Adam’s on parole, which mean he has to do anything Mr. Gerald says. When Mr. Gerald comes home drunk and angry about his divorce, he’s ready to put that to the test, demanding Adam bend over and take it whether he wants it or not! Can Adam stay on the straight and narrow path of parole compliance?
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Adam yawned as he filled a glass of water. He was the only person still awake in the house, and he was about to go to bed. He wore only a pair of boxers, slippers and the ankle-monitor he wasn’t able to remove.
He liked the halfway house at night. During the day it was full of his five parole-mates, none of whom were friendly or even slightly likable. But now the house was quiet and inky dark, silent except for the distant snoring of one of the five other guys.
Then, headlights filled the living room with light. Someone pulled into the driveway. No one was normally here at night — aside from Adam and the other parolees.
I wonder if someone’s in trouble. It looked like Mr. Gerald’s truck. He was the chief parole officer in charge of this house. He was stern but fair, and Adam rather liked him even if he was also intimidated by him. That’s because Adam was a slim white man and Mr. Gerald was a six and a half-foot tall powerhouse black man, who was a boxing coach for at-risk youth in his spare time.
He came in a minute later, looking more disheveled than Adam had ever seen him. He always had a thick, bristly mustache, but that was usually his only facial hair. It looked like he hadn’t shaved today though, so now he had a layer of scruff over his chin. He wore a button-down shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest and a few tufts of hair sticking out from underneath his sleeveless shirt.
He smelled of liquor, and Adam was scared. Mr. Gerald was always so in-control. Adam wished he had gone to his room and pretended to be asleep, but it was too late now.
He belched loudly. He came into the kitchen. “How yu dooooin’, Adam?” He was definitely drunk.
“Okay…” Adam gulped. “Are you alright?”
Mr. Gerald stared sullenly into Adam’s eyes. “Mah wife leff me.”
“Oh. Sorry… uh… to hear that.”
Mr. Gerald sighed and shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt. “We been sssheparated.” He had a broad chest, muscles rippling beneath his tee shirt. “You’s a good boy, Adam. Yu should… yu gotshta know I don’t act like thissh normuhly. Yu don’t… Don’t, y’know… Chussssht chill out, okay?”
Adam couldn’t tell if Mr. Gerald was really making no sense, or if Adam was the confused one. He mumbled but no words came out. Mr. Gerald was so big, and he smelled like cigarettes and liquor and sweat. He smelled like a strip club, not a nice one either.
“Sssh…” His shushing was moist because he was drunk, and the sound made his mustache vibrate. The drunk-sweat on his temple glistened in the dim light of the kitchen. Mr. Gerald placed one heavy hand on Adam’s shoulder. He pushed down firmly, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that Adam had to work to stay standing. “Shush, boy, yu ssssho good…”
“What? What are you doing?”
“Shush. Don’t sshay nuffin’. I need yu to do me a favor, sson,” Mr. Gerald said. He stopped to belch. For a moment it looked like the belch was going to trigger him to vomit, but then he didn’t. “Go’n now. Don’t be diff’cult. Yu wooon’t git in no kinda troubble, I sshwear.”
Adam found himself sinking to his knees even though he still didn’t want to. Mr. Gerald clucked his tongue. He looked down at Adam kneeling before him, and Adam looked down at the floor like he was being judged. Adam just prayed he didn’t end up in prison. Adam spent three days in prison before being released on parole — he was sentenced to three months, but he had some time in local jail before he pleaded guilty, and they let him out early to save on costs. So he only did three days and never even went into gen-pop. He stayed in the new-prisoners area his first night, then they transferred him to the imminent-release cell block.
And now here he was, quaking as he prayed Mr. Gerald would just tell him what to do. He looked up at his parole officer, who let out a moan — of desire? pain? it was hard to tell — and, without another word, he undid the fly of his slacks.
A massive black cock flopped out. Adam gulped. He closed his eyes as Mr. Gerald’s fingers massaged his lips. He smelled those fingers, which reeked of liquor and lime wedges, and behind that, an odor of dick and the unclean-sweat smell of Mr. Gerald’s balls, and Adam cringed.
“Oaaah, yu got nisshe lipssss…” Mr. Gerald murmured softly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. It was cherry-scented. “Here,” Mr. Gerald said. “Put summa thissh on.”
Adam did so. He tried not to cry, not to make any noise. He didn’t want to wake anyone else up. He didn’t want the others to see his shame. He wondered if he was targeted because he was white or just because he was the first person Mr. Gerald had seen. Adam wished he had gotten a glass of water ten minutes ago instead.
