Thumper (Wendell) White

Thumper White is an ex-con and a retired heavyweight boxer, and he do lay the smackdown on any fool who talks back to him.

Descriptions

A door in the hall opened, and a middle-aged Black man with a graying beard like a billy goat and ebon cornrows on his scalp poked his head out. He was so tall he had to stoop down into the doorway. Bill could just barely see by his bare, broad shoulder muscles that the man was shirtless. The rows between the corn on his scalp were dappled with sweat.

From Thumper on Parole

The man opened the door the rest of the way, revealing his bare chest, muscles glistening with sweat. A frown flitted over, then he plastered a sunny smile on his face. He filled the doorway, body failing to fit within his tight-white briefs, bristly pubes protruding around the sides. He had thighs like tree trunks and arms like cannons… His file said he was a pro boxer before his arrest. That was thirty-four years ago. He still got the body of a heavyweight boxer though, now peppered with salty hair and coated with prison tats, and his hands were the size of catcher’s mitts. His topaz skin glistened with moisture that dripped down to make his hand slippery in Bill’s grip.

From Thumper on Parole

He wasn’t ugly, but he certainly wasn’t handsome either, with a squat, bullish face, wild cornrows and a scruffy chin. He wore only a pair of thin shorts, so his body, pockmarked with scars and tattoos, was nearly bare.

From Mason & Men Who Need a Nut

Thumper’s apartment above Lipsweet was a sparse bachelor’s abode. There were no personal belongings, no decorations, just a plain couch, a chair, a Super Nintendo and clothes neatly folded in compact piles on the floor. Towels and clothes hung to dry on all the interior doors. They smelled like body soap, not laundry detergent. His mattress was on the floor, and the sheets wasn’t done up right, the bed unmade, just a tangle-pile of blankets, dirty socks and bedsheets.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

The old head was maybe fifty or so, and his unkempt beard was salt with black streaks, but the hair on his head, done down in tight cornrows, was jet-black and thinly peppered with silver. He wore a ruddy brown jacket with a lapel like a pool shark atop old-fashioned daddy-bear jeans. He was broad-shouldered and thick as a boxer.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

He was Thumper White, twice the age of Jaekwel and Deon and twice as loud too. He got a coarse silver chin like a untended goat and peppery cornrows on his head. His boominous voice rumbled above the idling work-truck… Despite his age, he stayed a spitfire and hit every beat. He ain’t dawdle, even at five-thirty in the morn… Thumper leaned forward, his rammy beard smelling like the unwashed parts of old ladies… Thumper done lift his unclean undershirt up over his uneven cornrows, so his overheaten high yellow chest steamed with a gleamy sheen in the teeming air… He clasped his faded six-pack — he usedta be a professional boxer, before his prison stay, so you could tell he carried a six-pack his whole life before it faded away like a sun-bleacht carpet.

From Thumper the Mover

The old head was maybe fifty or so, and his unkempt beard was salt with black streaks, but the hair on his head, done down in tight cornrows, was jet-black and thinly peppered with silver. He wore a ruddy brown jacket with a lapel like a pool shark atop old-fashioned daddy-bear jeans. He was broad-shouldered and thick as a boxer.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

When he talked to Caitlin Smiles the other day, she done snicker the whole time like she was too perfect to talk to a uncool old man who smell like a laundromat.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

But he was much larger than Kevin, brimming with muscles and tattoos; he had prison-thug swagger and a hard-as-iron jaw, and his presence made Kevin’s knees weak all over again. Kevin’s soon-to-be cellmate had been a professional boxer before he was locked up, and he was still built like the heavyweight champion he had been back then. His cornrows were scraggly and tinged with silver.
Thumper was rugged, firm, stout, crisscrossed with cheap tats and scars, silvery hairs on his chin, chest, arms and legs. He must have been working out before Kevin arrived because he wore only shorts — with a noticeable bulge — and he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

From Thumper Gets Nasty

Thumper felt like an old-timer. He had been in prison for thirty-four years and five months. He felt like he had withered away to nothing in here. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Physically he was still a towering man, swarthy, broad-chested, with biceps that bulged from ten years of daily improvised workouts. He had prison tats covering his body, and a network of scars from a couple stabbings and one incident in which he was splashed with boiling water, leaving little tiny dots of permanent scars over the left half of his body.

