“Dad, I’m still hungry,” I said.
He stopped walking suddenly and slapped me across the face before taking hold of the back of my neck. Instantly, tears filled my eyes as I raised my shoulders up. I looked down at the sidewalk that was littered with beer cans and newspaper.
“I’m sick to death of you bitching about being hungry. Kids in other countries sometimes go days without food. Stop being ungrateful, Nate! Do you want to have to live in the car again?”
“No,” I whined.
“Then knock it off. We’re going to need to be extra smart with money between now and the end of the month. No more complaining about being hungry. You eat at school, understand?”
“Yes.”
I kept my head down as we walked the rest of the way to the car. I didn’t want to live in the car again. We’d lived in the car last year after the Super Bowl. Dad lost a lot of money and said it was our rent money. The people at the apartment place were nice and let us stay until the end of the month but then said we had to leave for a while. We were able to get our same place back the next month after Dad got paid. But living in the car sucked, and it wasn't something I wanted to ever do again.
Hollis
Thirty-two-years-old | April
I’d attended a black-tie, star-studded charity event for Vegas Safe Haven at one of the hotels this evening. The charity was temporary housing for abused and neglected teens. It was a safe place where teens could go to escape a bad situation at home and could receive a place to sleep, eat, and access to a counselor.
Many of the TCF fighters attended along with Vin. There were tons of other athletes and celebrities in attendance too. I was one of the speakers at the event since I had firsthand experience with a teen who could have benefited from a program like what Vegas Safe Haven provided.
Because all the trainers and coaches on my team understood this topic was very personal to me and especially to Patrick, every single trainer and coach attended the event. Team Dragon was a very close-knit group of people, and they knew that my family had taken Patrick in when we were in high school.
There was an auction that took place after dinner, and after the auction there were a handful of after parties. While most of Team Dragon dispersed after the auction, Patrick and I ended up at a party that was being held in one of the suites. I’d been leaning against a wall talking to a few fighters and Patrick while watching some people playing pool, when a handful of women walked into the room with another fighter.
“Gentlemen, I brought some friends,” he announced. Many cheers, clapping, and whistling broke out as the women began walking around the room.
Patrick and I had been to plenty of parties like this. I didn’t really care for them but played the part. Patrick did as well. I liked my dick sucked as much as the next guy, but these parties reminded me too much of Ginny back in high school and after I graduated.
One woman smiled brightly as she approached me. I returned the smile and let her do her thing. I tried to pretend that I wasn’t affected by her oral skills, but fuck, this girl knew how to suck. I continued to sip my whiskey and stare absentmindedly at the pool table, which had basically become a place for guys to lean against while they were being blown. One woman was bent over the pool table already and was moaning and begging for dick.
“Mmm, fuck,” I finally moaned and looked down at her. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she looked at me and continued to take my cock deep in her mouth.
“I swallow,” she said quickly before she filled her mouth with my dick again.
Patrick was still right beside me and was watching everything going on in the room. Not all the guys had girls in front of them, but some guys were pairing up next to another fighter. I pulled myself out of her mouth and flung my arm around Patrick’s shoulders.
“Can you do all of that to my best friend?” I asked her.
She smiled broadly and unzipped Patrick’s pants and pulled out his hard dick. I kept my arm across Patrick’s shoulders while the woman blew him. The woman ended up going back and forth between our dicks until we filled her mouth with cum. After she drained us, she waved and told us she’d be around if we wanted anything else. Patrick and I watched her go over to another fighter and then we picked up our glasses and took a sip while we looked at one another.
“I’m ready to head home,” I told him.
“Me too,” he said.
* * *
“Fuck, Hollis,”Patrick hissed into the pillow as I pushed my dick into him slowly.
He’d been sleeping, and I woke up hard and had rubbed my dick against him for the past half hour. Patrick sleepily moved into the position we liked best; him on his hands and knees. Sometimes he’d lean down to rest on his forearms and elbows, which was the position he was moving into. The sun wasn’t even up yet, and he was still tired from the charity event and after-party from last night. I pushed all the way in and then playfully slapped his thigh and then his right butt cheek.
“I’m going to be kind of rough,” I warned.
“Good,” he laughed. “Bring it, fucker,” he dared.
I smiled and then began fucking him hard and fast. All that could be heard in the room were grunts, moans, and skin slapping against skin. Patrick would push himself up onto his hands but only lasted in that position for a few moments before he lowered to rest on his forearms and elbows again.
“Fuck,” he moaned quietly. Too quiet for our tastes now. We no longer lived in a high rise in L.A. but had a huge sprawling home in Vegas, and no one was within earshot of us.