Now the kitchen stank of artificial cherry scent, or at least Adam’s lips did. That was all Adam could smell now. Mr. Gerald moaned once more, even though, once again, nothing had happened to cause it. He pried Adam’s lips apart.
“Shuuusssh, don’t make no noisshe, boy, ooooh yu sho nice, yu ssho good to me… I love ya boy, I do…” Mr. Gerald slipped his dick in, and clucked his lips when Adam gagged violently. His spongy-soft dick filled Adam’s mouth. “Aw, shuuuuush, don’t be like that. Yu playin’, huh? You playin’ wit’ch me like yu don’t like it?” He fed more in, despite Adam’s clenching throat. “Loosen up, guuul, show me you love it like-” Mr. Gerald’s voice broke and he grunted.
The taste of stale, rapidly-firming dickmeat filled Adam’s senses. He could tell that Mr. Gerald’s cock had been hard until recently, maybe multiple times — Adam didn’t know if it was possible to tell that, but he felt sure the flavor on his tongue was that of a blueballed cock. Mr. Gerald rammed it limply at his mouth, and it roped out over his face as it got firmer and firmer with each thrust. Adam gagged each time.
He grabbed ahold of Adam’s head. Adam felt an explosion of liquid in his mouth, and he assumed it was Mr. Gerald cumming, but it was actually just precum and Adam’s own gagged-up eruption of saliva. Mr. Gerald’s dick tasted like old-man musk and sweat, and even cigarette smoke though he didn’t smoke. Adam choked and erupted in a violent retch, but even then Mr. Gerald held onto his head, so he couldn’t spit that cock out.
“Hmm, you orgazzzshmin’ in ya throat, guuuul, I hear that, you makin’ noissshe!” Mr. Gerald said, his voice low and murmurant. “Ssssh though, don’t wake thossshe other niggasz up or they gonna join in.”
Mr. Gerald’s callused fingers touched Adam’s cheeks, and he moaned yet again. He applied more of the cherry-scented lip gloss, smearing it over Adam’s lips and face. It smelled so good. It reminded Mr. Gerald of his wife.
Ex-wife.
“Here, I’m-a let ya breave, sshllurp it up, sszhlurp it up, baby, I love yu, shay it-” He withdrew his dick and looked crossly as Adam heaved for air and tried to pull away. Adam crawled a few feet towards the door before Mr. Gerald stopped him. “Where yu goin’? I thought yu loved me, baaaaby, come on. Shlurp it up, yu know how I likes it-“
“Please, stop, stop, stop, sir, Mr. Gerald, I’m not your wife!” Adam said as loudly as he could — which wasn’t very loud because he couldn’t catch his breath. He hoped somebody else would wake up. Even if the other parolees in the house didn’t stop Mr. Gerald, at least they would witness what was happening. This had to be against the Pillars of Respect, which Adam had watched a video about when he moved into Mr. Gerald’s parole house.
Mr. Gerald stopped and slapped Adam. “I know. We role-plaaayin’, man, c’mon.” His dick dribbled precum onto the kitchen floor. “Yu ain’t v’ry good at ssshwallowin’ dick.”
“I’ve never done it before!”
Mr. Gerald looked away. An awkward pause filled the air. Then Adam realized he was looking at Adam’s ass. Mr. Gerald reached out and grabbed it. He let out a growl. “I’m-a get a little unchristian on ya now, boy. Chill out and don’t make a buncha noise, okay?”
“Man, what-?”
Mr. Gerald clamped one hand over Adam’s mouth. “Hey, shush, shshshush, okay? Don’t wurry, it won’t be bad. I’ll be ssho gentle, it won’t be like it is in the moviez, okay? I know how to make it nishe. Kneel fohwuhd-” Adam tried to squirm but Mr. Gerald was heavy and big and just forced him to lean forward, on all fours with his ass in the air. “There yu go, yu got it-“
“Quit it! Get off me-!”
Mr. Gerald took off his shirt and pushed it into Adam’s mouth. “Bite on dat.” He grabbed Adam’s hands and wrenched them behind his back. “Don’t make me get muh handcuffs, whiteboi. I be crosssh wit’cha.” Adam kept squirming, and Mr. Gerald had trouble getting his dick in his ass. He couldn’t force the sweat-soaked tee shirt into Adam’s mouth while also holding his hands behind his back.
He got up. Adam thought he might be free. But he was dizzy and by the time he almost got to his knees, Mr. Gerald was back there again. He wrenched Adam’s hands back again and slapped him in handcuffs. “There, don’t wurrrrry, sshush-” He shoved his shirt in Adam’s mouth deep enough it was difficult to remove, especially since he jammed Adam face-first onto the grimy linoleum floor of the kitchen. With his hands behind his back, Adam was on his knees, head on the floor, ass high in the air.