From Thumper the Ex-Con

Just ten years ago, he thought, he had had a six-pack like a movie star, and a handsome shock of jet-black hair. He had thundered across the country on a motorcycle, leaving a chain of broken-hearted chicks and pissed-off cops. Now it was stricken with splashes of gray, and his six-pack had melted away into a flat but meaty belly.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with deep brown skin and a rather squat face like a boxer. He looked to be in his mid-thirties but he had the body of a man half that age, muscles bulging out of his overly tight tee shirt.

From Thumper the Ex-Con

Thumper was rather the opposite. He was older, just past fifty years old — he was three times Deyon’s age — and he had never been a prettyboy. He was a boxer in his youth (and still occasionally in prison). He retained a powerful, barrel-shaped frame, covered in scars and marks, with a hairy chest. He had never had a six-pack, though his belly was flat. He had frizzy, unkempt cornrows, and he was perpetually slick with sweat.

From Thumper Chooses a Cellmate

Rico was whipping out whine and sucking on his teeth. “I gotta share a place with him? Old head smells like a band-aid, nigga! Gimme my own place. I can’t live with old nigga, he prolly drink tea and shit. Put his hair in the drain-“
“Coffee gimme lumpy throat, nigga!” Thumper wagged a finger at Rico.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

Thumper was unplugging the television in the living room; he was bigger and older, scruffy, cornrowed and lighter-skinned. Thumper had an intense and potent flavor; he tasted of blunt ash and grimy city streets. He smelled of prison cells, men in cramped conditions and unwashed ballsweat.

From Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore

Fucking Thump said his favorite food was buttered noodles, and his “specialty” was ramen with barbecue chicken — where “barbecue” means bottled barbecue sauce, not barbecuing, cuz that nigga spent his whole life in a cage. He ain’t some kinda gourmet neither, Deon thought with increasing bitterness, Thumper ain’t never had tempura, sushi or hibachi till last month, that out-of-touch notiony old nigga was Japan-ignorant. He’d prolly explode if he ate a curry. Thumper said he “never heard of ‘Thai food'” like he thought it was a conspiracy theory, shit, he even shot down jollof rice as “nightcheek bullshit”. That nigga maybe never cooked with nothing but a hot plate and a microwave.

From Thumper the Mover

Eventually, as time do be doing, it went on, and night’s close drew near. This was it. Thumper was a free nigga, and he got a job, and here it was. This was freedom. He bin imagined hisself living like he did when he was nineteen and a champion boxer and got a coach and high-quality knees and a posse of niggas with plans and he couldn’t swing his dick around without knocking down a white bitch flinging her pussy at him. Now, he gotta speak up to get any fool to pay him mind. He was just another nigga, not in charge of shit, not even within earshot of being in charge. In prison, Thumper was the nigga who did and everybody knew it. Here, he was just the creepy old head, the new nigga, nobody’s uncle, the graybeard whoever over there. Thumper overheard the dancers whisper about him as the uncool old nigga, as out-of-touch as a frozen caveman. Davon too, he was joking earlier with Bud the club deejay that Thumper was “old-school but not the cool kind of old-school, he’s old-school like an abandoned orphanage”. They all looked at him like a car nobody makes parts for anymore. Thumper pretended not to hear all them all badmouthing him. That was easy cuz they thought he got old-nigga ears.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

Thumper was a doddery old nigga who dressed like a fossil. Thumper woulda told them to spit and sit, and he’da flurried up a couplea fisty cuffs if they ain’t show the proper respect with a quickness. If Thumper was in prison still and some young cats fussed at him to hurry, he’d correct them kittens sans mercy. Sans mercy as hell.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

Them niggas Thumper don’t know was milling and filling the air through with gab and daps and hairdos, but Thumper sat alone. They all avoided watching him brood like a bothered tiger. That’s what Thumper woulda thunk too, thirty-some years ago, if he saw a cast-iron nigga sitting on his lonesome surrounded by young cats he ain’t talk to. He ain’t put out menace, but they all picked it up. Outgoing ex-cons get a million nosey questions from numptious niggas, so Thumper was glad to scare ’em off. If they all got to chatting at him like lightbulby poppa-rot-seas, he’d-a most likely dropped one or maybe all. So he gloomed around like a ex-con who pretty niggas should stay away from, and they did so, wise as newspapers.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

He arrived at his cell with blood streaming down his leg. The Bloods steady sent him out to fight — he was a enforcer, that was his job in the cell block. He ain’t never apply for it, he ain’t never say that’s the job he want. When you look like Thumper, with a face like a catcher’s mitt and hands like battering rams, you best believe every nigga gonna front like you is a enforcer, so you gonna hafta enforce something. Niggas do be stepping.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

Then to his left, Thumper saw a big-ass powerhouse nigga, as high yellow as sunshine.
It was him — Thumper recognized that young cat, it was Thumper hisself, Thumper from thirty-four years ago. He got a handsome mug and just a couplea tats. His skin was taut, and his bladder neck ain’t gone batty yet — couldn’t see that, but Thumper could tell. This nigga, this cheekbone-laden young-nigga Wendell, he got the swagger of a man who do piss a reasonable number of times a day.
Thumper could tell from the tattoos that that young-nigga Wendell was from right before his prison sentence. He got them dice on double sixes on his shoulder. Thumper got that tat couplea days before the unlicensed boxing match that led to his arrest. Young-nigga Wendell ain’t got none the prison tats that present-day old-nigga Thumper got.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

When he talked to Caitlin Smiles the other day, she done snicker the whole time like she was too perfect to talk to a uncool old man who smell like a laundromat.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

Wendell White, a noir employ of Simon’s father. He barked out orders as soon as Sheriff Terwiliger was seen. Wendell was in charge of getting the noirs out back when needed. He was almost as big as Beau but his skin was the color of a light roux, and he got a round face, his close-knapped hair tinged with gray. He barked for action, quick as you please. He wasn’t Creole, but the noirs knew he was in charge.

From The Alphas of Louisiana

He could feel dozens of pairs of eyes watching him, most importantly the gigantic beastly man in the cell right in front of him. Mason’s new cellmate was a brutish brown-skinned monster, Mason thought, like a shaved beast. Thumper wasn’t ugly, but he certainly wasn’t handsome either, with a squat, bullish face, wild cornrows and a scruffy chin. He wore only a pair of thin shorts, so his body, pockmarked with scars and tattoos, was nearly bare.
He inhaled of his delicious old-homeboy scent — Thumper wasn’t really old, but he smelled like an old man, like all the older homeboys he had lived with behind bars until just a few days ago. He smelled like an old homeboy whom time had left behind.

From Mason & Men Who Need a Nut

Thumper was a middle-aged thug and former boxer, with cornrows and chest hair tinged with gray. He had a big barrel-shaped torso and a scruffy mien to his round face. His nose and ears showed signs of his pro boxing career, and his husky voice sounded like he been breathing stale cigarette-clogged prison air his entire life (which he very nearly had).

