He done inquisit regarding Mucker’s so-called friends, who was parta the “skater scene”. Also, Steel learned about the skater scene.
It sounded like a buncha drinky-dinky whiteboys to Steel, most likely druggie-do-’ems too, but Mucker assured him that that was not a necessary parta “the scene”.
Steel droned on about the importance of having safe and healthy hobbies to do with your safe and healthy friends. He done inquisit regarding Mucker’s so-called friends, who was parta the “skater scene”. Also, Steel learned about the skater scene. It sounded like a buncha drinky-dinky whiteboys to Steel, most likely druggie-do-’ems too, but Mucker assured him that that was not a necessary parta “the scene”. Lotta ’em are straight-edge, Mucker said. Also, Steel learned about “straight-edge”. Damn, there’s lotta kinds of whiteboys out there! They don’t teach that in schools! A nigga only learn it on the streets!
On the skateboard of sobriety, I’mma be yo’, uh… wheels, I guess — I dunno how skateboards work.
Mucker struggled to sit up. “Look, man, I only agreed to go to AA cuz I gotta get the judge off my back.” Them whiteboy chest muscles was streaked with sweat. “Uh-huh. Oldest story in the book,” Steel said. “Moses said the same thing!” He picked up the skateboard beside the mattress. “You a skateboarder?” “Can’t hide anything from you.” “Well, on the skateboard of sobriety, I’mma be yo’, uh… wheels, I guess — I dunno how skateboards work,” Steel said. He poked Mucker in the meat of his back.
“You got the hang of it.” “That means I might keep moving even when you wanna stop-“ “Yep, that’s how skateboards work.” “Cuz that is how you get from where you is to where you wanna be. The skate park of sobriety!” Steel said.
“Bottles all ovuh, hallelujah! Only Jaysus can pick up aftuh me! Oh Lord hallelujah! Lord gimme strength to see! With eyes of knowin’!”
“You ain’t done quit. You is drunk right now, numbnut!” Steel wagged his finger at Mucker and gestured to the circle of empties all around. “You done lost a battle! This is a war, Mucker Talleus, and yo’ forces is surrounded by enemy soldiers! They’s comin’ at’choo wit’ the whites of they eyes! I sees it wit’ my ever-belovin’ eyeballs. Let he with eyes do see!” Steel stood and did a little having-eyes dance, which Mucker ignored. Mucker tried hard to pass out drunk again, but he was neither tired nor drunk. Steel’s dance turned into an impromptu gospel song, which he sung repeating his words. “Bottles all ovuh, hallelujah! Only Jaysus can pick up aftuh me! Oh Lord hallelujah! Lord gimme strength to see! With eyes of knowin’!”
“Which one you lookin’ at?” Lem turned the magazine around, so now Steel was looking at the female Lem was looking at a second ago and vice versa. Lem sucked on his teeth. “This bitch got a played-out pussy. You can tell.”
“Which one you lookin’ at?” Lem turned the magazine around, so now Steel was looking at the female Lem was looking at a second ago and vice versa. Lem sucked on his teeth. “This bitch got a played-out pussy. You can tell.” “Can’t even see her pussy, Lem-“ “A nigga can tell!” Lem snapped. He glared at Steel. “I’d still fuck her. But I’d hafta work at it to make her cum. I wouldn’t lick her pussy neither. Nuh-uh. Not a bitch like that.”
“I’ll lick any white bitch pussy,” Steel said. Lem looked at him like he was crazy. “What the fuck is wrong wit’choo? You prolly got white-ho-pussy brain, cuz you ate out so many bitches you got a pussy in yo’ skull in place of the brain. You lick a ho pussy? You eat a nigga nut up!”
She had that dumpy, put-upon look, haggard and stridently frazzled, with limp hair and a saggy body like an overflowing cauldron of tits.
Delores Ann McCafferty was a middle-aged woman who looked like a nurse — she had that dumpy, put-upon look, haggard and stridently frazzled, with limp hair and a saggy body like an overflowing cauldron of tits. She wore a Mickey Mouse tee shirt that was much too small for her expansive frame, so her flesh oozed out like excess cake batter, and she smelled. Avery could tell before he even got out of Steel’s jeep that she smelled. She was in the same AA group as Avery and Steel, and, according to Steel, Delores was “hot to squat on a nigga cock” and was willing to “get dicked down by any man if it helps him quit the sauce, even a white man”. Also, Steel said she “got pussy you could get swallowed up by, like somebody microwaved a shark of pillows”.
