Page 2 of Joey’s Trick
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T he sound of his cell phone ringing roused Joey, and he dug it out of his pocket. Without looking at the caller ID, he answered. “Waters.”
“Joey, baby!”
Joey winced and wished he’d checked the phone before he’d answered. “Hey, Vince.”
“Where are you? I went by your place, but you weren’t there.”
He could practically hear the pout. Vince Kilner was the assistant to the CEO of All-Star Formula for the last six months. Joey had made the mistake of hooking up with Vince for a couple of nights and now Vince thought it gave him exclusive rights to Joey whenever he wanted. He’d tried on more than one occasion to blow Vince off, but Vince didn’t seem to want to take the hint. Even when Joey hit him over the head with it like a sledgehammer. “Had to go out of town,” Joey grunted into the phone.
“Oh. Where to?”
Nosy fucker. “Personal business. What do you want, Vince?”
“I wanted to give you the chance to take me to dinner, baby. I miss you.”
Joey rolled his eyes. He didn’t do relationships, and he’d made that perfectly clear the night he’d fucked Vince. “I told you already, Vince, it was a onetime thing.”
“Come on, Joey, don’t be like that. We’re good together. You know you enjoyed what I did with my mouth and I can do it again.” Vince dropped his tone a few octaves, going for a seductive quality. Joey rolled his eyes. His cock didn’t respond. Even if he hadn’t been so upset after his run-in with Trick, he wouldn’t be interested.
“Look, I gotta go.”
“Wait, Jo-”
Joey disconnected the call. He dropped the cell onto the bed and fell backward, closing his eyes. Vince hadn’t helped his mood. If anything, his call had made it blacker and Joey scowled harder. He opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. Damn, he should have just made up an excuse to not come back home. He knew this was a mistake. He needed to get out of the house and away from the one man who could always make him feel like a failure, like he was back in high school and he was the same geek hero worshipping the football quarterback. Like he’d never grown up and become someone more, something more.
Pushing himself off the bed, Joey knew what he needed to get his mind off Trick. He rifled through his suitcase and pulled out a pair of tight red jeans and a black tank top before stripping off his clothing. It didn’t take but a few moments for him to redress, forgoing any underwear, and spike up his hair. A bit of black eyeliner brought out the emerald green of his eyes, so they were practically snapping in the dim light of the mirror over the dresser.
He knew he’d only just gotten to his parents’ house, but the idea of staying there while Trick was around made his blood boil and his skin itch. He dug out the pair of black boots he’d brought with him and shoved his feet in them. They didn’t take long to lace up. Then he made sure he had a condom and a small packet of lube in his wallet before he stuffed it in his back pocket and put his car key fob in his front pocket, along with his cell. Taking a quick look in the mirror, Joey considered himself ready with a slight smirk and a casual tilt of his head. He opened the bedroom door to find Anthony standing there.
“What?” Joey asked when he saw the judgmental expression on his brother’s face.
“You’re going out?” Anthony asked, eyeing Joey’s clothing and hair.
“Obviously,” Joey said, brushing past Anthony toward the stairs.
Anthony followed on his heels. “But you just got here.”
“I need to get out for a bit.”
“Joey!” Anthony said sharply.
Joey halted halfway down the stairs. “What, Anthony?”
“Don’t do this. Mom and Dad… they’ve really missed you.”
Scowling, Joey spun around to look up at Anthony. He didn’t need the guilt bullshit right now. “I’ll be back tonight. I’m not going to be gone long.”
“What happened with Trick?” Anthony asked, hitting the problem square on the head.
Joey stiffened, his shoulders tightening. “Nothing,” he snapped.
Anthony came closer, stopping on the step just above Joey. “I know it’s been a long time since we’ve been close, Joey, but we’re brothers. I hope you know you can talk to me. I saw the way he came back into the house. It was obvious something had upset him and I know he followed you outside. What’s going on?”
“Nothing is going on, Ant.” Joey easily slipped into the nickname he’d always used with his brother growing up. “I just really need some time to myself, to clear my head. I’ll be back in a couple hours. Just… cover for me, okay?”
Sighing, Anthony reached out and squeezed Joey’s shoulder. “All right, but we’re going to talk when you get back.”
Joey would have snorted and replied with a negative remark, but he needed out of there so he just gave a passive smile and a nod. “Sure, Ant.”
Turning on his heel, he sprinted down the remaining stairs, brushed past his relatives with as few words as he could when they called to him, and made it through the front door unscathed. The tension didn’t ease from his shoulders until he’d slipped into his car and started the engine. His eyes locked with Trick’s, standing in the shadows on the side of the house, as he put the car in reverse.
Joey clenched his jaw at the sight of him, but backed off of the grass without flooring it, knowing his parents would probably pitch a fit if he tore up their lawn. He could just barely discern Trick’s features and he almost thought he saw sorrow on Trick’s face, but mentally scoffed it away. As if the great Trick Harrison would ever feel anything resembling an emotion which required a heart.
Night had fallen completely and the lights from the streetlamps flashed over the windshield as Joey drove toward Wilton Manors. He didn’t know if any of the familiar places were still around, but there had to be at least one bar or club. He needed to lose himself in another warm body, to forget about the one man he’d never been able to get out of his mind, despite the time and distance he’d put between them.
Joey slammed his fist into the steering wheel as his throat tightened. Goddamn it! He’d thought he’d put all of this behind him. Five minutes in Trick’s presence and it all came flooding back; the same insecurities and the same feelings of inadequacies which had driven him to stay away from his own family for seven fucking years. How could just one glimpse of Trick almost bring him to his knees?
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 eyes adjusted 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. A snifter 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 down between 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.