From The Prison Punk

Books

  • Thumper the Booty Bandit: Thumper is outta prison after thirty-four long years, and he’s learned a thing or two about getting down and dirty without any women around! That puts him on a collision course with some of the toughest alphas, raunchiest deadbeats and soon-to-be submissive losers in Baltimore, each of whom is about to learn that when this ex-con wants to get his rocks off, he doesn’t take no for an answer. He gets involved in the manliest of adventures, with a mouthy young coke dealer, an aryan trustee, a college jock and so much more! Thumper’s ready for the rough ride of his life! (whole thing is free)
  • Thumper the Bodyguard: Thumper is a bodyguard for the Gregarian family, which puts this excon in a position to swing downlow with some unlucky men! You see, Thumper’s a booty bandit, so when he needs to or wants to or is bored, he’s gonna get up some homeboy from behind! He survived prison, but can Thumper handle bodyguarding a college girl?
  • Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil: Thumper is outta prison, and he’s in for something he’s never faced before… Working as a bouncer, Thumper finds himself haunted by a owl-masked woman whose very presence scrambles his brain. She presents him with a dilemma and an opportunity — to turn back time and be a young man again — but is he man enough to take it?! Will the Lady of Vows sink her talons into Thumper’s soul?!
  • Thumper on Parole: Thumper is fresh outta prison, and he’s got a booty bandit reputation to live up to… or down to! But more importantly for him, he’s gotta stay on the good side of his social worker. That means he’s gotta be kind, calm, employed and maybe stop ramrodding men on the downlow. He might even hafta attend a symposium on culturally responsive social work. Can he handle that? He’s in for a wild ride, and so is any man he’s alone with!
  • Thumper the Mover: Thumper’s a booty bandit straight outta prison and humping for the Milligan Moving Company. Him and his homies Deon and Jaekwel get down and dirty, and it don’t much matter to Thumper whether the other two want it. They’ll have to take every inch Thumper’s ready to give! Thumper’s not even on the downlow! That does boggle a homie’s mind, but Deon and Jaekwel gotta put up with that old head’s gropey hands, massive muscles and iron manhood. Can they make it through their time alongside Thumper with their booties intact?!
  • Thumper the Ex-Con: Thumper is getting crazy again! He’s about to be released after more than thirty years behind bars, but first he’s gonna have a good time with another inmate, whether he wants it or not! After his release, he’s gonna have to find a new outlet for his intense and potent urges. So where is he gonna find a spot to stick his meat?
  • Thumper Gets Nasty: Thumper is at it again — in prison and on the streets, he always gets his man! Thumper is a tough-as-iron convict who doesn’t mind swinging on the downlow… or out in the open, whichever’s dirtier! Thumper loves it nasty and filthy, and he prefers it with a man who needs a little force to convince him to bend over and take it. Can Thumper get the quivering man-meat he craves?! This ultra-raunchy story is the only way to learn the answer!
  • Thumper Chooses a Cellmate: Thumper is a legendary convict and a brutal dom, willing to force the men around him to submit and beg… so when he sees someone he likes, all hell breaks through! Can Thumper claim the clean, soft booty he craves? His target Deyon wants to keep his manhood intact, but will Thumper let that happen?
  • Thumper the Convict: Paul is in for a crazy stay in prison, and he’s gonna have to deal with the most intense booty bandit convict in the whole pen! His name is Thumper, he’s a tough and macho alpha, and he’s willing to do what it takes to swing downlow with Paul!
  • The Ex-Con, the Prettyboy Thug and Gang Loyalty: When ex-con Thumper White is given a joint to live in upon his release from prison, he had no idea he’d be shacking up with a doe-eyed prettyboy… That handsome homie Rico fancies himself a thug and a ladysman. Maybe he is both those things, but Thumper will take what he likes, and he likes Rico’s backside a whole heck of a lot! Thumper’s a booty bandit old head who doesn’t take no for an answer, which means Rico’s in for the ride of a lifetime! Can Rico take Thumper’s brand of prison-starved love?

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Content

                  • Pakistanis
                    When Thumper asked what a “oober” was, Mr. Gregarian said it was a phone company that sent a Pakistani to give women a ride home and rape them.
                  • Sagging pants
                    Jeans is okay. But don’t sag ’em too deep, if he see drawers he get steamy, and he do monologue about it.
                  • the Cuban pool attendants were handsome as meerkats
                    Mr. Gregarian wanted Thumper to accompany them cuz he don’t trust Cubans around his daughter or Spanish-speakers generally or young men at all.

                        Sexy stuff

                        • The Prison Punk
                          Mason is a weak pretty-face white man in prison, his cellmate is the legendary Thumper White, and that means Mason is in for a shock. It turns out Thumper wants something from his prison punk that Mason never expected… This meek bottom and alpha top are about to switch it up, turning their prison cell upside-down! Read ...

                                          • Thumper & His Prettyboy Cellmate: Chapter Two
                                            Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Two Thumper was bossy and mean but not violent, so Lamar couldn’t complain too much. Lamar did hate how touchy he was, but he felt better once he saw that Thumper was just as touchy with the other inmates. Thumper had been behind bars so long he was desperate for ...