Mr. Gerald got up, whistling. “Damn, you look good all trussssshed up there. Don’t worry, Adam, I know yu sshcared. Yu don’t gotta be, I ain’t gonna hurt’cha, I know yu ain’t muh wife. I can make it feel real good. It won’t hurt a bit, I swear.” He had a tube of lube, which he showed to Adam. “Shee, look? This isssh like medical grade lube. I can sshlide a fucking Toyota in your asssh and you wouldn’t feel it.”
Adam screamed into the shirt. Mr. Gerald pulled down Adam’s underwear, then his finger smeared cold lube on his asshole. It was freezing and slimy, and he did it in an extremely unaffectionate way, just sort of rubbing it in like it was sandpaper. His fingertip was callused and painful.
“Wink at me, nigga. I know it’ssh cold- Here, wait.” He slipped the tube under his armpit for a minute, while he rubbed the rim of Adam’s ass. “Don’t shquirm too much. Quit freakin’ out, man, it ain’t a big deal. Take it like a ma’, this is part of bein’ a parolee in the shystem. I’m-a talk to yu like muh wife when we get started, don’t worry, I know yu ain’t her. I just ain’t fuck no other woman — I mean — yeah, I fucked other women, I was always fuckin’ ’round on her, I’m just… I mean I ain’t really feel like fuckin’ other women, ya feel me? I ain’t feel like it-” He slipped one finger in and Adam bit down hard. He writhed in agony. “I ain’t feel like it rilly count. Muh wife don’t see it that way. But ya know, if it’s just somethin’ dat happens, you know, not somethin’ yu doin’ — I ain’t seduce no kinda woman, nosir,” Mr. Gerald said. “I don’t seduce guuls. But you know, they like me, like yu — I know yu into me.” He squirted more of the now-warmed-up lube on Adam’s ass. He withdrew his finger and smiled at the tight hole, which he lubed up copiously. “See? This stuff is expensive too, I don’t wanna hurt’scha. Disssh ain’t bad, it jussst how it goe for whiteboys in muh house, and I know you been lookin’ at me.”
He slipped the tip of his dick in. The first inch or so did slide right in without any resistance because of the lube, which Mr. Gerald took to be confirmation of everything he had thought to be true. He chuckled. Massive pressure erupted in Adam’s ass, and he couldn’t make any noise because of the gag, but he did wiggle.
“Yep, there yu go, I feeeeel dat, you been wantin’ to get ssum nigga-meat, huh?” He pistoned his hips, and Adam’s whole body erupted in pain. He spasmed and gagged on the fabric in his mouth. Mr. Gerald saw all his little muscles flex at once. Adam’s toes curled and his hands clawed uselessly above his back. “Don’t wurry, I’m doin’ it right, okay? Yu gettin’ nigga-dicked the right way, sshwear to God.”
He grabbed ahold of Adam’s hair. It was just long enough he could grab and pull. He could tell Adam liked that because of the way it made him moan into his shirt. Or maybe groan in pain. He mighta been crying. Mr. Gerald don’t care. All he wanna do was feel the pleasure of his dickmeat invading a hole too tight for it.
That was perfect. A low rumbling moan of bliss came outta Mr. Gerald, who pushed his dick deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. Mr. Gerald knew ramming an intact ass was like ripping a band-aid off. It was better to just do it, quickly, all the way in, to break that asshole open in one motion. Then he could go slow and really enjoy it. So he drilled in, holding Adam in place with one hand. He undulated his hips, continually forcing more of his foot-long cock in.
“There yu go, almost all the way in. We won’t be dun yet, but yu be dun wit’ the beginnin’, sshon. Don’t wurry… Yu lovin’ it, righ’?”
Adam shook his head violently. His face was still jammed into the tee shirt crumpled up in his mouth, but he managed to say something that sounded like no.
“Hmmm… I hear dat,” Mr. Gerald said. “Yu take it sho good, baaaaby, hmm… I love yu sho much. Shay you love me too.”
Adam kept shaking his head violently — he figured that was the body language equivalent of shouting. He banged his own head against the kitchen counters. He bucked his hips but that just made the pain worse.
A howl, muffled by the cloth, escaped from Adam’s mouth sounding like a moan.
