The Hardest Thing

to give our would-be assailants a perfect view of his asshole. I took his shorts from him and threw them in Bill’s face, where they landed with a satisfying splat. He flinched, but checked himself. He knew when he was beaten.
    “Now clean yourself up, kid. Get it all nice and sweet for me. You ever seen a piece of ass as sweet as that, Bill?”
    Bill said nothing, just scowled as he wiped his face.
    “What about you, Hank? You the ass man?”
    Hank smiled. “Uh, yeah. It’s a pretty ass.”
    “So come on, Bill,” I said, “what’s your position on the team? You like to watch while Hank gets his dick sucked? That how you get off?” I kept my tone friendly. One hostile move from Bill and he’d be singing soprano.
    He wheezed, “Fuck you,” from the floor, while Hank dabbed bits of vomit off his jacket.
    “Fuck me? I don’t think so. Now, if you wanted to fuck anyone, you could do a lot worse than my friend Jody here.” I ran a hand over his creamy smooth ass. “Best I’ve had in a long, long while. Wha’d’ya think, Hank?”
    Hank was staring, licking his lips, his attention wandering from his stricken friend to Jody’s perfect backside.
    “He likes to get fucked?”
    “You bet. Don’t you, Jody?”
    “Yeah.” Jody caught my tone and wriggled his hips lasciviously. “I love it.”
    “Sure is pretty.” Hank’s voice was hoarse. I guess he didn’t get much pussy, male or female, without the
use of force. He wasn’t bad looking—no great conversationalist, that’s for sure, but he’d make a serviceable husband.
    “Wanna piece?” said Jody, standing over them. He was half hard now; only a minute or two ago he was cowering terrified in the corner of the bathroom. That boy’s libido never ceased to impress me.
    “Yeah.”
    “Now hold it just a moment,” I said. “We don’t want to upset old Bill, do we? He doesn’t like queers. Ain’t that right, Bill?”
    Bill sat on the floor and said nothing.
    “Maybe he just never met the right guy,” said Jody. “Someone who could show him how.” He reached around my waist and undid the top of my shorts. “Like my friend here.” He opened my fly and exposed the base of my cock. “He’s a very good teacher.”
    Hank was openly rubbing his crotch. Bill, while not exactly smiling, had stopped scowling.
    “It’s okay, Bill,” I said. “The door’s locked, remember? Anything you do is just between the four of us.” Jody pulled my prick out and stroked it a few times; it was quickly hard.
    “I ain’t queer,” said Bill.
    “And I’m Britney Spears,” said Jody, and pulled my shorts down. I felt his hard cock against my hairy ass.
    “Tell you what,” I said, “I’m willing to cut you guys a deal. You play nicely, you’ll walk out of here. Any more of your shit, and you leave in an ambulance.” My cock was fully hard now. “What’s it to be?”
    “Suck him, dude,” said Hank. “Come on.”
    With a decent show of reluctance, Bill hauled himself
to his knees. Maybe he’d been waiting for an opportunity like this, when it wouldn’t be his choice, his fault. Maybe he’d been antagonizing queers in gas station restrooms for months, hoping to find someone who’d turn the tables. If so, he’d found what he was looking for. I took hold of his bristly chin and made him look up. He was an ugly fucker compared to Jody, even compared to Hank, who wasn’t exactly model material, but underneath that shitheel exterior there was a perfectly good cocksucker just waiting to break out. “Now then, Bill,” I said, stroking his lower lip with my thumb, “you’re going to suck this dick, and you’re going to suck it good. You try to bite me, I break your arm. Understand?”
    He looked me in the eye and nodded.
    “Good man.”
    And then he did the thing that convinced me I was right. He closed his lips over my thumb and ran his tongue over it.
    He was ready. I let him nurse on my thumb for a moment, then put my hand on the back of his head. He knew what that meant and opened wide. I waved my cock in his face, but he was impatient. He steadied it with one hand and took the head in his mouth. His tongue flicked over my piss slit, and his lips moved down.
    It felt good. No awkward blocking with the teeth. He’d done this before, plenty of times, in different bathrooms, perhaps, and with different accomplices.
    While I pushed Bill’s head down on my dick, Jody was eyeing up the big blond giant. I knew he’d noticed the bulge in