                                              • A prudent nigga
                                                So Thumper walked all rappy-dapper, like his rickety walk was a gangsta lean, as he brought the other two to the back porch, where a sheet-curtained corner got a hole in the sheet and a nigga sticking his dick in that hole. That duckydoo nigga was moaning like a moist walrus when they got there, ...

                                                                • Deep on the Downlow
                                                                  When the legendary boxer Thumper White is released from prison, he never thought he’d be rooming up with a doe-eyed prettyboy named Rico! Neither of them will ever be the same. That’s cuz Thumper gets horny sometimes, and he don’t take no for an answer when it comes from a darkskin slice of handsome pie ...
                                                                • The Prison Punk
                                                                  Mason is a weak pretty-face white man in prison, his cellmate is the legendary Thumper White, and that means Mason is in for a shock. It turns out Thumper wants something from his prison punk that Mason never expected… This meek bottom and alpha top are about to switch it up, turning their prison cell upside-down! Read ...

                                                                  • Thumper & His Prettyboy Cellmate: A Forceful Alphas Mansploitation Short
                                                                    Thumper is a legendary prisoner with a new cellmate, a handsome prettyboy with big doe eyes and a tight ass. Always wanting to be helpful to fresh-faced young inmates, Thumper takes a keen interest in his new bunkmate Lamar. What is Lamar gonna hafta do to get through his seven-month sentence with Thumper? Read it now as ...
                                                                  • Thumper & His Prettyboy Cellmate: Chapter 4
                                                                    Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Four As Lamar neared the halfway mark of his sentence, a prison riot led to an extended lockdown. Normally they’d be kept inside for a day, maybe two. But not this time. They ain’t let them out for a month, except for a shower every other week — and even ...
                                                                  • Thumper & His Prettyboy Cellmate: Chapter 5
                                                                    Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Five As Lamar’s release date neared, he got more and more relaxed. The light at the end of the tunnel was coming closer, and some days Lamar was almost giddy. Thumper seemed upset that Lamar was leaving — long-timers sometimes felt like that, watching someone they cared about walk away, ...
                                                                  • Thumper & His Prettyboy Cellmate: Chapter One
                                                                    Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter One When the guard said Lamar’s cellmate was a man named ‘Wendell White’, Lamar Casper was relieved — he sounded like an accountant done up on embezzlement charges. That has gotta be some prissy whiteboi he could control.So Lamar’s jaw dropped when he stepped into the tiny cell and saw ...
                                                                  • Thumper & His Prettyboy Cellmate: Chapter Three
                                                                    Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Three As Lamar grew accustomed to incarceration, things settled into a sort of cruel normalcy. The everyday humiliations of prison life became minor nuisances, and even the food seemed to taste better as memory of a better time faded from Lamar’s grasp.The one thing Lamar couldn’t get used to was ...
                                                                  • Thumper & His Prettyboy Cellmate: Chapter Two
                                                                    Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Two Thumper was bossy and mean but not violent, so Lamar couldn’t complain too much. Lamar did hate how touchy he was, but he felt better once he saw that Thumper was just as touchy with the other inmates. Thumper had been behind bars so long he was desperate for ...

                                                                  • The Prison Punk
                                                                    Mason is a weak pretty-face white man in prison, his cellmate is the legendary Thumper White, and that means Mason is in for a shock. It turns out Thumper wants something from his prison punk that Mason never expected… This meek bottom and alpha top are about to switch it up, turning their prison cell upside-down! Read ...

                                                                  • The Prison Punk
                                                                    Mason is a weak pretty-face white man in prison, his cellmate is the legendary Thumper White, and that means Mason is in for a shock. It turns out Thumper wants something from his prison punk that Mason never expected… This meek bottom and alpha top are about to switch it up, turning their prison cell upside-down! Read ...

                                                                                      • The Prison Punk
                                                                                        Mason is a weak pretty-face white man in prison, his cellmate is the legendary Thumper White, and that means Mason is in for a shock. It turns out Thumper wants something from his prison punk that Mason never expected… This meek bottom and alpha top are about to switch it up, turning their prison cell upside-down! Read ...

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