MN Manmacker's mansploitation
The driver was a reflective-vest redbone with bleached hair, a shiny grill, steel rods in his eyebrows and a center-of-his-nose ring. That nigga was presenting like a tinfoil supervillain.
What was up with them homeboys with bleached hair? Thumper pontificated to hisself on on that topic when a recycling truck rattled down the road — there ain’t never was recycling trucks before neither — the driver was a reflective-vest redbone with bleached hair, a shiny grill, steel rods in his eyebrows and a center-of-his-nose ring. That nigga was presenting like a tinfoil supervillain.
Nowadays, in the free outside present-day here-and-now of the real world, early rising got niggas tripping, looking at Thumper like sad question marks when he said he got up at six.
He got up just after dawn. It ain’t feel early to him. In prison, he be getting up at the north side of dawn. Nowadays, in the free outside present-day here-and-now of the real world, early rising got niggas tripping, looking at Thumper like sad question marks when he said he got up at six. Lazy-ass punks all over.
“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!”
From Steel the Roughneck
He done share prison cells with lotta handsome young things like Rico, with tasteful muscles and cute tattoos and a tight ass you could bounce a kitten off of.
Rico frowned at Thumper like he ain’t wanna explain that none his niggas got a couch for him to sleep on. Rico do be frowning! Young niggas was like that these days. A steamy-green bitch on the news said young men was “drowning in a male-strum of toxic cities”. That sounds bad, Thumper feel sorry for ’em. Rico scoffed like he was too handsome to drown in a male-strum.
Thumper returned to the ramshackle shack with a pizza and a willingness to share it with that Rico nigga. Even the free pizza ain’t turn Rico’s frown upside-down, as he bin calling his niggas all day. He bin calling the niggas of his niggas in the hunt for a couch to sleep on.
You see, his girlfriend done left him. Rico told a long, frown-filled story about how she was a touchy bitch, and she don’t want him now that he got arrested dealing coke. She only dated him cuz he got cocaine and stacks of dollars in his pockets. A pocket-empty nigga is a bitchless nigga. His mama done kick him out for bringing shame and frowns upon the family domicile, plus Rico got a stepdad who don’t like him none. Guess stepdad don’t find frowny niggas with dimples and shiny skin as arousing as Thumper do.
Thumper find ’em plenty arousing indeed! He done share prison cells with lotta handsome young things like Rico, with tasteful muscles and cute tattoos and a tight ass you could bounce a kitten off of.
Rashid is an ex-con.
Description
Rashid was a roundbody darkskin bullethead nigga with dappy eyes, gappy teeth and a fatty neck, steady slapping his belly and laughing with machine gun lungs. He was always thick as a dick, lifting mad weights with the big boys, but he ain’t never work out in a organized way. He ain’t never do no cardio, so he got that stout-nigga booty, and his belly ain’t never go away. Rashid sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey and a phone, after his niggas was gone. Lipsweet emptied into quietude, and the only sound in Thumper’s ear was the smell of hungry pussy. Rashid be staring at them remnant females on his lonesome but ain’t none them give Rashid no mind. He only got a lapdance earlier when his niggas paid for it — he was a ghetto-nigga’s nigga, and them strippers and whores could smell his dollar-poor dick. They stayed away.
That was prison life sticking to him, Thumper reckoned. A free man can splurge on urges. A prison nigga hoards like a stingy dragon.
He got prison-brain. He stuck in that cell, nigga, he be getting violent at the drop of a hat, talk too rough for the girls, even the ghetto bitches. That dancer Ebonette say he lick pussy like it was a lollipop that slapped his mama.
That nigga was thick and soft like a mushy pillow, and he smelled like a crowded barbershop.
Rashid was a top-heavy nigga, squishy and dense like overstuffed pillows. Rashid was one them niggas who get chunky in prison — he ain’t got the will to work out on the regular or to stop scarfing down commissary honey buns. He do buy what the candy folk sell him on. Now that he was out though, he be dropping his donuts on calorie-free blunts and nibble-size sluts. Tale as old as time. Even slimmed down, he was still thick as alfredo though, and you know Thumper love a high-carb booty. He was mad on a reluctant front, all lifting hisself up and sucking on his teeth like he was too good to let a old head knock on his backdoor. He weren’t too good for nothing though, and under his gotta-fight shell, Rashid was cool as hot oatmeal.
Rashid was a thick-ass Blood, one of those guys who walked around prison without a shirt all the time like he wanted to show off his six-pack even though he wasn’t even close to having a six-pack. He had a small belly but a powerful chest, and he worked out with the “big men” — the muscle; enforcers for the gang — despite not being as strong as one. He had a loud mouth too and a big wide face like a football linebacker, not that he was ever coordinated enough to actually play football.
From Buck the Ex-Con
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Atticus is an ex-con and a service industry worker.
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That’s because Atticus was six and a half feet tall and built like a brick factory. He had kept his mind occupied in that cage by working out for eight to ten hours a day, and he kept that up as much as he could on the outside. He used his size as an assistant manager, to keep the other boys in line. They ain’t respect the Indian owner, Mr. Chandrupati, but they respected Atticus, that was for sure. He preferred busy days with lots to do. Time flew by if there was a line of customers. When no one was in the store, that’s when time dragged, that’s when Atticus started thinking too much, reliving pasts he wanted to forget. The just-graduated post-high schoolers ain’t see it like that. The best times in their lives were the most recent years; nostalgia was fun for them, so boring days with no customers were a good thing.
