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Books by M.N. Manmacker

Masculine Shockers: Chapter Two

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Teddy thought that Mal was a generally polite and solicitous person, because that was the way he acted. It wasn’t until he happened to see Mal in a grocery store one day that Teddy realized it was all an act.
Perhaps that shouldn’t have been surprising. In the Martinsburg Public Library, Mal was a librarian. Since he was a nearly seven-foot tall black man in a kangol hat and a dense Muslim-looking beard, he didn’t exactly fit in. The other librarians were mostly either elderly white women or politically activist young women. Mal had muscles bulging from the button-down shirt and tie he wore — literally, his body didn’t seem to fit in his shirt. It looked as though flexing his biceps would make his clothes fall apart like a Hulk.
“That’s right, ma’am, I do work here. I’d be glad to help,” he said. Even when he spoke quietly, his baritone voice boomed like a cannon, echoing in the tiny library. He didn’t really have a quiet voice. His voice sounded like his chest was so massive his words resonated around in there before making their way out, so they came out echoey and cavernous. The little old white lady who had approached the information desk quaked a little.
She whispered something Teddy couldn’t hear. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on that though. He was busy fantasizing about Mal.
He spoke so properly at the library, but when Teddy ran into him at the grocery store, he was hanging out with a couple of other young black men. They had been talking about something, but the only words Teddy could make out were Mal saying, “yeah, nigga, I made that ass shake, you don’t even know, she was vibratin’ all over my meat.”
He hadn’t been speaking properly at all. He had been passing himself off as a thug. Or had he simply stopped trying to pass himself off as a kindly librarian? Teddy didn’t know which was the case.
He didn’t much care either. It was mildly interesting, but Teddy wasn’t here for that. He was here to jack Mal off.
That was Teddy’s hobby, finding alpha males and seeing if they would let him take a swing on their meat.
He waited until the end of the night. Teddy knew from personal experience that Mal closed up alone. He let the other employees — all of them old ladies — go when it was still light out. He even escorted them to their cars like a gentleman before returning to close up.

Teddy waited for that tonight. He pretended to read a book in the study room, which was out of the way enough that Mal wouldn’t likely know Teddy was here until he checked right before leaving for the night.


“You have a good night too, Vera, uh-huh,” Mal said. “Lemme get the door.”
Teddy straightened his back. After a few minutes, Mal came back in, sans Vera. Teddy still sat there. He heard Mal moving around behind the counter, finishing up for the night.
Then, at last, Mal came closer. “Hello, anybody there? We closin’ now, you best wake up if you out there.” It didn’t sound like he had any expectation that anyone would be left in the library. He looked in the bathrooms and down each of the halls purely out of habit. “Hello?!”
Teddy stood up and put a shocked look on his face as Mal came around the corner and saw him. Teddy cleared his throat. “Oh, are you closed?”
“Yes, sir,” Mal said.
Teddy nodded and grabbed his things. He headed for the door. He took in Mal’s intoxicating scent, which was almost enough to get him hard in itself. He brushed past Mal’s thick chest on his way out of the study room.
Then he headed for the stairs to the main floor. The front lights were already off, but there was emergency lighting that never turned off. Teddy stopped there.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
Mal frowned. “Yes, I’m a real librarian. I know I ain’t typical.” He flexed his arm and kissed his bicep. “It’s just what I do, y’know. Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ a brother gettin’ a degree in library science. In fact-“
“Yeah, yeah, sure, I get that, that’s not the question,” Teddy said. “Though it’s kinda related. I was wondering…” He pulled out a wad of five hundred dollar bills. “What you’d be willing to do for five hundred dollars?”
“Man, I ain’t a thug, I ain’t beatin’ up no one for you, I swear-“
“No, no this is nothing like that,” Teddy said. “What if you just stood there and closed your eyes and let me swallow you dry?”
Mal frowned and chuckled. “Hmmm…” He grunted. “Uh. Uh-huh.” He shifted his weight between his feet. “Uh… yeah. Okay.”
Teddy dropped to his knees as soon as Mal said it. He leaned against the check-out counter, near a stack of children’s books. Teddy unzipped his slacks and took his cock out. It was thick and veiny, hefty enough to have some weight to it when Teddy flopped it over his mouth.
“Man, you said you wanted to swallow it, honky. Whatchoo playin’ at? If you wanna do it, do it. Put it in ya mouth and get it wet, shit…” He leaned back as though bored already.
Teddy giggled and started licking it. He planted his lips on the tip and made a loud moist suckling noise. He still hadn’t started throating it yet, or even licking it. He just sucked on the tip like a lollipop he was trying to melt in his mouth as quickly as possible.

Mal had only unzipped khakis and undone his belt. His pants were open, but not down. His shirt was in the way. Teddy didn’t mind — in his view, that just made it hotter. He could smell the musky fabric of his khaki pants, which he had probably worn more than once since he last washed them, mixing with the lilting detergent scent of his cleaner underwear.


“C’mon, man, if you gonna swallow it, get to swallowin’. Open that mouth up and get it down.” Mal chuckled dryly. He swiped his dick — just getting a bit hard now — over Teddy’s face. “You like that, man?”
“Hmmm… I do…” Teddy smiled up at him. He stuck his tongue out and chased Mal’s dick with it, trying to lick it while Mal tried to rub it over his face. Mal kept a tight frown on and he kept looking away with a sigh like he really wished Teddy would get on with it. But a smile flickered over his face too.
Finally Mal roared. “I know you just teasin’ me. You wanna swallow it fo’ real, right?”
“I do…” Teddy said coyly. That was his cue to start really throating. He went as far down as he could in one smooth motion. He was practiced, so he was able to deeply throat Mal like a champion. His nose buried itself in Mal’s pubic hair, and his throat soon fought because Mal finally rocketed to full erection.
His dick throbbed in Teddy’s mouth, its veiny shaft pulsating against his tongue. Teddy smiled up at Mal, whose eyes were closed.
“Wait…” Mal stopped moving, but he didn’t take his dick out. Teddy made eye contact with him, and Mal furrowed his brow. “When I said I’m a real librarian, you said that wasn’t the question you wanted to ask, but it was related. Why was it related?”
Teddy had to laugh even though he still had Mal’s dick in his throat. That made him choke, his whole body spasming. He didn’t stop though, not until Mal dragged his cock out and frowned at him.
“I’s askin’ you a question, man, answer me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. His dick bobbed in front of Teddy’s face. Teddy, gasping for air, chased it with his mouth until Mal swiped it away. “I swear,” he said, “white boys can’t even handle having a conversation in front of black dick.”
Teddy giggled and blushed. He sighed. “I just meant that I thought you were handsome, and I’ve got sort of a weird thing for, y’know, handsome men who aren’t what you expect big tough guys to be. Like ballet dancers and kindergarten teachers and stuff.”
Mal eyed him suspiciously. “That’s weird.”
“Exactly.”
“So you ain’t one of them white cuckold dudes or somethin’? You got a thing for mandingo dick?”
“Not unless they’re attached to florists or librarians or something,” Teddy said. “And, I mean, they have to be handsome. I’m not into any fat guy who’s a librarian. But no, I’m not turned on by library science and didn’t really need to know how or why you became a librarian.”
“Hm.” Mal nodded. He ordinarily got annoyed when people acted like it was an oddity for a black man to become a librarian, especially a big tough guy with a beard and a criminal record like him. So he should have been happy that Teddy didn’t care about that. But it still seemed weird and made him feel more prostitutey than he had before.
Regardless, he wasn’t about to give up on an orgasm partway through. He drilled his dick back in Teddy’s mouth. This time he kept his arms crossed over his chest.
“No hands,” he said when Teddy tried to hold onto the root of his dick. Since Mal’s arms were over his chest, neither of them could touch his dick as he slammed it in and out of Teddy’s throat. It wasn’t quite an aggressive throating — which Teddy would have been fine with — it was more of a warm, passionate humping in his mouth. Teddy swallowed it the best he could, moving his head to match Mal’s hips movements, so he could keep on swallowing that massive black shaft.
Soon the sour and sweet flavor of precum hit Teddy’s senses. He moaned and swallowed it, choking down as much as he could. He loved precum. He always snarfed it down and smiled the whole time, every time. He thought precum was sexier than actual cum because it reflected every alpha’s inner nature. It smelled and tasted and felt like his entire body, while all cum, Teddy thought, was more or less the same.
Precum flowed copiously down Teddy’s chin. Mal smeared some of it around with his thumb, smiling at the desirous look in Teddy’s eyes. Mal could land plenty of sexy chicks who wanted him, but it was rare for them to love throating his dick like this.
That was why Mal liked getting blowing his nut in men. He rarely admitted it, and he never told those men that he did it often. He preferred to make them think it was something he would never do, that they’d have to seduce him — or sometimes give him money — to do it.
But he adored getting dome from a man because he could really pound their throat like he was doing now with Teddy. He could make his balls slap against Teddy’s chin and even pinch his nostrils shut to make it easier for him to swallow the whole thing.
“Hmmm…”
“You wanna stick me in the ass?” Teddy asked, pulling off his dick and letting it spew precum on his lips. That muddled his words, making them sound like he spoke into a glass of syrup, blowing bubbles with his lips as he talked.
Mal grunted. “Hell yeah.” He chuckled as Teddy stood and gripped the shelves behind him. “You holdin’ onto the African American history section. Sounds ‘ppropriate to me.”
Teddy smiled and gripped the metal shelf tightly. He gritted his teeth as he felt that thick dick slide into his ass. It was girthy and long and so hard it made Teddy wince. He gasped.
But Mal petted his scalp and said, “Hmmm… it’s okay, man, it’ll feel good in just a second. You just gotta give ol’ Mal a second to find the right angle. How ’bout that?” He drilled in from one angle, and Teddy let out a pleasured moan.
That wasn’t good enough for Mal, however, who kept stroking Teddy on the head and neck. He massaged him gently as he penetrated him from a different angle.
This time, Teddy’s howl of desire was so loud it echoed in the library, and Mal looked around again to be sure no one else was here. He laughed at Teddy’s frenzied squirming.
“Damn, my man, there it is, that’s the angle you been waitin’ for, I expect.” Mal loved bringing his bottoms to pleasure, and on that score, it didn’t matter if they were male or female. He couldn’t stay hard if the person he was with wasn’t having the orgasm of their lifetime.
So no matter how much his body cried out for him to plow into Teddy as hard as he could, from whatever angle helped his giant dick fit in better, Mal didn’t. He found Teddy’s prostate and rubbed his dick against it, smiling when he saw Teddy’s foot shake and his hands turn into claws that grappled with the shelves.
“Shit… Aw, fuck, man…” Mal moaned.
Then, he and Teddy both stopped — the door opened. The main door had swung open on the ground floor. If the lights had been on, whoever had walked in would surely have seen Teddy and Mal. But instead they were bathed in darkness, silhouettes indistinguishable even with the dim emergency lighting that never turned off.
“Shit — shush….” Mal pulled his cock out, and Teddy flopped to the ground. It took all his concentration to avoid shouting and groaning out loud, so he ended up rolling around like a dying fish. Mal hurried to pull his pants up. He still had a hardon, and his cock dripped with precum and anal juices. He grimaced as he put that in his pants — that was going to feel filthy, he thought, and his dick was still awkwardly erect.
He went to the stairs. “Yo! Who’s there?”
“Oh, Mal… is that you? I thought that was your car outside. You’re still here?”
“Vera? Yeah… I’m, uh… I was just about to leave,” Mal said.
“Oh, well, I forgot my phone,” she said. Mal came down the stairs. He had to walk slowly because his dick was hard in his pants, and he couldn’t let it show. It made it very awkward to use the stairs. He was so focused on that that, by the time he reached the main floor, Vera had found her phone.
“You got it?”
“Yes,” she said. She gestured for him to follow her to the door. Mal gritted his teeth. She smiled. “Aren’t you leaving?”
“Uh… yeah. My keys is upstairs though. You surprised me,” Mal said. “You go’n ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, uh, well… Okay,” she said with a shrug. She tottered towards the door.
She had never walked so slow. Mal walked up the stairs, listening intently for the heavy front door to slam shut. He laboriously ascended, his erection finally starting to subside a little.
When he heard it click shut, Mal raced into action. He ran up the stairs, even though that made his cock jostle painfully in his khakis. He found Teddy, still sprawled out on the floor, and rammed his pants back down to his ankles. He lifted his shirt up enough that it wouldn’t get in the way and plunged into Teddy’s ass.
“Aaaaaaah….” He moaned, his mind finally relaxing now that he was back in Teddy’s tight, warm ass. He grabbed Teddy’s back and caressed it. “There you go, thanks for waitin’ while I dealt with that old broad.”
“Hmmmmm… Thanks for coming back,” Teddy said. He tried to raise his ass, to get on all fours, but Mal’s heavy body kept pinning him down.
Finally Mal realized what Teddy was trying to do and lifted his head up. He wrapped one arm around Teddy’s neck, putting him in a light chokehold. He dragged Teddy into a doggystyle position, all without missing a beat. Teddy was too stiff and orgasmic, on the verge of his own climax, his dick throbbing in his hand, to really move in a coordinated way.
It was the most intense orgasm of Teddy’s life. He cried out, muffling the sound at first and then shouting as loud as he could when he realized it didn’t matter. He hadn’t accepted a dick this big in his ass in a long time, and Mal was his new favorite librarian.
“Ah, god, I’m gonna cum in ya, I’m goin’, I’m goin’, you ready?” Mal breathlessly grunted into Teddy’s ear. His breath condensed into a layer of moisture on the side of his head.
Teddy shot his load at the same time, beginning just before he felt the first drops of Mal’s cum coat his insides. Teddy wanted to cry out again, to scream his orgasm into the darkness of the library, but the sensations roiling within him were too intense. He could feel Mal ramming into every inch of his body, coating his insides in creamy, sticky warmth.
It seeped throughout him and soaked into his body. Teddy couldn’t believe how much cum there was, flowing into him like it came from a massive hose. Mal’s heavy balls drained deep into Teddy’s body, until it dripped down the sides of his hole and into a puddle on the carpeted floor of the library.
“Aaaah… goddamn…” Mal said as though he was done, but he kept pistoning his hips. He grunted like an animal, like he couldn’t believe he was still going.
Teddy couldn’t tell if Mal was still cumming or not. He felt semen flowing in and out of him, but that was probably just because Mal was still moving his dick around. It twitched within him, and he frothed his load into a big wet mess that flowed over his limpening mahogany cockshaft.
Finally, he pulled out, and Teddy let out a chest-rattling moan. He twitched and fell limp on the ground, marinating in the puddle of cum and juices that lay there. Teddy rolled over onto his back so he could see Mal, who kneeled there.
He had never taken his shirt off, and his pants were still around his ankles. Teddy’s toes rubbed over his dickshaft, while Mal breathed heavy. Then he stood and sighed. Teddy grabbed some tissues from the nearby circulation counter, and he wiped his own ass off. Mal stood there like he expected Teddy to clean his dick too, so Teddy did so.
“Damn, boy,” Mal said with a dry laugh. He stroked Teddy’s smooth chin. “I like you a lot. You gonna be a regular patron?”
“I dunno, maybe…” Teddy smiled. “I do like this library.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Masculine Shockers: Chapter Three

