Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore
Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber
Chapter Four: The Parole Officer
Avery waited in the McDonnell’s with his computer open, though he didn’t do anything with it. He wasn’t here to use to his computer, that was just a ruse. Instead, he waited.
A half-dozen guys came in wearing yellow reflective vests. One was young and skinny, and he had a cold. Avery didn’t like him that much, so he waited. He sipped his coffee, which was cold by then.
Finally, another group of workers came in. The van they had parked outside read Jambone Construction. There was a plump redneck with shaggy blond hair, and another, leaner redneck with a vaguely Nazi look to his shaved head. There was a trio of rotund Mexicans. There was a middle-aged black man with wild eyes and a fat belly. The last one was Gambo, a black man with a powerful body and a scruffy beard. He didn’t have a six-pack, but he had a flat belly and thick ass. Gambo looked groggy, like he had just woken up.
“Yo, you best call Mr. Lillen,” said the other black guy.
Gambo rolled his eyes and nodded. “Man, I need a break.”
“You’re on break,” the other black said with a scoff. He got into line to place his order at the McDonnell’s counter.
“I mean… like a real break, y’know,” Gambo said, though no one listened to him except Avery who pretended not to see him.
Gambo stalked off into the bathroom, already sneaking sips from his flask. Avery timed himself perfectly to get up a few seconds later and follow him in there. He slipped in the door quickly, pushing past Gambo, who was shocked — this was a small McDonnell’s with individual bathrooms, not stalls. Gambo was too surprised to stop Avery from going in with him.
They were both in a dingy room that stank of piss. There was a filthy toilet and an even filthier urinal there. The sink was clogged with paper towels and the trash can overflowed.
“Hey.”
“Uh… I was in here first, man,” Gambo said. He looked at Avery dourly as the door slammed shut.
“I’ll give you a break.”
“What?”
Avery reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. “I’ll give you this if you let me swallow your dick.”
After a long pause, Gambo chewed on his lip and said, “I could just take it.” Then he did so, plucking the fifty out of Avery’s fingers.
Avery smiled. “You could.” He sunk slowly to his knees, maintaining eye contact with Gambo.
“I gotta take a piss.” He grunted. “Damn it, you was talkin’ ’bout gettin’ me off, now I gotta piss but I got a hardon.” He paused. “Fuck… When we done, you best stay in here, I don’t want them out there seein’ you come outta here at the same time as me.”
“Okay.” Avery undid Gambo’s fly. He liked dirty men, so he didn’t take Gambo’s pants off all the way — they were filthy. His jeans were caked with mud, which you could tell was from yesterday; he must have taken his jeans off outside, probably sitting around his traphouse room in his drawers all night. His jeans stank of unwashed clothing, and the musk of his massive brown cock made Avery moan with desire.
Gambo leaned back. “You ain’t my first, motherfucker. Don’t think that, I been jerked off by males before.”
Avery swallowed the tip of his cock and looked up at him. Gambo’s eyes were closed, scrunched shut, and his lips were pursed. Avery couldn’t decide if Gambo was lying or not. He looked nervous like he had never done this before. It didn’t much matter to Avery though, so he didn’t call him on it.
He nuzzled his nose deeply into Gambo’s hairy crotch. The smell of ball-sweat and mud and precum flooded Avery’s senses. He slobbered spit up until it soaked Gambo’s jeans. Gambo hadn’t noticed yet, but it made Avery giggle — his coworkers might notice that and make fun of him for it.
His cock was rock-hard and throbbing in Avery’s mouth. Avery moaned, slathering spit all up and down the shaft. As he pulled Gambo’s heavy balls out, his fingers reached up under his tattered tee shirt and the yellow reflective vest he wore. Gambo wasn’t muscular, but he was ropy-muscled and leanly powerful. Avery couldn’t quite reach his pecs because Gambo was so tall, but he teased his nipples, which made Gambo’s pecs bounce.
There was a loud banging on the door.
Avery and Gambo both jumped. A loud booming laugh rang out from outside the bathroom. “Shit-Shock! Shit-Shock! A shit, Gambo, you ain’t do it right!”
“Fuck you, Cooter! I ain’t shittin’!” Gambo snarled. He pounded on the door again.
“Then whatchoo doin’ in there?!” The plump redneck outside laughed and pounded on the door.
“Nothin’!” Gambo bucked like he was going to fight the door itself. His cock throbbed in Avery’s mouth, while Avery’s heart raced. He loved jerking off men. Gambo pulled out his cell phone and pretended to be making a call. “Yeah, baby, it’s just that redneck-bitch bein’ a shit. I’m still comin’ to see you later.”
“You talkin’ to ya female in the shitter?”
“Shut the fuck up, Cooter! I don’t play that nasty Shit-Shock game!” Gambo said. He snarled and rolled his eyes as Cooter walked away with the other workers. Gambo gasped — pleasure enveloping him now that the distraction had gone. The “Shit-Shock” game was that no one on the crew was supposed to lock the door when they took a shit, either here or in the office or in the Port-a-Potty at the worksite; if someone realized you were in there taking a shit, they were “allowed” to burst in and throw a cup of ice-water on you. It was a stupid and disgusting game that Gambo saw as too low-brow for him (that didn’t stop him from thinking it was funny when it didn’t involve him).
Realizing that he needed to hurry up, Gambo gripped the back of Avery’s head. His whole body undulated and his knees went weak. He held onto the handicapped-bar with one hand while he slammed his dick all the way down Avery’s throat.
“Damn, boy, shit… Not many girls deep-throat like that,” Gambo said. He let out a little gasp but tried not to let on that this was the best, nastiest blowjob he ever had. “You know that site on Cherry Hill? We’re buildin’ an elementary school. You should come there, man, tell ’em you gotta verify a delivery. They’ll get me.” His voice broke.
Avery nodded.
He opened his throat as wide as possible as he felt Gambo’s balls crawl up in his sac where it rested against Avery’s chin. Then cum sprayed down his gullet, coating his belly in creamy warmth. Gambo had heavy balls that shot a giant load, more and more continually flowing into him until Avery thought he couldn’t possibly swallow anymore.
“Goddamn…” Gambo stayed in position right there above Avery’s head, gripping his scalp. Outside, his coworkers launched into a rowdy round of laughter, and Gambo scrunched his eyes shut tight.
Avery pulled off and grinned. “Thanks,” he said as he wiped his lips off. “You have a nice dick.”
Gambo sniffled. “I know.”
Avery stood, stretching his legs. “You can go, I’ll wait a few minutes then leave by myself.”
Gambo nodded. “Okay. Don’t forget, keep comin’ by the worksite. Bring fifty bucks, I’ll let you jerk me off every day.”
“Oh… I’m not that kinda guy,” Avery said. “I might come by and see you again sometime. But not every day.”
“Why not? Ain’t I got a good dick?”
“You do,” Avery said. He stroked Gambo’s limp dick before Gambo shoved it back in his pants and redid his fly. Avery giggled. “But so do lots of other guys. I’ve gotta service ’em all.”
Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore
Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber