MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Glasser was scruffy and hard and rough-looking, like he had been chewed on and spat out by the maw of life. His shoulder-length mane of greasy black hair was tangled and wavy, framing his unkempt beard and wild dark eyes. He had a squarish frame and shoulders the size of a dumptruck, swaggering through the doorway as though his muscles didn’t fit on his bones. He tottered slightly: still just a bit hungover, though he was sober now.
After climbing up the stone steps, he had to lower his head to fit in the YMCA front door. Even without the six-inch high afro on his head, he’d have to stoop down. Kax was more than six and a half feet tall, towering over virtually everyone he met.
He had a dense beard that met his sideburns and a mustache on top of the beard. He wore nothing more than sweatshorts and a tee shirt now, soaked in sweat and plastered to his skin as though it was painted on. He was eager to get showered and into his nicer clothes so he wouldn’t look like such a slob.
“This is called a reacharound,” Buck said, his throaty voice loud because it was aimed directly into Teddy’s ears. “In prison, that’s how you make it okay — like, you ain’t bitchin’ a fella out if’n you givin’ him a reacharound. That makes ya equals. Well, maybe not quite equal, but y’know… He ain’t a punk, anyways. You just both jackin’ off but one of you is doin’ it inside the other’s butt.”
From Aroused by Ex-Cons
He sneered in disgust at the sight of Teddy’s asshole, but Buck wiped it down with the sponge. It was a little painful, the friction of the sponge rubbing against his sensitive rim. But Teddy didn’t mind. The pain sent another thrill up his spine, and Teddy found himself pushing his ass back as though trying to put his cheeks on Buck’s face.
Then, that was exactly what happened — without a word of warning, Buck dove tongue-first into Teddy’s asshole.
“Oooooh, god!” Teddy was shocked by the sensation and, then, when he had turned his head to see what was happening, by the sight of Buck’s mullet shaking as he lapped up Teddy’s asscrack from the taint to the gluteal crest. His tongue was firm and moist, strong like his body, raspy and textured. Teddy’s whole body shook.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons
Buck and that white guy kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t pay attention to their words. There were so many men around, and so much to see. Teddy would have been terrified if he was alone — that was why he showered by himself in his own building, which was not as trashy as Smashwood.
Two naked men were beating up a third in one corner, their cocks flopping about. Nobody even watched as though that was normal. Teddy kept an eye out for cocks as big as Buck’s, but didn’t see any. A lot of them were big though, bigger than Teddy for sure and bigger than most men.
Two black guys in the changing area were jacking off! Teddy craned his head to watch, hoping nobody realized what he was looking at. The black men were crowded around something, presumably a magazine, and they kept aiming their dicks at each other. They were laughing, teasing each other — trying to jab their cocks into each other’s ballsacs hard enough to hurt, it seemed. Teddy wondered if he could go over there and join in.
Before he could ask Buck though, some other guy, a ropy-muscled middle-aged man with a balding head and wrinkled muscles, shouted something incomprehensible at the opening into the showering area that Teddy, Buck and the other white guy were in. The balding man leaned back a little, aiming his cock into the showering area and slightly upward, so that when he started pissing, he got a big arc.
And he was spraying his piss over all of the men in the shower. There was a torrent of laughter and shouting, and one man advanced on him as though to fight, only to get a huge spray of piss all over his chest and dangling dick.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons
His back muscles were broad and firm and slick with sweat. He flexed his back and shoulders for Teddy, making him shiver with desire. It produced a little valley between his shoulder blades. Teddy slid his cock between the valley, the slickness of the sweat gathering there making it glide with no friction. He held back a moan, not sure if that would embarrass Buck.
“Man, in county lockup back in Oklahoma, I was there for like a month,” Buck said, no longer watching the movie because the pretty lady was gone. “And they done that, whatchoo doin’ all the damn time. Indian fellahs love it, they do it a bunch. Shoulderbladin’.” He shrugged, unaware of how that sent a wave of friction and pleasure up Teddy’s spine. He laughed too, making Teddy’s cock spasm and leak precum onto his skin. Buck said, with kind of an embarrassed-little-boy leer, like he was tattling to his mother, “This one time I let like ten of ’em do it, and they all nutted in my hair. It was like wringin’ out a sponge.” He laughed sheepishly.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons
That was when he saw Edna. He couldn’t remember her last name. McCracken or something, maybe. She was rotund, pink like a pimple, overly made-up and jiggly like loose-set jello; she always wore something low-cut and inappropriate for her size and age. She was the Smashwood Trailer Park slut, the same one Deon had been talking about when they messed with Spider (something that seemed shameful and gross to Buck now).
From Buck the Ex-Con
However, now Spider was a wiry-bodied user of meth and fentanyl, and he had a wild beard, his almost entirely bald head gleaming with sweat. He jitteringly searched on the ground for something. His skin was deeply tanned and pockmarked with scars from old sores, and his limbs were ropy and long, powerful but taut and gawky.
From Buck the Ex-Con
His name was Spider, and he both smoked and sold meth.
He was entirely bald, skinny from lack of food, and he herked and jerked as he quietly slid into the crowded shower. Nobody else noticed, but Buck saw that Spider was fingering the pants left behind by the showering men, no doubt looking for a wallet to steal. Most men didn’t bring their wallets to the showerhouse though, for precisely that reason.
“Hey, Spider,” Buck said. “C’mon.” He motioned for Spider to follow him into the little maintenance shed, inside of which was the well, septic tank and water heater for the trailer park. Spider had been slowly undressing — not to take a shower, just to blend in as he stole — so when he saw Buck, he was already down to his boxers, which were cavernous on his wiry body. He had been smoking meth for so long that Spider’s body, pockmarked with sores and looping tattoos, was lean and ripped with muscle — not a lot of muscle, as he was very skinny, but he had not an ounce of fat on him. He followed Buck into the dark maintenance shed eagerly, assuming — hoping — that Buck wanted to smoke meth with him.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons
He went straight to the Cone King. That was an ice-cream shop on the north side of town. It was basically a glorified ice-cream truck that had parked and never moved and was now surrounded by a layer of picnic tables and grassy knolls that overlooked the town. It was a popular meeting place for locals in the summer, when nearly everyone would get some soft-serve and spend their evenings eating it outside.
From The Redneck Ex-Con
Officer Thorne looked like a rough-hewn statue of a man, like a sculptor had started but walked away before finishing all the details. He had a rounded face, but no cheekbones or chin or neck, and a powerhouse chest covered by a layer of chub, making him almost cylindrical. He kept a tight, pursed grin on his face.
From The Redneck Ex-Con