Author: MNManmacker

Officer Dirtstache

Officer Dirtstache is a prison guard.

Officer Dirtstache was a big-body but short-height Mexican fellah with a bricky belly and a hairy beard, one them Mexican muscley niggas who look like they made of melted pringles cans, with a fleshy waist from drinking buncha Coors Light or something, Thumper knew the type. Got a hairy chest he shave too, prolly for wifey, and he do act like he think he’s a smiling-shoulder kinda Mexican, but really he was just another brassy-ass nigga. He kept the hair on his head clipped dead short. You could just tell he wanna be a cholo but gotta keep a clean look for his job.

From Thumper the Mover

Balaam Thiam

Balaam is a young man. He is Senegalese, and his father is a dentist.

Balaam looked like a badger who thought he was better than all the other badgers. His face was cut by a skilled sculptor, and you could just tell he thought all the women was luvvy-duvvy over him and that he was right. He prolly looked at all them girlies like he got a hotter female round the corner. You could tell he got a glass jaw and he only looked tough to girls who never got touched by a real man. Balaam got nice teeth, white as possum bones and straight as stonehenge.

From Thumper the Mover

Scoot (Dashiell Fallon)

Scoot is an inmate.

Scoot was young and cute as a boot, looking like a nephew — you could just tell that nigga got uncles — and he sold crack like a rapper who was only doing it to show off. What attracted Thumper to him was that that nigga got a nice phat booty like a white bitch waiting to get fat, and it was intact as a unused rubber band straight outta the drawer. His smutty face was already busted-up when he got transferred to Thumper’s little slice of prison life — cuz he got a beatdown in his cell block.
His darkskin ass shined like a lightbulb in the shower that morning, and you know Thumper love a shiny nigga. Scoot was nice and tall too, almost as tall as Thumper, and his haggard face was sunken and swole-up from his beatdown. His booty was fixing a-burst outta them drawers too. He bin losing weight cuz he was smoking crack — he usedta be thick all over, but now his thickness lingered only on his pair of mahoganies. Looked like he put the ass from a bigger nigga atoppa his own ass. Scoot got nice broad shoulders, tattooed with Bible verses and shit. He smelled like cocoa butter, and it was making Thumper wanna melt that nigga and eat him up.
His back was gonna make some interesting curves, Thumper was sure of that. Real interesting curves, the kinda curves a Asian could do calculus on for days.

From Thumper the Mover

Gonzo Ballesteros

Gonzo is a day laborer.

Gonzo was a bony bottle of bronze-ray, curly-haired and bristly-mustached, with a eternal smile stewing under that stache. Gonzo was thin, hairy, scuzzy, greasy. He had a jolly infectious laugh and a grande smile, obscured by his bandito mustache, which looked too big for his little head. Gonzo was dwarfed as fuck by all three them niggas, but he looked up at ’em with tackle in his eyes, straight-up tackle. You know Thumper love a little nigga with tackle.

From Thumper the Mover

College

The lawn — the quad, though Thumper ain’t never heard it called that — was clipped clean, crawling with college kids playing frisbee and taking phone-photos of theyselfs playing frisbee. A few picnicked on blankets spread out on the grass and took phone-photos of theyselfs picnicking. One foursome used they phone to play something that sounded like a water-brain retard screaming obscenities over a romantic movie soundtrack and then took phone-photos of theyselfs listening to it.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

Patrick Spinnaker

It was a slimfire nigga named Patrick Spinnaker who shined on Thumper from the get-go. They both came up in the same housing project, but Patrick was a couple years older. He was always cool as a clam to Thumper. Patrick was a smooth-talking lady-macking kinda nigga, with long fingers and a smooth chest, and you could tell he was used to wearing gems on each finger. He weren’t a big-time nigga, but he carried hisself like one, like he ain’t realize he was skinny and short.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

Caden Galacten

Caden was already drinking a forty of malt liquor from a brown paper bag, sitting on a brick wall by a bank of rented beach-houses and staring at the sea beyond like a poet, a image that was undercut every time he halted his handsomeness to hop on his phone with fingers like bony breadsticks. Thumper disliked him right away. He was a necky sumbitch, a shoulderless chowder-white honky with shiny teeth. He got this foppish mess of blond hair like a limp mop, and he be bitsy-sipping at his brown-bag forty. He also kept a surly eye on Caden, who be running his fingers through his hair and walking with a uptight butt like a prison therapist. He showed off his flatty-flat chest cuz of a tattoo he just got — the word liberation writted in a “hardcore punk font”. Thumper disliked him more with every passing moment. Mr. Gregarian was right: Caden was a smoothpecker. Thumper ain’t even know what that meant, and he was sure it applied.
Somebody oughta slap that boy’s daddy in the balls.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

Rico Salierez

Rico is a young man.

That nigga Rico was darkskin and glamor-muscle but not big, with a nice smooth face like any shebody would fall in love with.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

Rico also attracted Thumper’s eye cuz he was young and high yellow, cool as a pear and dimpley like a golf ball, dimpley like Davon — but Rico’s dimples was less arrogant. Rico was the kinda young nigga Thumper woulda got to know real good in prison. Thumper woulda shared a bunk with Rico, and he’d-a bin got Rico to feel some love deep in his heart, deep enough to make Rico bend over and spread his cheeks. Rico was handsome as a kangaroo, handsome enough to make Thumper forget about women during the cold of a empty night. Thumper would teach Rico how to get a nut off without women, and Rico would teach Thumper all the cool modern lingo that handsome young niggas say.