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Teddy was at Randall’s Candles. He was in town for a wedding, and he needed a nice present. The woman getting married loved candles. Teddy thought he might find some sort of ultra-luxury candle, or maybe a candle-making kit, but he found nothing of the sort.
What he did see was a tall, broad-shouldered man walk in. He was scruffy, thick-bodied, strong without quite being muscular. He looked rather like a frat boy, but Teddy got a strong whiff of dumbness in him and suspected that he did not go to college (or if he did, it was on an athletic scholarship).
He loudly sniffed one of the candles. He put it in his arms, then grabbed another. His deep bass voice rang out. “This one smells like mango… What’s chut-ney?! Oh, I like this one!”
“Hey, Jimmy,” said the employee, a portly woman with dyed black hair. She looked like she was not happy to see Jimmy.
“Hi Gina, did you get any new ones in? I need my usual shipment,” he said. Jimmy looked at Teddy and nodded. “‘Sup, hey.”

“Hi,” Teddy said. He blushed. He wasn’t expecting to see such a handsome young man in here. “Lemme guess, you’re buying something for your girlfriend? Who’s… an English major?”
“Ha, no, good guess though, my last girlfriend was an English major. She was into poetry and shit.” He frowned and made a thumbs-down gesture. “She dumped me though, because of inconsiderateness and not being… not saying things when she was… like, upset. Or whatever. Or not, like… sometimes, saying too much. Like, she said I didn’t get it or even, uh… it was about listening too much. Or not enough.” As he talked he tapped on the counter, waiting for Gina to return.
“So, do you really have a ‘usual shipment’?” Teddy asked. “You must buy a lot of candles.”


Jimmy blushed and bit his lip. His tapping on the counter had gradually turned into full-scale drumming, but it stopped as he turned red. “I just like candles. I like… I read this book — or, my other ex-girlfriend did, really. But she showed me all the good parts,” he explained this in a rush like Teddy was going to scold him for not doing his own work. “It was about smelling, and how it has an effect on stuff. Like if you smell something, something happens. You know? Like, in you. It happens in you. It’s like, good for… you. So, she made me put on a pine-forest candle when I worked out. She said it was good for physical… for getting your pump on. Or whatever. So I did it and then she dumped me because I wanted anal too much and my dick was too big. And I liked the forest thing when I work out, it does help me lift more, you know. Or whatever.” He blinked. “Hey, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that part about fucking her in the ass. I mean… having sex with her in her ass. I mean, having sex with her in her butt.” He smiled broadly like he wanted a medal for finally saying it without any cuss words.
“That’s okay,” Teddy said. He was still dumbstruck by how cute Jimmy was, and Jimmy talked so fast it was hard to get a word in.
“Man, I like girls, and, um… boobs. You know about boobs? Boobs are awesome.” He looked into the back and saw Gina coming back to the front. She had a box of forest-scented candles.
“Sorry, Jimmy, the price on these went up,” Gina said. “Just a bit though.”
“Again? The price keeps going up,” Jimmy said with a frown. He sighed and counted out his cash.
“Wait, Jimmy, let me,” Teddy said. He handed over his credit card.
“Really? Awesome! Can I get one of those mango chutney ones?!” He was already running back to the shelf to get it. “Do you know what chutney is? Is it food?”
“Yes, it’s like… it’s just chopped up fruit, in a sauce.”
“What’s it smell like?”
“Usually just a bunch of spices and stuff.”
“So you can eat it?” Jimmy said as Gina rang up the candles.
Teddy paused, unsure how stupid Jimmy actually was. “… Not the candle,” Teddy said. “Actual chutney, yeah. It’s food. Don’t eat the candle.”
“Wow, I wonder what chutney smell is good for? Aroamingtherapy, that’s what you call it. Do you know? Do you think it’ll make me better at X-Box?” Jimmy asked. He was again shifting his weight back and forth like a hyperactive teenager (though he was clearly well into his twenties).
“Maybe,” Teddy said. He caught a glimpse of Gina, who was politely bagging up all of Jimmy’s candles with a wry smile on her face like she was trying not to laugh.
“So, why are you buying candles for me, man? Thanks a lot, by the way. Thanks. Thank you, sir.” He spoke with increasing seriousness as though somebody told him he was too silly when he thanked people. “Thank you.” He gave a little bow.
“No problem, Jimmy, glad to help. I actually have something you could do to earn some money,” Teddy said. He walked out of the shop with Jimmy.
“Oh cool, I need a new job, I hate delivering pizzas. Lemme call my boss and tell him to fuck off. He’s a prickface-“
“No, no-“
“He called his wife a bitch, which I think is wrong. I mean… it’s right, she is a bitch. But you’re not supposed to say that if you’re married to her. And he called Frankie a retard, which is totally not okay because he is a… He has… He’s messed up. It’s okay to call people retards if they’re not.” He paused. “I mean, I think you’re not supposed to do that either. But you’re really really not supposed to call actual retards retards.” He pulled out his phone.
“Jimmy, wait, don’t quit-“
“Hang on, I’m calling him. What’s this job you’re hiring me for?” He put the phone to his ear.
Teddy could hear it ringing. “Wait! Jimmy, stop!” He grabbed the phone from him and hung up. “Jimmy, shut up, Jesus, listen to me for a minute. I’m not offering you a job. I’m offering you a one-time thing. It’ll take a couple hours, and then I’m leaving. Don’t quit your job. Christ, were you really going to quit because a stranger offered you a job? I didn’t even tell you what the job was or how much it paid.”
He blushed and smiled. “Oh yeah. It’s not a video-game developer? That’s what I want to do. That’s what I was hoping for.” He looked genuinely surprised, like he thought Teddy was a video-game tycoon simply because it would have been convenient for Jimmy if he was. Jimmy grinned. “They said you have to know about computers though.”
“Yeah, you have to know about computers,” Teddy said, rolling his eyes. They were out of the mall now, in the parking lot. Jimmy said he walked here, so they went to Teddy’s car.
“Or a stuntman. I think I’d be a good stuntman. See?” Jimmy flopped onto the ground and rolled back and forth like he was on fire. He screamed so loud he attracted attention from everyone else in the parking lot. Then he jumped to his feet and brushed gravel off his chest. “See? That was me on fire.”
“Cool, Jimmy. That’s neat. No, I’m not offering you a job as a stuntman.”
“So what is it? What is the job?” Jimmy finally asked. Teddy couldn’t believe it had taken this long for him to actually ask what the job was. Teddy wasn’t trying to hide it, Jimmy just kept talking, and Teddy didn’t interrupt him. Teddy unlocked his car, and Jimmy sat in the passenger seat.
“Wait… Jimmy… Just for future reference, when someone offers you a job, you should ask what that job is before you get in that stranger’s car,” he said. “And you should consider not getting in the car.”
“How else would I get the job? Should I ride on the roof? My uncle let me do that once when I was a kid. It was awesome. A ladybug flew up my nose. I think it’s still in there.”
Teddy sighed. Jimmy was lucky he was cute. Teddy didn’t want to sound threatening, so he didn’t explain his concerns in any detail. It was clear Jimmy would remain a fool for the time being regardless. “No, Jimmy. You’re fine. Just be careful, okay? Not everyone is as nice as me. Where do you live?”

Jimmy gave him directions. Teddy parked outside a dingy apartment complex not far from the mall. Inside was a typical bachelor pad. It smelled like dirty clothes. There was a TV and a mattress, both on the floor. The trash can by the bed consisted mainly of used condoms. A street sign reading Twitman Avenue was mounted on the wall — Jimmy later explained that he thought it said Twatman when he was drunk and didn’t realize until the morning that there was no joke there. Most of the living room was taken up by a bench press and free weights scattered around the floor.


“Do you wanna play X-Box?” he asked, running to the console like a kid on Christmas Day. He stopped himself. “Oh, wait, what’s this job? Do I need to wear nice clothes? I have a button-down shirt but there’s a stain on it that looks like pee. It’s not pee, it’s… well, I don’t know the polite word for it. Vaginajuice, I guess? Is that a word?”
“No, Jimmy, stop, ew, no,” Teddy said with a sigh. He watched as Jimmy lit a candle. The room filled with the scent of nuts and milk. Teddy smiled. “I-“
“These are chestnuts. It’s a chestnut-eggnog candle. I think chestnut is a funny word, it makes me laugh every time I say it. I think its roaming therapy effect is… it makes me horny, but that’s probably not right. Oh wait, sorry, I mean… is that offensive? It makes me want girls. I think its roaming therapy is that it makes you wanna do it with hot chicks.”
“Jimmy…” Teddy said. “Have you ever jacked off with a man? Or, y’know… cum in a guy?”
He had to be blunt to sneak the question in before Jimmy went off on another tangent. Jimmy cocked his head to the side like he didn’t understand the question. “What? No… Just y’know, pussy. Vagina, I mean. Vaginas. You know about vaginas, right?”
Teddy narrowed his eyes to slits. “I’ve heard of them.” He sighed. “I’ll give you five hundred dollars to put it in my ass. You can do it real hard, as hard as you want. And I’ll swallow your dick deeper than any girl.”
Jimmy didn’t respond. For the first time — possibly ever in his life — he was speechless for a long time. He blushed a deep, dark red. “Are you serious? Five hundred dollars!” He jumped up and down. “Wait… Are you serious? You want…?” He was barely able to contain his glee. “But wait… is that allowed?”
“What?”
“Like… won’t I get in trouble?”
“For messing around with me? No. It’s just like jacking off.”
“But you’re not… Isn’t that like… I dunno, racist or something?”
“How would that be racist?”
“Not racist, but, I don’t know… intolerant, or something? Is it okay?” His eyes were bugged out. His face was as red as a cranberry.
“Yes, Jimmy. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell anyone at all,” he said.
Jimmy thought for a long time. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can-“
“You can watch porn while you do it.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?! Oh, wow, okay then. Sure. I’ll do that. No problem. I mean… what if…? You know, I don’t know if… What if I don’t…? Or if I can’t…?”
“You’ll get hard, Jimmy, don’t worry,” Teddy said.
He took a deep breath. He looked more and more nervous with every passing moment, like he had agreed just thinking about the money and now wasn’t sure if he could do it.
“Take off your shirt,” Teddy said.
He did so. He laughed. His face was red, as was his chest. Teddy didn’t mind — there was nothing more arousing than a nervous alpha. Jimmy had an amazing body. It wasn’t perfect by any means, he had a few pounds of padding on his belly (he was tall enough that he still had a flat stomach, just no six-pack) and a generally meaty build. But he clearly worked out a lot, and his body brimmed with powerful muscles.
He laughed more as Teddy kissed his nipple. His pecs rippled beneath Teddy’s tongue. His rolling laughter made it difficult for Teddy to suck on his muscle, but Teddy enjoyed chasing his body with his tongue.
“Hey, wait a sec, oh holy shit…” Jimmy mumbled to himself. He went into his bedroom and came back out with a handful of porno magazines. He sat on the bench press and flipped through one until he found a picture of a sexy Asian woman spreading her legs. He sighed. “Ah, yeah, okay.”
Teddy giggled and kneeled in front of him. He touched Jimmy’s dick, which twitched and which made Jimmy’s whole body spasm and shake. Jimmy gasped. He leaned back to give Teddy better access to his crotch.
Then he leaned all the way back and laid onto the bench press, like he was going to work out. He had his porno magazine in hand, holding it above his head. He gripped it tightly and stared at it like it was a liferaft and he was drowning.
Teddy pulled his jeans down and whistled at the sight of Jimmy’s massive cock. He wasn’t kidding about it being too big for anal (for most girls, not for Teddy, of course). He gave it a stroke and Jimmy laughed again.
It perked up as Teddy licked it and slathered spit overtop it. Soon it was as hard as Jimmy’s muscles, and throbbing atop Teddy’s tongue.
A cacophony of sounds escaped from Jimmy’s mouth. He kept his eyes tightly focused on the porno magazine, but he gurgled and grunted, moaned, sputtered, laughed and coughed all at once. He glanced down once his dick got hard, then muttered, “Oh god…” and kept a tight focus on the magazine.
Once he was good and hard, Teddy pulled off his dick. Jimmy sighed and laughed some more. One of his arms gripped the magazine, the other flailed uselessly over his body — it looked like he had an urge to touch Teddy’s head, to guide him up and down, but he didn’t want to touch a man. Teddy giggled.
He mounted Jimmy, who grunted and lowered the magazine so that it literally covered his face. Then he gagged and dropped it. “Oh, man, I forgot I nutted all over that like a million times. Tastes like cum. Oh man, that’s nasty.” He covered his face with one forearm.
“So do all girls tell you your cock is too big for anal?” Teddy asked as he lowered himself onto Jimmy’s dick.
Jimmy bit his lip and bucked. His hands fluttered above his chest, then grabbed the bench press beneath him — the bench was much narrower than his body, so it was awkward and it forced his muscular chest upwards, off the bench. Jimmy laughed and blushed. “Yeah. Yeah. Most girls won’t do it, at least not more than once.” He was about to add something else, but then moaned violently. His cock slid the rest of the way into Teddy’s ass.
Teddy grunted. He was momentarily overcome by pain and pressure in his ass. He struggled to accept it, and his ass gradually loosened. He swayed back and forth, making Jimmy gasp and sputter all over again.
Teddy lifted himself up and slid back down Jimmy’s cock. Jimmy responded like he was tied up and had to struggle against the ropes. But of course he wasn’t tied up, the only reason he struggled was that Teddy was atop him and Jimmy didn’t want to touch Teddy, so there was nowhere to put his hands. Jimmy kept his hands on the bench press beneath himself instead.
His muscles rippled beneath Teddy’s touch. Jimmy responded like he was ticklish to Teddy’s fingers rubbing his muscles — though it was hard to tell if Jimmy was laughing at that, or just generally laughing, since he hadn’t really stopped since his dick got hard. He looked down at his body slick with Teddy’s saliva and nervous sweat and watched his cock disappear into Teddy’s asshole.
“Oh god, man, I can’t believe… Hey does this mean I’m a gigolo?” Jimmy asked. He covered his eyes again.
“Not technically,” Teddy said, his voice tight and pinched as he accepted Jimmy’s massive manhood within him. “A gigolo gets paid by a woman for sex.”
“Do you know any women who…?”
“No. Sorry,” Teddy said, orgasmic feelings welling up within him and making it hard to answer. “I think gigolos are fictional.”
“Can I tell people you were a woman?”
Teddy smiled. “I guess. But you could always do that, Jimmy.”
“What?”
“You could have made up a woman paying you for sex anytime. You could have made that up yesterday. You don’t need me to make that okay,” Teddy said.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess so. But this way, maybe people will believe me,” Jimmy said.
Teddy didn’t see the logic of that, but he didn’t want to argue about it. He just said okay and kept riding his dick. Jimmy was on the verge of orgasm too. His veiny cockshaft pulsated in Teddy’s ass.
“Hey do you know Terry?”
“What?”
“He’s my neighbor. He’s weird,” Jimmy said. He blushed even deeper red — Teddy got the feeling Jimmy responded to anxiety (and everything else) by talking, that was why he was rambling. Jimmy frowned. “He always looks at me… Do you think he’d pay me too? I could do this again. He’s kinda… old. He’s like forty.”
“I don’t know him, Jimmy. You could ask. He might do it,” Teddy said. “Now be quiet so you can cum.”
After a pause, Jimmy said, “I can cum when I talk. I talk a lot during sex. My girlfriend Wendy said I talk too much-“
“You do. She was right. Hush,” Teddy said. “If you’re gonna talk, it’s gotta be dirty talk.” He wanted to explain further and get Jimmy to do some dirty talk — he got the feeling Jimmy couldn’t do it, but it would be fun to try. But the pressure and incipient orgasm in his prostate made it impossible to focus.
“Oh, right. Like this…” he cleared his throat. “Oh, god, baby, yeah…” He crooned and laughed like he had been trying to get the hang of dirty-talk for a long time and never did it.
Then, as though he was utterly shocked by it, Jimmy orgasmed. His laugh cut off in the middle, and his muscles all tensed at once. His face was tight and pinched like he was in agonizing pain. He looked at Teddy for the first time since this had begun.
Teddy climaxed too, shooting his load into the palm of his hand. A giant wad of cum filled up his ass, spraying jet after jet of creamy hot cum into his insides. Teddy squirmed and gasped, his hands caressing Jimmy’s taut muscles.
Their simultaneous orgasms lasted what felt like forever to Teddy. He loved getting plowed by straight boys. There was nothing better, he thought as he exulted in the unkempt scent of Jimmy’s body and the feel of his sticky cum seeping into Teddy’s flesh. Jimmy shot a huge load, his whole body shaking, hair flying back and forth like a shaggy dog drying itself.
“Hell yeah…” Jimmy said with a tight grunt.
Finally it was done. To tease Jimmy, Teddy remained on his cock, shifting his hips back and forth. Every motion sent a wave of staggering pleasure through Jimmy’s body, making his muscles ripple, his scruffy hair tremble, his upper lip shake. Jimmy moaned, his face remaining a bright red dappled with sweat.
Jimmy opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a wordless moan. Teddy giggled. He bent down and kissed each of Jimmy’s nipples, then pulled off his dick. Jimmy sighed grandly, his whole body spasming at Teddy’s touch, and he limply flopped onto the bench press beneath him.
“Thanks, Jimmy. That was really hot…”
Teddy looked for some tissues to clean himself and Jimmy with, but there were none in the living room. He found some paper towels in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but peer into the refrigerator too — it was a standard bachelor fridge, nothing but condiments, beer, hot dogs and leftover pizza. Teddy slipped another twenty-dollar bill in the fridge and added a note that read use this to buy real food, Jimmy. He left it unsigned, figuring Jimmy would probably think it a message from God.
He went back out to the living room. Jimmy’s body gleamed with sweat. He was limp all over, half-asleep. He grumbled when Teddy wiped his dick off with a moistened paper towel. He lifted his head enough to watch Teddy handle his meaty shaft, then laid back down.
He seemed to have totally forgotten about the money. Teddy could have just walked right out. But he didn’t. He placed five hundred dollar bills on Jimmy’s pecs.
“Bye, Jimmy. Good luck.”
He lazily lifted one hand to wave goodbye. “Later, dude. Come by and see me again sometime.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

