.”

He gave me a shitty look. “Well, you keep stopping.”

“I’m pausing for effect.”

“You’ve got everyone’s attention. Quit stopping, and tell your fucking story.”

“And, hurry the fuck up with it,” Baker said. “We need to get this meeting underway.”

I let out a deep sigh and then looked the men over. “Okay. So, she’s got the tip of my dick in her mouth, and she winks at me. I’m looking down at her, wondering what she’s got planned. You know, wondering what that wink is all about. Then, all of a sudden, she just swallows it. All the way to my nuts.”

“No practice strokes or nothing?” Reno asked.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

He swallowed hard. “Damn.”

“Damn’s right.” I took a step back and lowered my hands to my waist. “So, I’ve got her head in my hands, and I’m fucking her throat like it’s a pussy. I’m pounding my stiffy in and out of her mouth and watching my nuts slap against her bottom lip. This bitch never coughs, gags, or says one fucking word. Just takes it like it’s her job. Next thing I know, I’m getting ready to bust a nut, and I asked her where she wants it. I’m thinking she’s gonna want me to blow it on those big titties, but that’s not what she said.”

“What’d she tell you to do with it?” Reno asked excitedly. “Did she take it on the face?”

“She wanted it down her throat,” I said. “So, I fucked her mouth for another fifteen minutes or so, and then I busted a nut down her throat. After that, we had a glass of wine, and she said I could stop by any time I wanted for another blowjob.”

He gestured toward my pocket. “Show me a picture of her.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I didn’t take her fucking picture, you perv. Is that how you do it in Texas? Snapping pics of chicks with dicks in their mouths?”

“Why not? I keep pictures of all the chicks I bang. Like trophies.”

“Well, I’m not from Texas.” I tapped the tip of my finger against my temple. “My trophies are right up here.”

“Still doesn’t explain why you haven’t whacked off since Saturday,” Goose said.

“Well, I was saving up my cum for the next time I stopped by her place for a little deep throat action. I was going to plaster her pretty face with it. But now that Tito says that isn’t possible, I guess I’ll just whack off in the bathroom after the meeting.”

“Whack off at home,” Baker said flatly.

I let out a laugh. “I whack off in there every Wednesday.”

“Since when?” he asked.

“Since forever.”

“God damn it,” Ghost said. “I wash my hands in there.”

“I don’t spray the shit all over the bathroom,” I said defensively. “I come in the toilet. The sink’s clean.”

“You stroke your dick with your hand, and then you touch the faucet with the same hand,” he said. “Just as well be touching the handles with your dick. I don’t like the thought of having another dude’s dick matter on my hands.”

“You touch your dick with your hand when you piss, and then you touch the faucet. I’m not complaining about that, am I? There’s dick matter all over the place.”

“I sit to piss,” he said. “My hand never comes in contact with my dick. It’s a much cleaner operation, all around. Keeps all the dick butter from being spread all over the place.”