From Thumper Meets the Ultimate Evil

There was this frown-toting darkskin nigga, smooth and kittenish, handsome as rice, dimples oozing outta the frown he fooled upon his brown like frowning was his natural state. That frown was heavy-hugging onto his pretty mug.
He looked down his nose at Carson, then at Thumper, intensifying that frown like he was too good to be opening doors for old niggas. “Wuddup.” He screwed up his eyes, and yep, there it was, his frown intensified to a category four. Damn that nigga was displeased! Displeased like missed fees!
Thumper focused his nigganess at Rico, who was pretty like a girl, a girl with small tits and a poopety frown on her mug, a girl whose daddy spoiled her. Thumper got big boy feelings for real.

From Deep on the Downlow

Rico did got dimples cute as a baby otter, bitches love that. Maybe his frowns turn ‘em off though. Women expect a nigga to make ‘em happy, so if a nigga is glum, she gonna think he won’t ever make her happy. Thumper did tell Rico that, that he gotsta be more agreeable, but Rico plussed, cuzza him not liking it when old niggas tell him what to do.

From Deep on the Downlow

Him and Rico walked home. It was less than two miles, which was a long way for Rico cuz he was a pansy-brown homewreckin’ cute-nigga dimpled-booty girl-grabbing kinda man who ain’t never walk nowhere till the cops took his car and put him on probation.

From The Ex-Con, the Prettyboy Thug and Gang Loyalty

Rico was much younger than Thumper, at barely twenty-one years old, and he was a handsome, slimly-muscled thug with dimples and an ass so thick it made Mason drool when he saw it. He had baggy jeans that were slung low enough that Mason got a good look at his shorts-clad asscheeks. He sauntered in, swagger so thick it dripped off him.
Rico took off his shirt. He had been a basketball player in high school, and he had largely kept up the same training regiment even now, giving him a perfect six-pack and a powerful chest.

From Mason & Men Who Need a Nut

The closer one (Rico) was young, handsome, a bit short and lanky, but with wiry muscles beneath his baggy clothes. He had tight cheekbones and a smooth chin.

From Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore

Rico was smooth all over, like that nigga was made of cantaloupe. Thumper liked touching him. He was smooth and warm and you could feel his lor-nigga heart pounding away under his handsome chest muscles.
He don’t got a single chest hair. Nigga must shave, Thumper thunk. Back in his day, no nigga shaved his chest. Some honkies do, and Arabs, cuz otherwise they gonna evolve back into apes, but niggas don’t do that.
Rico hesitated, then moved his hands. Thumper ain’t seen it yet — he done got touch-a-bunch in bed at night, but he ain’t seen it in the light. The shower only got one dim bulb in it, but it was enough to see that he got a nice dinky. It was smooth and darker than the resta his skin, and Thumper liked the way it felt in his hand and the way touching it made Rico tremble. Rico’s taut-apple pecs rippled.

From The Ex-Con, the Prettyboy Thug and Gang Loyalty

A nigga with dimples and creamy skin like a fancy coffee drink a honky in a sweater might doctor up for his chowder-white bitch on her birthday (that was a commercial Thumper saw last night). Rico was lor, but he carried hisself like nobody ever told him that.
Thumper chuckled. He rammed his hand into Rico’s sagging jeans, and he grabbed his cock and his balls with one of his giant hands. Thumper was well over six and a half feet tall, and Rico was well under it, so Thumper’s big barrel-shaped chest rammed at his face. Rico stood on his toes and sucked in his breath, as Thumper’s fucksweat collided with Rico’s kangaroo-like nose. Thumper squeezed his balls and gave his dinkydoo a stroke. It was nicely sized, big enough to hold onto but not so big it could swing like a pendulum.

From The Ex-Con, the Prettyboy Thug and Gang Loyalty

Thumper nodded. Rico was too doey to realize he shoulda nodded too, but Carson ain’t much care about that. Rico was the loose change of the gangsta wallet. This conversation was between Thumper and Carson; Rico was just a bystander standing by.
Rico sat there looking slack-jawed, like a kitten who just found out what a lion was.

From The Ex-Con, the Prettyboy Thug and Gang Loyalty

Rico stood there, still as a daisy, ignorant as a petunia, unaware as a daffodil and handsome as a pansy. He was a bouquet of know-nothing nigga.

From The Ex-Con, the Prettyboy Thug and Gang Loyalty

That Rico nigga was smooth and gleamy, and he was a low-cal slice of handsome pie, with dimples and all — Thumper could dig a nigga with dimples like a girl. If Thumper was in prison with Rico, he’d put a wig on him and squeeze that nigga’s neck when he rammed him up the booty. He’d break that booty apart, feast on what comes out and share that buffet with the ugliest, fattest niggas in that prison. Thumper would love that nigga Rico so good his mama don’t wanna see him no more.
He wrapped one great big arm around Rico’s welterweight shoulders — he was short and muscle-firm, not big, just firm — glamor-muscles, that’s what that is. He don’t wanna get bulgey. He only do muscles cuz he wanna attract the females and not scare ’em off.

From Thumper on Parole

Carson (Ellis Carson)

Ellis Carson is a gangster.

Carson was a lieutenant in the Bloods, but he got a respectable look about him. He was one them roundbody niggas, in a button-down shirt and nice pants, got a graveled-down voice with a throaty murmur. He run the barbershop on the outfront for the Bloods, and since Thumper done his time standing up for them, Carson was supervising his freedom.

From Thumper the Booty Bandit

He got showed to his new apartment by this nigga Carson, a bullet-shape darkskin homeboy who ran the Bloods of Allentown. Carson wore a nice shirt he buttoned up like a white man. Or maybe niggas did that now, shit’s bullshit. Back before, ain’t no nigga button up a shirt. Not a proper nigga anyway.

Maybe the top button, if you’s a California nigga. But Thumper don’t mess with the West Coast.

From Deep on the Downlow