“Damn, you orgaszshmin’…” He chuckled. “Okay, I’m all the way in ya. You wanna shay shumm’in”? Don’t sshout. You know those niggaz gonna wanna come join in, and I won’t sshtop ’em. Once yu bin got bitshched out, they gonna bitshch yu out.” He paused. His dick was all the way in Adam, but he had lost his seductive vibe from earlier — he looked at his cock in Adam’s ass like he had no idea how it got there but intended to make the best of it. “I won’t move fo’ a sshecond, I’ll lisshten. You wanna shay to do it differently, I’ll do it, I’ll sshwitch positions, I ain’t hurtin’ ya,” Mr. Gerald said. He pulled Adam’s head up by the hair and took the shirt outta his mouth.
“You. Are. Hurting. Me.” Adam said, blushing.
“Nah, yu wuzsh into it, man,” Mr. Gerald said with a drunkenly lolling laugh. “I shshaw that, I could shee it in you. Why’d yu wink ya asshhole at me if yu ain’t like it.”
“It hurts! Please! Stop!”
“But if yu ain’t wanna do it, I be sho disappoint-” Mr. Gerald’s voice broke again. “Oh, shorry, I’m rammin’-” His hips pumped, he was so close to orgasm he couldn’t help but do it. He let out a loud moan, a moist crackling sound that made Adam gag.
Mr. Gerald’s whole heavy body slammed down on Adam, who flattened onto the kitchen floor. Mr. Gerald sucked on Adam’s ear. Adam wanted to shout, but he couldn’t concentrate or take a deep breath. Mr. Gerald’s entire dick was in his ass, his hips moving in little circles as he sucked the spit off Adam’s cheeks.
“Yu taake dick real good now, man, I sshwear, yu want shumm’in’ fo it? I bring yu ssum fry chicken or shumm’in’, shwear to God,” Mr. Gerald said, whispering right into Adam’s ear. “Danks, danks sho much, I rilly needed it. Shay yu love it, okay? Please? Say yu love it-“
Adam wanted to avoid a repeat of last time, so he just did it now. “I love you, I love it, I love your cock in my ass! Please just stop! I’ll say anything.”
“Hmmm… You taste sho sshweet, guul…” He sucked on Adam’s cheek — not kissing it, because he was both too drunk and too orgasmic to do that. He slurped his own spit and drool off it. “Thanks sho much fo’ givin’ up the booty, you got the nishest-“
“Sir, please-” Adam shuddered. He could feel Mr. Gerald’s dick through every corner of his body. This seemed to be taking a long time, or at least it felt like forever to Adam. Every time Mr. Gerald plowed into him, Adam thought he could feel a jet of cum filling him up as well. It was just precum though, and Mr. Gerald continued to ram Adam into the floor.
“Sssssssh…. I almoszt done-” Mr. Gerald gritted his teeth. He panted heavily as he slammed his dick into Adam’s ass and slammed Adam’s whole body onto the floor. “Jussht chill out-“
“It hurts-!”
“Sssssssh….” Mr. Gerald moaned, the sound making Adam’s hair stand on end. Cum flowed into Adam’s ass, a great, constant flow that filled Adam’s body. He could feel it sloshing around inside him, seeping into him.
Adam’s toes curled. This was all so moist, he thought with a gag as Mr. Gerald’s tongue slathered spit on his face, his hairy chest soaked Adam’s back in sweat and his ass filled up with a great torrent of sticky semen.
“Please, stop-“
“Ssssssh, almoszsht done, just nuttin’ now, yu done real good, sson-” Mr. Gerald cut himself off and grunted. He flexed his hips. Another jet of cum filled Adam’s ass. “Goddamn yu move nice, sson.” His voice broke. “Aaaaaah…. Shit yeah.”
His whole hairy body slammed down on Adam. His dick pulsated in Adam’s moist asshole. There was a loud squelching sound too, and Adam felt cum sliding down between his thighs.
“Hmmm… Yu okay?”
“It hurts!” Adam let out a little mewling moan and his whole body twitched. “Please-“
Mr. Gerald writhed and moved his limp dick around in Adam’s ass, reawakening all that agony. Mr. Gerald grunted and howled quietly, aiming it right into Adam’s ear. “Ah, shit, boy, yu moved and got me — uh, yuh — yu got me goin’.” He rocked his body back and forth, again causing a moist sound, that squelching that could only come a cum-caked asshole. Mr. Gerald loved that sound. He shook it again, making Adam twitch and yelp.
That squelching sound churned Adam’s stomach. How much cum had he shot? It felt like so much. It flowed in great gobs out of Adam’s ass, big white bubbles of snotty cum that burst and formed a puddle beneath him on the floor. “Let it marinate into ya… Shusshhh…”
“Please-” Adam panted, unable to catch his breath because Mr. Gerald was still on top of him. He was pinned down, utterly at Mr. Gerald’s mercy, and Mr. Gerald’s soft dick was still inside Adam’s ass.