Masculine Shockers: Chapter Four

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

“We close in four minutes, suh,” Andre said when Teddy walked in to the florist shop in Martinsburg.
Teddy nodded. “That’s okay. I don’t actually want any flowers right now,” he said. His heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what made him think this would work, but he’d wanted to do it ever since he bought flowers here a few weeks ago.
“Oh, you got the roses for that wedding?” Andre asked. He said it with a twitch in his nose like he wasn’t used to talking politely with men. “How was it?”
“It was wonderful! Thank you!” Teddy squealed. He tried to act as feminine as possible. “You were so helpful, oh my god.”
“Good. Whatcha need?” Andre took a deep breath. He snorted and rubbed his face. He leaned against the counter, then against the wall behind himself, then he stood up straight.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He sucked on his teeth. “Yeah, fine.”

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars to stick your dick in me,” Teddy said. “That’s not technically a question. Will you stick your dick in me for five hundred dollars? There you go.”


“What? You crazy, man, what? What the…? Man…” Andre looked away and covered his face for a minute. “No way, man, not for no amount of money. No way.”
“Oh-“
He furrowed his brow. “Thousand dollars, man. Thousand dollars. I stick ya you so good you can’t eat beef for a week, man, thousand dollars.”
“Oh, well… You said no way… but okay. Yeah. I can do that. Thousand dollars,” Teddy said.
“Wait, uh… Whatchoo want, huh? You can taste my dick. That what you want?”
“Yes, I want to taste your dick, please, sir, Andre. But I also want it in the butt…” Teddy said with a seductive smile.
“Hmm… Lemme think, boy.” Andre’s reaction had gone from no way to hell yeah to maybe. Teddy suspected that the answer was yes but Andre thought he could negotiate more money this way. Teddy didn’t mind too much — he could afford it, and he wanted to see what he could tease out of Andre.
“Why don’t I just start licking? When you’re ready, you can tell me how much you want to get in my ass.”
“Hmm…” He grumbled like he didn’t want to do this, but a smile flickered over his face too. Teddy came around to the other side of the counter.
“What? Right now?” Andre bristled. “I’m still open, man.”
Teddy smiled as he dropped to his knees. He was concealed behind the counter from anyone who might come in. Teddy pulled Andre’s apron over his head, then unzipped Andre’s khakis, which had a musky unwashed smell even over the floral scent that dominated the florist shop.
His cock popped out. It was thick and brown and so long it made Teddy a little scared. That was going to hurt. But he couldn’t wait, he loved a challenge. Teddy giggled underneath the apron.
“Yo, whiteman, you doin’ it or what? Huh?” He shouted, his gravelly deep voice a low throaty rumble that made Teddy’s throat crave his body. Teddy’s fingers explored his warm stone-like chest until Andre swatted his hands away. “Get started, damn…”
At last, Teddy licked Andre’s shaft. It twitched beneath his tongue, and the flavor of his coconut-oil-scented skin overwhelmed Teddy’s senses. He shivered and ran his tongue up and down the shaft.
“Man, I ain’t closed. Someone could walk in here anytime,” he said.
“Then go lock the door.”
He shrugged. “I don’t wanna lose no customers, man. People sometimes come in the last couple minutes- Oh, good evenin’, ma’am,” he said with a forced warble to his voice.
Teddy suppressed a giggle at the realization that a customer had indeed come in. Teddy couldn’t see from this side of the counter, but he heard her fat-footed steps and her heavy breathing. She sounded like a heavy woman, possibly old.
“Oh, hello…”
“How can I help you today, ma’am?” Andre asked. He sounded vaguely flirtatious. Teddy wasn’t sure if that was because he flirted with all his female customers, he flirted with this one in particular or because he was just overwhelmed and found it difficult to modulate his demeanor with Teddy slurping his cock. Andre chuckled. “You gettin’ flowers for the beauty contest you just won?”
“Oh, stop, you’re bad, you’re so bad,” she said. Teddy could tell that she blushed and also that she didn’t want Andre to stop. The customer giggled like a high schooler, though it was clear she was much older than that. “I’m hosting a dinner party for my Purple Hat friends.”
“Sure, sure, of course.” It was clear Andre didn’t know what Purple Hat was. His cock stiffened and throbbed in Teddy’s mouth. A few drops of precum leaked out.
“And I wanted a table decoration,” she said. “Something understated. Something like this, but more colorful. Maybe that — but that’s awfully large. And it can’t have geraniums in it. My friend Suzie is actually allergic to geraniums, can you believe it?”
“Gerania,” Andre said.
“I’m sorry, dear?”
“The plural of geranium. It’s gerania.” Andre pounded on the glass counter. It probably looked like he was in pain, but he was just covering up a moan. His cock leaked precum, its salty flavor coating Teddy’s tongue.
Teddy was pinned between Andre and the counter, which was high enough that the woman couldn’t see anything below Andre’s chest. Teddy probably would have been overwhelmed by giggling if his mouth weren’t full. He reached around and grabbed Andre’s asscheeks, making him yelp and squirm. Andre leaned over the counter and smiled at the woman.
“Oh my, are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pointed to something. “I was just… ugh… I was, uh… That’s a very nice bouquet. No gerania.”
“Oh, that is remarkable!” She scurried away from the counter. “That is remarkable, Andre. Did you put this together?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You are an artiste, sir,” she said. “I am so happy for you. I think it’s great that your passion for flowers has brought you out of the ghetto.” She smacked her lips. “It just brings a tear to my eyes. Most people think that flower arranging is unimportant. But it matters, it really does. It beautifies our homes, and-“
“Uh-huh.”
“It changes lives. If there were a reality show about florists, Andre, you should apply. You would win. You have such a great life story,” she said.
“Yep. Yes, ma’am. Uh-huh,” he said. His knees buckled, and he licked his lips. He laughed, apropos of nothing, shifting his weight between his feet as he covered up his moans of desire. His cock throbbed in Teddy’s throat. Andre tried to keep his hips still, but his instincts had him grinding his hips beneath the counter. The first credit card she gave him was declined.
“Oh is that card not working? My husband, I swear, it’s like he barely even tries to manage the finances. Try this card,” she said as she handed Andre her backup credit card..

Andre sighed and flared his nostrils. Teddy guzzled down precum, making big moisty sounds that Andre had to cover up with a coughing fit. Andre writhed and ran the second credit card.