Joey breathed in deep and leaned his forehead on the broad shoulder in front of him. He knew the guy wasn’t Trick, yet the fact he looked similar enough to him had caused him to lose his head. He reached down and wiped some of the lube from the condom onto two fingers before sliding those fingers between the muscular ass cheeks. Trick… no, he needed to stop. It wasn’t Trick. The stranger groaned as Joey probed at his entrance and then slid inside. Joey gave a few quick thrusts of his fingers to loosen the guy up and then pulled away to replace the digits with his cock. He pushed in slowly and evenly.
“Fuck, man. That’s a gigantic cock,” the guy groaned. “Take it easy at first.”
Joey gave a few shallow thrusts to allow his hookup to adjust and then began moving faster until he could have been trying to fuck the guy through the stall wall. He dug his fingers into the guy’s hips to hold him immobile in the onslaught of his still fiery anger. The thump of the loud music from the jukebox kept time with his hard slams into not-Trick. Joey couldn’t tell what song played right then, but he didn’t care. Not-Trick grunted and moaned, clearly enjoying the vicious fucking.
Finally, Joey felt his balls tightening as he got closer to coming. What tipped him over the edge and made him fill the condom was the sensation of Not-Trick’s hole contracting suddenly around his cock. A loud guttural groan rattled in Not-Trick’s throat and Joey knew the guy had shot his load all over the stall wall. Joey leaned his head back and sneered as he came, each hard pulse sending a shudder of gut-wrenching pleasure through him.
He collapsed against Not-Trick’s back for a moment to catch his breath. The moment his cock softened enough to pull free of Not-Trick’s hole, Joey stripped the condom, dropped it in the toilet and stuffed his flaccid dick back in his pants, carefully zipping up. “That was good. Thanks, man.”
“I wouldn’t want to be the guy you’re raging about,” Not-Trick drawled as he straightened his own clothing.
Joey shrugged and opened the stall door, exiting it and heading to wash his hands. He caught sight in the mirror of a guy standing at the urinal, staring at him. Joey smirked and dried his hands. His sexual appeal to the surrounding men made him feel good. He ignored the fact it would only temporarily fill him with confidence. Eventually the confidence waned again, and Joey would have to repeat the experience he’d just had to bring back the emotion.
Despite his outward cockiness and his megawatt smile, Joey still struggled every day with the person he used to be. Ignoring the inner voice of his previous chubby persona wasn’t easy. It would remind him of how much of a loser he used to be. How he’d been so pathetic even Trick had called him a disgusting faggot. Joey swallowed hard, forcing back the thoughts. He wouldn’t let them do that to him again.
He left the bathroom and headed toward the bar. The bartender gave him a knowing look, but remained silent except to ask, “Another drink?”
“Yeah, straight up.”
The bartender set a snifter on the bar, grabbed the same top shelf bottle, and poured two fingers. Joey tipped it back, tossed a twenty on the counter, and stood. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks. Be careful out there. Cops been watching who comes out of here lately.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
Out in the parking lot, Joey looked around casually as he walked to his car. He didn’t see any of the customary lights on top of the vehicles, so he felt pretty safe at getting into his car. Of course, he’d forgotten cops could also be in unmarked vehicles. As he backed out of the spot, he heard sirens and a red light flashed across his dash. “Fuck,” Joey swore.
This would be great to explain to his parents. He put the BMW in park and lowered the window, waiting for the cop to come to his window. “Evening, Officer,” he greeted as the guy stopped at his driver’s side. “Is there a problem?”
“License and registration please.”
Joey suppressed a sigh and took out his wallet to retrieve his license, then went to lean over to open his glove box for the registration.
“What are you doing? Hands where I can see them, sir,” the police officer demanded, hand on his holster.
Joey put his hands back on the wheel quickly. “My registration is in the glove box, Officer.”
“Keep your left hand on the steering wheel. Slowly reach over and take out the registration.”
Hiding his face as he rolled his eyes, Joey left his one hand in plain sight while unlatching the compartment. The officer shined the light into the car to ensure Joey had no weapons. Joey passed over the paper registration he had until his plates came. “It’s a new car, Officer.”
The cop grunted and looked over the paper and Joey’s license. “Says here you’re from Orlando, Mr. Waters. What are you doing down here?”
“My parents are having their wedding anniversary. Just down for a few days.”
“Have you had anything to drink?”
Joey debated on lying, but figured the police officer saw him come out of the bar. “A couple.”
“I’m going to need you to step out of the car, sir.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Get out of the car now.”
Joey turned the engine off and opened the door. He got out and waited to see what the officer intended to do.
“I’m going to need you to submit to a sobriety test, Mr. Waters. Walk in a straight line while touching your finger to your nose.”
Figuring it would be better to just do it, Joey grunted and walked with one foot in front of the other, alternating between his hands to touch his nose. When he reached a good two to three feet from his car, he turned and made his way back, repeating the motions. He dropped his arms to his side. “Am I good, Officer?”
The cop scowled. “Get back in your car, Mr. Waters. I won’t issue you a citation tonight, but I am giving you a warning. I’ll be watching for you so you better decide to not drink and drive.”
“Of course, sir. You have a good night,” Joey replied as he opened his door and got into the front seat. He watched in his mirror as the police officer stomped back to his unmarked and got back in. As soon as the officer’s car was clear, Joey continued backing out of the spot and left the parking lot, heaving a sigh of relief.
While the whiskey hadn’t been enough to get him drunk, it had left him a bit buzzed. Drinking with prospective clients over the last couple of years, Joey had learned how to mask the effect of alcohol on his system and built a high tolerance to liquor. If the cop had given him a breathalyzer test, he probably wouldn’t have passed. He didn’t want to have to explain to his parents why he’d been arrested and he’d only been back in town for a few hours.