“Ok, that’s good to hear.”
“Hm mm,” He tapped the ash off his cigarette. “Well, fuckin’ you did help too.” He scratched his chest and laughed reflectively. “You pull a knife on me, so I fuck your son. Now I can say we’re pretty even.”
Great.
“Well I’m happy that I could be the mediator, I guess.” I sat up slowly. “Still my dad is gonna skin me if he finds out any of this.”
“I ain’t gonna tell no one,” He said and thankfully he finished his cigarette. “But I can’t say the same for my boys who saw you.”
I just shook my head. Oh well. I’ll just have to deal with that problem later.
“You wanna go get breakfast? There’s a Denny’s across the street. It’ll help you with your hangover.”
I looked at him weird. “Um. Sure.”
It was 3pm when we had got up, and he bought me breakfast at Denny’s.
“What’s your name?” He asked me.
“Jamal.” I told him.
I learned that Tank’s real name was Bruce, and he was surprisingly a really nice guy….to an extent. He told me all about the situation with my dad and him. Apparently some of the Wild Bunch members were having their parts stolen and they found out that the thief was from the 5th Street Jackals. When Tank got some of his parts stolen, he decided to confront my dad because he thought my dad knew all about it, but he didn’t. Tank didn’t believe him, and things got heated so my dad pulled a knife on him.
“It turned out to be one of yall’s prospects. Everyone’s always gabbin’ on about how Big Dawg is such a good president yet he can’t even control his new batch.” He huffed, “Later I learned that Big Dawg kicked the guy out, but that ain’t enough to do nothin’, so we found him soon after, and we weren’t so nice…” He shot me a malicious glare. It was kinda hot.
I felt so stupid that I didn’t know any of this information, but I’m glad it all worked out, I suppose. After breakfast, he called me a cab and told me that he’d be in town until Sunday, so if I wanted to fuck more then I knew where to find him, and I did. We fucked more Saturday night and it was just as good as the first time, and I gave him a quick blow job before he left Sunday afternoon.
In the end, I could say that I had a pretty fun birthday. My dad never found out that I was fucking a member of the Wild Bunch, and every convention season, Tank would come to town and I’d make sure that we’d fuck. Sometimes it was just with him, and sometimes it was with other Wild Bunch members too. They’d all shove their cocks in my mouth and use my boy hole until I couldn’t walk straight, but before doing all that I’d make sure that someone put a few drinks in me first.