“Are you okay tonight, dear? You seem distracted.”
“Uh… Just… Comin’ down wit’ something, I’s afraid, sweetheart,” he said with a sigh. “It’s not serious. Credit card went through, here you go, darling. I hope the hat… I hope the hats, the purple hats… I hope they’re okay. With the flowers. Good flowers. Okay.” He bit his lip and rolled his chest. “Ma’am.”
She clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Oh, you poor dear, you get some sleep tonight. Don’t stay up all night carousing with pretty young girls.”
“Oh, I won’t. I’m… I’m a Christian man, ma’am,” he said. As though to accentuate his point, he grabbed Teddy’s forehead and held it in place. Teddy guzzled anyway, fighting against his hand to swallowed deeper.
“That’s wonderful, it really is!” she leaned against the counter and sighed. “I think this country has really moved away from religion in a big way, and that’s not a good thing. I’m not a believer myself, but I think people need that. People need a sense of mystery, and a sense of social obligation, a reason to be part of the community.”
“Yep. Uh-huh.”
“I did… Andre, I did want to talk to you about something,” she said. “I hope this doesn’t come across as rude. I’ve just been buying flowers from you for a long time.”
He sighed and muttered, ah, god… but he just smiled and nodded at her. Teddy reached his hand into the fly of Andre’s khakis and played with his balls, which were sweaty and heavy, low-hanging, feeling juicy and plump in Teddy’s fingers.
“Are you a Democrat?”
“Ain’t allowed to vote, ma’am. Convicted felon,” he said.
“Oh, right, yes. Of course. But you would vote Democrat, is that right?”
“I, uh… I don’t really follow politics. Since I can’t vote…” he spoke through gritted teeth. Surely it was obvious to the woman that he wanted her to leave, Teddy thought, but she didn’t let on that she was aware. Teddy nuzzled his nose all the way down into Andre’s dense nest of pubic hair.
“Sure, that makes sense. But most… African American people nationwide-” she said it like she expected Andre to burst into applause for using the politically correct term. “-do vote for Democrats.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Well I’m part of the city Democratic Party, and we’ve been seeing a decline in voting rates, and I think that means we’re not communicating, you know?” Her voice was bright and sunny. “So we’ve been trying to come up with ways to speak to the African American community. No, I’m sorry, that was offensive. We don’t want to speak to them. We want to speak with them. With you. With people like you. We want to have a dialogue.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So we’re having a dinner next Friday!” She cackled, but stopped when Andre didn’t join in. “And we’re inviting some local businesspeople and religious figures. From churches. Black churches. I mean, African American churches. I mean, churches catering to African American people. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” She smiled at him. “And, uh, anyway, I wanted to invite you. You’re a local business leader.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, you’ll come?! Thank you so much, Andre! I can’t wait, we’re going to have such a dialogue!”
“Ah…” His mouth twisted into shapes. It was obvious to Teddy that he searched for an excuse to say no but didn’t come up with any. All he could think about was his cock spewing precum down Teddy’s throat. So he just sighed and said, “okay…”
“That’s wonderful! I’ll see you then! Thank you!” she said as she walked out the door. When the door swooshed close, Andre sighed and looked down at Teddy. He opened his mouth to say something angry, but then the door opened. The woman walked back in. “And God bless! Thank you, Andre, and God bless you!”
“Uh… Yeah. Good… night.” He scoffed when the door finally shut with her on the other side. He grabbed Teddy by the neck and slapped him. “That lady was a Democrat. If she saw you, she’d shit a brick. Ladies like that can’t know about this kinda prison shit”
“She might be into it,” Teddy said, gasping for air. “You should communicate better with her-“
“Shut up,” he said. He sniffed. “Now go lock the door.”
“Me-?”
His nostrils flared. He slapped Teddy on the cheek with one hand, his cock pulsating on Teddy’s face. “I ain’t pullin’ my pants up on ‘ccount of I got a big cock, and it hurts to try to tuck it in my pants when it’s hard. And this place got windows, man, I can’t go walkin’ over there!”
Teddy nodded and walked over to the door. “So, Andre, have you fucked that woman?”
“Hell no, gayboy. You don’t understand girls. She was the kinda fat white chick that I don’t fuck. She was that other kind,” he said. He lowered his eyes. “The bad kind.”
Teddy flicked the lock, and turned the sign over from Open to Closed. “Sorry you have to go to that Democratic Party dinner.”
“Yeah, I oughta kick yo’ ass, boy, that was fucked up. I couldn’t think of no reason to say no, man. I got a million reasons now. I should’ve told her I gots a court order to stay away from Reverend Miller. I know he’s who she meant by local religious leaders, he the only minister in any black church ’round here.” When Teddy returned to the counter, Andre scowled and grabbed him by the neck. Andre dragged him into the backroom, where there were no windows that could be seen from the street. “I hate how white people like that say African American.”
“I want to taste your African American cock,” Teddy said as he got back to his knees. “Was that better?”
He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah. You do it fine. I bet you don’t say it often though. Do you?”
“No, I just say black people.”
“See?! I gots this theory,” he said as Teddy resumed licking his cock, which had only lost a trace of its erection as they shifted rooms. Andre cleared his throat. “Outside of the media and shit, the only people who say African American is racist. They’s overcompensatin’. They think black is an insult so they don’t wanna say it. If you ain’t racist, you just say black.”
Teddy’s mouth was full, so all he could do was nod and mumble in an agreeable way. It didn’t seem Andre really cared what he thought anyway. Andre barely paid attention to his own dick. He fumed and humped his shaft down Teddy’s throat. When Teddy gagged, Andre lightly slapped him on the cheek but kept plowing his face.
“Maybe I’ll tell her I got somethin’ black I gotta do that day. What do black people do that she can’t deny? I got… a meeting with the parole officer that day? Nah, that’ll confirm her stereotypin’. I gotta go buy some doo rags?” He chuckled.
Teddy had an idea, but he couldn’t say it with his mouth full. He tried to pat Andre’s plump asscheeks to signal he needed a break, but Andre was completely ignoring Teddy, treating his face like a pocket pussy. His balls slapped against Teddy’s chin.
“Somethin’ ’bout diabetes? Nah, she fat as shit, I bet she got diabetes too,” he said. He lowered his eyes as he finally realized Teddy’s flailing signaled he wanted Andre to stop. Andre glowered at him. “What? You want a break? You payin’ for it’, man, I oughta charge you extra for breaks. I like plowin’ bitch’s throats. You serious you need a break? Show me on a scale of one to ten how bad you need a break, boy. Just stick up fingers.”
Teddy’s face was bright red. He didn’t even really want a break, he just had an idea to tell Andre. So he only held up two fingers.
“Two? You don’t need a break then. You tell me when you really need it, boy,” he said. He shook his head. “Don’t be tellin’ yo’ nigga to stop ‘nless you really need it, that ain’t right. Ain’t respec’ful.” He paused. “We ain’t nevuh finalize no price for that butt nonsense, boy. I’ll stick it in you for two grand.”
Teddy’s throat closed up around Andre’s throat. He clawed at his body as his lungs cried out for air. He knocked a vase off the counter, but Andre caught it with lightning-fast reflexed. Some of the flowers — a bunch of pale irises — landed on the floor. Andre ignored them.
“Hold up yo’ right hand if two grand is alright. That’ll be three grand total,” Andre said. “Hold up yo’ left hand if you sayin’ no.”
Teddy held up his right hand.