Mr. Gerald belched loudly. Adam shuddered. Mr. Gerald’s dick finally slipped out of his ass, and a river of cum came with it. Adam suddenly felt cold, ashamed, his asshole gaping wide open. He wondered if anyone in the house had heard that. It sounded loud to him, but he had a feeling most people didn’t hear it.
But Mr. Gerald didn’t pull off Adam. He still lay atop him for a moment, moaning, breathing heavily into Adam’s ear. “Hmmm… boy, yu was sho nishe to me…” He kissed Adam’s cheek. “I’m-a suck up ya tears, boy. That wuz good. That wuz real good.”
“It hurt,” Adam whispered.
“I know, but it wuz wort’ it. You dun real good, okay? Shay yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, glad I could ram yu sso good. You gonna go sisshy now?”
Finally he got up. Adam tried to take a deep breath and get on his own feet, but his knees were sore and the sight of a giant puddle of cum on the floor and on his belly made him gag. The movement reawakened the pain in his ass.
Mr. Gerald’s strong arms held him up. His mustache scratched against Adam’s neck as he kissed him again. Adam gagged and closed his eyes. “Sir, stop-“
“Ssssh, we ain’t dun makin’ love, boy. I got good news fo’ yu. My wife be gone for awhile, so I’m-a be rammin’ you real good. Only at night though, don’t worry, and az long az yu quiet, no one gunna ever know.” He grunted. “Sshit. Ssshtay right there.” He grabbed a sponge and quickly wiped up all the cum off the ground. Adam gagged again at the sight of his huge cock — it seemed even bigger now, dangling between his legs. He couldn’t believe he took that in his ass.
“Please, don’t. I didn’t, uh… I don’t wanna do that-“
“Den why’d yu ssheduce me, boy? Huh? Cuz you wanted summ nigga dick. Don’t wurry, yu gonna get plenty.” He thwacked his dick against Adam’s cum-encrusted asscheek. Then he scooped Adam up in his arms like a newlywed.
Adam was still dizzy and overwhelmed, so he didn’t do much more than writhe as Mr. Gerald brought him to his room. He deposited him gently on the bed and climbed in next to him. He kissed Adam on the cheek.
“I’m-a move in wit’cha. Don’t tell no one,” Mr. Gerald said. His dick twitched where it pressed against Adam’s thigh. He wrapped his arms and his legs around Adam’s body. “Yu okay?”
“Please… I don’t want to-“
“Yu can’t change ya mind now,” Mr. Gerald said. “Shshshsush. Move on, sson. We into it now. This here our honeymoon.” His kisses moved down Adam’s chest. “I’m-a get you off now, sshon. What kinda cruel man get his boy off? Huh? No kind.”
He popped Adam’s dick into his mouth and gurgled on it moistly. Adam was so shocked he couldn’t think of anything to say. He just watched his dick get hard and rub against Mr. Gerald’s mustache.
He had no sooner gotten hard however, when Mr. Gerald pulled off him. He kissed a trail up Adam’s belly to his slim, delicate chest. He licked the sweat off his body there, and one hand stroked his dick. He wrinkled his nose as if somebody was forcing him to do this.
His lips planted on Adam’s neck. Adam was so tense he didn’t even breathe, just laying there, hoping he could cum without embarrassing himself. Mr. Gerald sucked on his neck, giving him a prominent hickey, as that callused hand stroked his dick.
Finally a desultory orgasm hit Adam, who bit his lip. Mr. Gerald grunted. “I feel dat, whiteboy. Yu likin’ it?”
“No…”
“Sssssssh.” Cum poured over Adam’s belly and Mr. Gerald’s hand. Mr. Gerald wearily, dizzily lifted himself up and mounted Adam. His massive black cock flopped against Adam’s still half-hard, much smaller member. He chuckled. “Yu got whiteboy dick. Sshee how li’l it is? Huh? Yu sssshee that?”
“Yeah…”
“Hmmm-hmm. Whiteboys wit’ little dicks love nigga wit’ mandingo meat, ya know dat? Sshwear to God, it’s sshciencshe,” he said. He chuckled. Then he laid down next to Adam on the bed. “Hey, yu wanna lick my assshhole in the mornin’?”
“No.”
“Hmmm… Good night, baaaby. In the morning, I might be ssshober enough to punish you fo’ seshducin’ me tonight. Know I’s just playin’, I know it ain’t ya fault.” He chuckled dryly. “But dat ain’t gunna sshlow me down ‘t all.”