Thumper clasped Steel on the back. “We gots a debate goin’. Does gettin’ head from yo’ female constipate sin?Assumptin’ she hot as can be, suh. Nice tits.” Steel nodded. “I say it’s a sin, but Thumper think blowjobs ain’t mentioned in the Bible.” “Nah, if she got nice tits, it’s okay,” Thumper said. Officer Drybones nodded. “Oh, no, no, that — oral sex, I mean — it constitutes sin. It’s fornication.” He ain’t notice the niggas carrying in boxes of contraband behind him. “God does command us to maintain our bodily integrity against the forces of spiritual corruption.” “What if she Puerto Rican, does that count?” “Nah, Puerto Rican bitches ain’t in the Bible,” Thumper said. He smacked one hand on the palm of the other. “I done read the whole thing.”
Winston Steel is a recovering alcoholic, ex-con and devout Christian.
Descriptions
Steel was a broad-ass black man, curling his lip at Nicholas, his work-faded jeans sagging. He wore a big gold crucifix atop his wifebeater, along with a leather jacket.
Avery turned around. Afront him was a towering black man in a black leather jacket and black-cat shades. He was thick-chested, powerfully built but not cut — he had gigantic fleshy arms visible in the bulge-filled wifebeater he wore under his black leather jacket. Who wears a sleeveless shirt under a leather biker jacket? Avery recognized him from the meeting, but he couldn’t put a name to the face. The jacket smelled musky like an old potato, Avery caught a whiff of it during the meeting and that was all he could think about then. He shook Avery’s hand. Avery was a petite man, while Steel’s mitt was huge and leathery like a bearskin rug.
This nigga named Steel came by. He was a plump darkskin man with a handsome face, etched features, high cheekbones. He bebopped into the back like he was in a music video in his mind… Steel was tall and powerfully built but not at all cut. He had a nice juicy body, it was hard to describe, full of padding and firmness at the same time, like a beanbag… Steel was big and thick-bodied by nature, each of his thighs jiggling and quivering while his muscles flexed again and again, like it took every ounce of strength just to turn around and lay on his back on Desmond’s bunk.
Steel was Nubian perfection itself, looking like Osiris but not with a jackal head, with a normal nigga head, but shit, Steel was pharaohic and majestic back then, if he was the King of Sheba he’d a-fucked that bitch right! Proper willy, y’all!
Steel dropped his hefty pants and bared his giant pair of asscheeks. He was a hefty kinda nigga, with the kinda buttcheeks fat girls have, but he had ’em atop a powerhouse nigga’s kinda buttcheeks. Best of both worlds.
Steel the Roughneck: Steel is off to work on an oil rig, which means he’s surrounded by men without any women to tame them! Him and Lem are the only two American black men on board, and they need to get their rocks off one way or another. That’s a recipe for hardcore man-on-man action, which Steel just might have to endure… Can Steel get through his stint as a roughneck?
Steel and the Whiteboy Skater: Mucker has gotta quit drinking! That means AA meetings and working with his sponsor Winston Steel, who’s got some “interesting” ideas about how to motivate a drunk to quit. He’ll drill sobriety into Mucker one way or another! Can Mucker handle Steel’s brand of man-on-man hijinks?! Read it now!
Avery’s Adventures in Interracial Manlust: Avery’s gotta stay outta prison, and that means satisfying his AA sponsor Winston Steel. But Steel just might be more than Avery can handle — he’s a lotta man! Luckily, Avery loves big men and their big swinging meats, and Steel sure gets Avery’s motor revving… But Steel has a history in prison, which means Avery …
Steel is off to work on an oil rig, which means he’s surrounded by men without any women to tame them! Him and Lem are the only two American black men on board, and they need to get their rocks off one way or another. That’s a recipe for hardcore man-on-man action, which Steel just might have to endure…
Avery’s gotta stay outta prison, and that means satisfying his AA sponsor Winston Steel. But Steel just might be more than Avery can handle — he’s a lotta man! Luckily, Avery loves big men and their big swinging meats, and Steel sure gets Avery’s motor revving…
But Steel has a history in prison, which means Avery has gotta learn about his sordid past whether he wants to or not.
When Desmond is recruited to be a pretend-boyfriend, he didn’t realize what he was in for! He spent years in prison, giving him a knack for making men get on their knees and submit to his every need. He even gets some of the toughest alphas around to give him a rubdown, a tight hole and a mind-blowing orgasm.
But can Desmond make it through his prison sentence and fulfill his mission?
