The New Chicago Fires
If you not whatever your country says you should be, then bugger off. This story has not been proofread, spell checked or edited. Just a really quick story I wrote in a couple hours that I'd figure you all would enjoy. Many of the spelling "errors" are simply to inhance the narrative such as "comin" or "shoulda". I am much more interested in a critique of the peice itself and not my grammer.
I don't know when this takes place, probably the 1920's to give you an idea of scenery. I haven't considered writign a sequel but I might in the future.
Enjoy!
Chicago. Not exactly the brightest and happiest place to have been back in the day. The day's where the families owned everything. Now, when I say family I don't mean no ma and pa two and a half kids in the suburbs sorta thing. These are the families that run everything legal from car shops to clinics and the slightly more secret things like the hooker market to the gun smuggling rackets down by the docks.
You could see the families sorta like children fighting, hitting each other back and forth, startin rivalries but using bullets and espionage to work things out you get it?
Now let me get down to business. I'm standin here in front of the head of the Lazero family, the Tony Lazero himself givin me a lecture about how to hold a gun in a fight. See, I'm supposed to be the guy to protect his youngest son when he goes to bars and clubs that sorta thing. Now his son, Andy is known all over town for bein a fairy. Now I don't mean like wings and a wand, I mean he likes to have sex with men. considering the times that's not really that acceptable. But he's the son of one of the most powerful mob bosses in Chicago, so no one would dare to even think of hitting him up because of it.
The Lazero's are a bunch of dogs. Mostly pure bred Beagles, but by lookin at em you'd say that there's probably a fair bit of Husky in there too, but if you'd ever say it they'd probably be the last words you'd say. Andy has the looks of one, but his fur is much more lighter and solid. Probably a bastard but you didn't hear it from me.
Anyway. Back to how I got landed in front of Tony Lazero with plans of taken his youngest out for a few drinks.
I had to literally help rob a bank to land this job. It was the best way I could earn his trust and climb higher on the ladder. Unfortunately, higher on the ladder means going from hired goon to guard dog.
The funny thing is I'm only doin this for the DiFrancio's. They're the Lazero's rival family and it's the strongest rivalry in Chicago. I mean the kind where they'd shoot at each other in broad day light given the chance, and they often do before police arrive. The plan is for me, an outsider to the city, to come it and infiltrate Lazero's businesses. An inside job. If I get in trouble I'm one phone call away from being rescued guns-a-blazin.
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I can't believe... I forgot to mention. I'm Mitch. Just a run o'the mill grey wolf. Nothing particularly special to mention 'sides whats already been said.
Anyway, I'll try to make this quick.
So I take Andy out to this swing club first. He didn't want to go anywhere else yet, and how do you say no to a mob boss' son? He dances for a bit, I just do my job and watch out for any trouble, but none never comes. Right as I drop my guard however, Andy shows up right next to me, and starts ordering all these drinks.
"Who are those for?" I says. "You meet somebody?"
"They're for me silly!" And he starts downing these drinks one at a time, with barely any time in between to breath. I'm just sitting there with my half drunken pint staring at this guy take on at least 3 martini's, 4 beers and 6 shots. In one sitting. On my bill I might add.
"Jesus Christ."'s the only thing I manage to say.
"When you get around as much as I do.... I think...its time for.... an...n...new BAR!" he shouts suddenly hammered off his ass. So we spend the rest of the night bar hopping and repeating the above scene.
So by the end of the night he's drank at least his weight it alcohol, and I'm basically carrying him to my car to take him home for the night.
He's saying the craziest things on our way there too, "You have SUCH nice... chest mister Mitch...." And meanwhile he's more focused on trying to feel up my shirt then he is on walking. "Peeple wonder why I have sex with... the people..... izz becuz I know all the riiight buttons to press! And there aint no whore that can out..... whore... whores... Some people are very mean to me... izza good thing I got you and your chest to protect me from.... people....my daddy..... don't tell him I said this stuff.... I just want to help the.... fff.....people!"