“Good.” Andre stood there with his hands on his hips, watching Teddy squirm. He didn’t hump anymore, he just stood still with his cock being rubbed and caressed by Teddy’s sputtering throat. Great gobs of saliva escaped out of Teddy’s choking mouth, soaking into Andre’s khakis.
“Bend over and grab your ankles. Don’t cry about the position, that’s the only way I do it with a man,” Andre said.
He finally pulled away from Teddy’s mouth, allowing Teddy to gasp for air. Teddy staggered away from the wall. He was overwhelmed by dizziness as he gulped down air. Andre roughly dragged him to the center of the room, surrounded by buckets full of potted roses. He snarled at Teddy.
“I say bend over, boy!” He smacked Teddy’s asscheek hard. “You want a nigga to stick you? You gonna get hard, and you gonna get it rough. That ain’t easy. You might not like it. But you ain’t pay me to make you like it.”
Teddy knew he would like it, but he was still apprehensive. Andre’s cock was huge, after all. He bent over and grabbed his ankles. It was an awkward position for him, but Teddy didn’t mind it — part of the joy was getting it from unusual angles, from unusual people, in unusual situations. That was what Teddy loved about it.
“I had an idea,” Teddy said. He was still gasping for air, tendrils of spit and precum clinging to his lips. “That was what I wanted to say. She’d love it if you were doing something Democrats like. So tell her you had to drive to some other city because you bought a black barbershop, and there was some problem you had to fix. Tell her some employee was selling drugs out of it, so you went over there to beat him up and tell the police. She’ll think you’re the greatest African American ever.”
He stopped with his cock right at the tip to Teddy’s asshole. He grunted. “Yeah. That’s good. Okay.” He chuckled and slipped a few more inches in. “Good idea, whiteboy. When I call her, I’ll be on the road, man, I’ll call her last minute.” He groaned with his dick almost all the way in Teddy, then mockingly imitated his own voice on the phone with her. ‘Yo, girl, I can’t come to yo’ dinner tonight on ‘ccount of I gotta go rip this nigga’s head off fo’ sellin’ crack outta my store. I don’t even care ’bout getting locked up again, I ain’t got my religion no mo’, I just wanna make this nigga dead for disrespectin’ me!’ She gonna freak the fuck out and talk me outta killin’ that nigga. I tell her I go sleep in a church somewhere to recover my faith. I thank her for savin’ my soul. Then I ain’t gotta go talk to a bunch of Democrats and Rev’rnd Miller. Fuck him, he do anything for a pancake dinner, man, I swear to God. Devil can tempt him easy: high yellow girl wit’ pancakes. He sin every which way for a high yellow girl with a plate of pancakes.”
Just like before, Andre seemed distracted. He complained about Reverend Miller as he slammed his dick Teddy hard. His cock slammed all the way in, tickling Teddy’s innards and sending shards of pleasure through his body.
“I bet that’s the only reason he comin’. There gonna be at least one high yellow girl there. Pancakes prolly not, but somethin’ carby, that’s for sure. Whatever it is, you could squish it down on ya plate till it’s flat.”
“Uh-huh.” Tears welled up in Teddy’s eyes, the pressure in his ass was so intense he thought he was falling apart. It was too difficult to jack off with his hands around his ankles and his ass in the air, so his own cock just throbbed between his legs. When he let go of his ankles once to touch himself, Andre just smacked him in the back of the head.
“Nah, boy. You pay extra if you wanna jack off while I stick ya,” he said. “I like it like this.” He paused. “You wanna pay extra? For five hundred dollars, you can jack off. For another five hundred dollars, I kiss ya while we both cum. You want that?”
“Hell yeah! I’ll do it! Please! Do it, Andre!”
“I like hearin’ you beg, boy,” he said. He grabbed Teddy’s head by his hair, and he took them both down to the ground. Andre dropped, but it was a controlled fall like he had done this many times before. Teddy’s heart leapt into his chest because it felt like he was falling, but he ended up landing on his stomach.
Andre was atop his back, pressing down with all his weight. He slammed Teddy’s face into the floor — not a painful attack, just a grinding push onto the tiled floor. He swayed his hips from side to side as his balls crawled up in his sac.
“Look at me, boy,” he said with a growl. Teddy turned his head to the side. Andre kissed him on the lips. It was a very awkward, sideways kiss because Teddy’s head was shoved into the floor. Moments later, however, Andre rolled over.
Teddy screamed in pain and pleasure. He sat on Andre’s cock, all twelve inches of which pulsated in his ass. He could feel Andre’s orgasm growing. Teddy laid back onto Andre’s chest, exulting in the feel of his prison-starved muscles flexing against Teddy’s smooth skin.
From this angle, Teddy could kiss Andre more effectively. He sucked on his lip and stuck his tongue in Andre’s mouth. Andre kissed him back passionately, slathering spit over Teddy’s tongue as he ground his cock in Teddy’s ass.
They both came at the same time. Almost as soon as Teddy felt the first burst of cum in his ass, his own cock throbbed in his fingers and his wad spurted out. It sprayed over Teddy’s chest and shoulders.
Pure liquid bliss flowed through Teddy’s veins. He gasped and gulped down air, savoring the taste of Andre’s sweaty body and hot breath. He licked Andre’s grizzled chin and neck, prompting a grimace from Andre as he filled up Teddy’s ass.
He shot a huge load. It just kept on flowing, even after Teddy had covered his own body in semen. Andre kept on groaning into his ear, licking his cheek and spurting jet after jet of creamy hot cum into him.
Finally he was done, but Andre didn’t stop. He wrapped both arms and legs around Teddy’s body to hold him in position. He pistoned his hips upwards to keep his limpening dick inside, until his massive wad turned into a big frothy mess that leaked down his shaft into Andre’s bushy crotch.
Andre groaned and fell limp. His cock was still hard, but the rest of his body was soft like half-melted chocolate. Teddy loved that feeling. He rolled his head over to lick Andre’s neck, then down to his sweaty chest. Teddy licked every drop of salty sweat off, while he watched cum drip out of his ass.
“Alright, you got yo’ money’s worth,” he said. He didn’t physically force Teddy off him though. He just held his hands above Teddy’s head and watched him lick.
Teddy pulled away. He stood and stretched his sore legs. Andre remained there on the floor, khakis around his ankles, apron and shirt pulled up and over his chest. His clothes were very nice, but it looked like he had worn them so much so frequently they had become tattered and aged.
“Thanks,” Teddy said as he wrote out a check. He laid it on the table surrounded by gerania.
“Lemme see that,” Andre said with a growl. Teddy handed him the check and he hobbled to his feet. Pants still around his ankles, he went to a little check-reading machine. “Don’t go nowhere. I wanna make sure this is a valid check.”
“Sure. I’m just gonna lick your ass a bit,” Teddy said. He dropped to his knees and licked Andre’s smooth plump asscheek.
Andre growled. He shifted his weight between his feet as though he expected a show of hostility to scare Teddy off. That was probably a good bet most of the time — Andre was large, muscular and scary, while Teddy was thin, delicate and weak. But Teddy knew how to handle men like him. So he just licked all of his ass-sweat off. From the way his back shuddered, it was clear Andre liked the attention.
He grumbled as he cursed the check-reading machine for taking so long. He sighed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. Finally he clapped. “Alright, it’s done. You fine. Get outta here, gayboy.”
Teddy nodded and stood up. He put his clothes back on, using Andre’s body for support as he got his pants on. Andre snorted and rolled his eyes, but he allowed it.
Then Teddy kissed Andre once more on the lips. Again, Andre bristled and grumbled, but he didn’t make Teddy stop. He narrowed his eyes to slits.
“Thanks, Andre. You’re a great florist, a real artiste, a rose sprouting from concrete. Do you wanna be a Democrat?” Teddy said, giggling.
“Just get out.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

