Category: Frotting

Who knows what frotting is?

That’s called ‘frotting’. Kax don’t know it had a name, and he was surprised Buck knewed sump’in he don’t. Buck don’t got a reputation as a smarty-pants.

“Fuck you, Buckums!” Lem said and groaned. But he sat down, facing Buck, still holding Buck’s thirteen-inch dick in both hands. He flopped it left and right. He scooted closer and thwacked both his dick and Buck’s in both hands. They was both soft. Slightly hard but mostly soft. Maybe ten percent hard.
That’s called ‘frotting’. Kax don’t know it had a name, and he was surprised Buck knewed sump’in he don’t. Buck don’t got a reputation as a smarty-pants. But he knewed ’bout frotting — rubbing two dicks together til they both nut. Seemed pointless to Buck. It was just like jacking off, but less enjoyable, more time-consuming, messier and you get touched by a elderly homeboy who smell like he’s about ninety percent armpits.
But black boys in prison stay frotting. T’is like a eggplant salad in there. Kax be making faces like he wanna dispute that but can’t cuz Buck got facts and truth and testymonials and witnesses and Lem’s ugly pecker all vouching for its accuracy. Anywayhowwhatever, Lem be frotting his hardon with Buck’s softy, and Buck just endured it like a bored sausage. Lem be panting and huffing on Buck’s chest, complaining about the body hair — why he admireta frot a honky if’n he don’t like body hair? Homeboys do be like that.
Buck groaned and looked away. He picked up the safety manual. He liked the pitcher of the light-skinned gal showing off how to use the eyewarshing station. She was fully clothed but got a banging paira tits. He tried to ignore the feel of Lem’s narsty old-man hands stroking both dingdongs together. Buck’s dick stayed soft still, while Lem’s was gradually turning firm as hot marshmallows.
“Aww, yeah, lemme see that,” Lem said. Buck held it up so’s the lady with hydraulic fluid in her eyes could be seen by both them, while Lem stroked both they cocks together. Lem was badmouthing the idea of jacking off with the manual earlier. T’was why he paid fer the porno magazine.
The eyewarshing gal was purdier’an a’ry the porno ladies. But she was fully clothed in all the safety gear. Somehow she ain’t even get wet using that eyewarshing station.

From Fists, Men and Muscles

Making bigger manhood

“He says if I rub our manhoods together, it will make mine bigger,” Faisal said.
That was another Arab idea Omar ain’t never cotton to but stopped arguing with. Lotta Muslims in prison did that — they thought rubbing dicks together made the smaller one bigger, like rubbing sticks to make a fire, shit, it was dumb. Conversely, they thought ramrodding a man made that man’s dick smaller and the ram’s bigger. That was also dumb.
But Omar wouldn’t say that now. Faisal’d tell Mister Alzam, and Omar would have to endure a lengthy lecture about how all that was in the Koran or something. Mister Alzam didn’t like to be contradicted.
And Omar was used to it anyway. More than a handful of pinkie-dicked Arabs had rubbed their peckers on his in that prison.
So he let Faisal hump his cock. Omar shrugged and grabbed another of the stack of flatbread. He smeared it into the olive oil and parsley sauce that came with it, and he, for the first time, tried to pay attention to the soccer game. The one team was beating the other one, 1-0.
His cock flopped like a sad baseball bat in Faisal’s hands. Faisal got hard easy enough — his dick worked, it was just small — like a baby carrot — but then he struggled to actually cum. His cock rubbed against the root of Omar’s dick, and the tip didn’t even extend halfway to the knob. Faisal held it upright with two fingers so it was firm enough to rub against.

From Omar the Muslim