I finally get him in the back seat. I just drive. He just talks. And talks. And talks. I'm wondering if he ever sleeps. As we pull into his drive way, he decides to ruin this precious moment by throwing his hand on my neck from the back seat and saying, "you know... you're just a good...bod....listener...." And from what I can tell, he dozes off.
I manage to juggle his limp body up his porch and into his house. I sit him down on the couch and get him a glass of water. I come back to hear his snoring, so I sit down next to him and put the glass down. I consider going home, but Lazero said I can't leave his house till morning. Damn it.
I'm sitting there wondering of what the hell I'm supposed to do until morning when Andy, either in his sleep or had his eyes closed leaned over and hugged my chest. My face red, he just leans on me until I'm in a somewhat laying position. His head ended up somewhere close to my abdomen.
Now I know how this starts, but as of right now I don't know who finished it. If it was Lazero pissed right the fuck off that his son was a fairy or if it was DiFrancio just hitting up his rival sons place, not knowing that I was inside.
Anyway.
So I'm laying there and I don't know what the fuck. I think the temperature rose in the room because I was suddenly sweatin like a murderer on death row. Of course I didn't realize what I was doing till it was too late. A rather large tent was growing about a few inches from where Andy's head was. I blame the heat.
I don't know if it was the tent, the sweat, my scent or my sudden nervousness, but Andy is suddenly awake and apparently sober enough to bring himself on top of me and lays one on me. I was amazed of what a great kiss that was. Feeling his muzzle meet mine, all I could think of was closing my eyes and focusing on the guy on top of me. He managed to sneak his tongue into my mouth, but I'm too dazed to really care, I just go along with it.
He reached down and slowly unzipped my pants, providing some relief of my predicament while I continue to twist my tongue around his. His hand is rubbing up and down the tent in my boxers. I stop and stare at him. All he does is smiles and takes off his shirt, then mine. After that he sneak kissed me again as he rolles down his pants and tosses them on the ground, then mine on the table.
So there we were. too naked men fully erect, tongue wrestling on a mob bosses sons couch. As we continues to kiss, I felt his dick start to rub against mine, grinding them together, and it felt amazing to feel his shaft along mine.
My hands were exploring his thin build, his just holding my head in place. His dick leaks pre on mine and lubes us up a bit, making the experience all the more pleasurable.
Finally he stops, sits up and says, "Wanna see what a fairy can do?" Speechless I watch as he shifts down to my crotch and starts to lick. He takes the whole damn thing into his mouth and I gasp in a startled pleasure.
Now I've gotten blow jobs before but never like this. He knew exactly what to lick, when to suck, I never once felt his teeth, and the way he played with my balls, just amazing. I came rather quickly, but I'll never admit it twice. I just never had a sexual experience like that. He took some of it in his mouth, but a little got on his face, I leaned in and licked it off for him, tasting my own spunk for the first time.... wasn't that bad. He takes my mouth again with his and I taste myself even more.
"You're waay better then my last body guard..."
I guess the alcohol kicked back in because after that kiss he sorta just... laid there, back asleep. His face buried in my chest as I recover from what just happened.
Holy shit....
I was just sucked off by Lazero's youngest son.
And I loved every second of it.
Now, remember a little back, I mentioned how this ends? Well it aint pretty. We stayed there the rest of the night, I couldn't fall asleep, somethin just didn't feel right. Of course by that time I smelt smoke. I realized that the house was set on fire from the outside.
I think it must have been a microphone somewhere, or maybe they'd been waiting when we'd got home and asleep, or maybe they just drove by with a couple of molitov cocktails, but this was definitely a hit.
It was a really fast blur looking back, but somehow, I managed to get my pants on, his pants on and jump us through the back window in time to see the house collapse. I had no idea what to do or who to call, so I just took him back to my place. Stupid bastard slept through the whole ordeal he was so hung over.
Like I said before, it was either Lazero trying to kill me and his son for the amazing blow job he gave me or it was DiFrancio's guys who didn't know I was in there. Either way it's going to be a long day when he wakes up.