The Filthiest Alphas in Boots, Sneakers and Sandals

Miles is at it again, finding himself in the raunchiest of situations with the most filthy-footed men in history! He visits a cowboy, a rapper, a marine, a biker, a hobo and even a dwarven blacksmith, each with feet more disgusting than the one before!

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The Alpha Male Isekai Adventure II

Kayden continues his magical adventure through the worlds of fantasy fiction, with the aid of the machine he invented so he could service all the macho alpha males on the covers of the fantasy novels he’s long read! He again manages to seduce legions of fighters, paladins, princes, stableboys and pirates, and he even manages to hook up with legends like Long John Silver!

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The Alpha Male Isekai Adventure 1

Kayden is on a magical adventure through the worlds of fantasy fiction, with the aid of a machine he invented so he could service all the macho alpha males on the covers of the fantasy novels he’s long read! He manages to nab some of the most arousing of warriors, barbarians, mages, dwarven blacksmiths, archers and adventurers in fiction, and he even manages to hook up with legends like Robin Hood and Aladdin!

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Dwarven Blacksmiths, Massive Ogres and the Ultimate Nonhuman Fantasy!

Kayden is at it again, seeking out the most masculine and muscular studs of the worlds of fantasy, and this time he’s out for nonhumans! Dwarves, ogres, gnomes and elves are among his most arousing of finds. Luckily he manages to taste every inch of their alpha male meat!

Kayden is at it again, seeking out the most masculine and muscular studs of the worlds of fantasy, and this time he’s out for nonhumans! Dwarves, ogres, gnomes and elves are among his most arousing of finds. Luckily he manages to taste every inch of their alpha male meat!

Read it now!