But Atticus had perspective, something that the young pups who worked here ain’t possess, not yet. He was the only one working today who wasn’t a just-graduated teenager or early twenty-something. Atticus was a forty-three year old ex-convict. He done his time. He knew very well about time dragging. He had spent nine years behind bars, dragging his time around like sand in a locked sandbox.
From Massive Black Alphas
Atticus, whose arms didn’t really fit in that uniform polo shirt. He had dark brown skin lined with tattoos normally covered by the shirt, but as he worked on the baskets of bagels, his shirt fabric moved a little, and Teddy couldn’t tear his eyes away from those bulging biceps and peeks at his tattoos.
He was tall too. At well over six feet tall, Atticus was barrel-chested and broad-shouldered, and he looked damn good with that polo shirt tucked into his khakis. He looked adorable in those khakis, Teddy thought; you could tell he only wore them because it was the uniform. They were too loose, too short, of course (it was probably difficult to find pants that fit) and too tight around the waist.
Atticus called out, his great big voice booming brightly, echoing in the tiny donut shop. He had a rough-tinged tone, like there was a single strip of sandpaper in his throat. He stood there near the cash register, bellowing much louder than was necessary to be heard in the tiny store.
He hurried back behind the counter again, those gorgeous asscheeks plumping back and forth with each step. Since he didn’t really fit in his khakis, Atticus’s ass bulged against the asscheeks. What massive asscheeks, Teddy thought, each one bigger than Teddy’s head, and juicy, firm and soft at once, probably dappled in sweat right now.
Atticus took off his polo shirt, revealing a broad brown chest covered in faded off-blue tattoos, including Fuck Tha Police printed over his heart; he carefully replaced the napkin over his belly and added more napkins to soak up more cum, like a big belly bib. He lifted his left arm, which bared a hairy armpit that gleamed with sweat. Warmth and body odor filled the car.
From Atticus the Ex-Con
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Atticus the Ex-Con: Teddy’s distracted from his work by a brouhaha at the coffee shop, leading to an explosive encounter with the manager Atticus. Atticus is a burly ex-con who don’t take no guff, but he does give his manly meat out to any man who wants to take a swing at it! Atticus done learnt a thing or two in prison, and he’s ready to teach that lesson to whatever whiteboy needs to learn it!
Massive Black Alphas: Teddy shops at the Fairmont Shopping Center, where the massively meaty black men abound. Oodles of black guys there swing on the DL, giving Teddy plenty of opportunity to taste the manhoods he craves!
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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.”
Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist
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.”
Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist
Ernie is an ex-con and a janitor.
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Ernie was in his late forties and kinda dirty — everybody said he smoked crack, but he told Anthony he’d been clean two years. He was bizarre though, and he had powerful arms. Anthony really wanted to touch his biceps, which seemed bigger than he was — Ernie was short, especially for a black guy, and everybody called him skinny. He wasn’t, he was more ropy.
A ropy-muscled black man pushed in. He snarled at Graham or perhaps he just snarled in general and Graham was the nearest possible target. He had a swayey way of standing — drunk, most likely, maybe on something harsher. His face was harsh too, perpetually in shadow even though the closet was well lit by the bare bulb overhead.
From Graham the Lover
Except for Ernie, of course. He was the janitor, and he slept in a little backroom. He was a dim older black man, short, scrawny but powerful and punchy, darkskin, early 50s, mustache and scruff combined, sunk eyes, like a lump of coal got turned into a bodybuilder but ran out of magic a third of the way through.
Ernie held a bottle of malt liquor in one hand and a mop in the other. He wore only a sleeveless tee shirt that was much too large for him. It probably fit him when it was new and he was more muscular, some twenty years ago. But he was wiry now, and he sloshed around drunkenly like the mop was keeping him upright.
From Wayne the Ex-Cop
Ernie was the janitor, and Simon was scared of him.
He was black, middle-aged and beardy, with a wild streak and a crack addiction. Ernie didn’t even live in a house, he lived in a shelter, or that was what the dancers said anyway. He was skinny but wiry, with withered muscles, meager joints and cracked, blistered skin, dark brown like rotting wood by nature but ashy-gray, chapped and chafed in parts.
A lot of times, he was ranting about people following him, and he had been caught smoking crack at Lipsweet once. Simon once spied him in an alley stabbing shadows and shouting at invisible attackers. That was why Simon was intimidated by him.
Ernie’s sudsy arms were somehow both muscular and scrawny, and his salt and pepper hair was threadbare. He had a sandpapery voice, which was hushing under something vituperative about the cooks cleaning up the stovetops and countertops nearby.
From Desmond Seeks Alphas
Ernie was a helter-skelter kinda homeboy, all ropy limbs and taut muscles. He was skinny as diet pie though.
From Buck the Dumbass
Teddy’s had never liked being around the janitor — it didn’t surprise him to learn that Ernie smoked crack. He often acted erratically, with jumpy, jerky movements. He was jet-black, lean and ropy-muscled, gruff, with a deep voice and a raspy tone. He often talked to the girls even though they made it clear they thought he was gross, and he openly played with himself sometimes until Buck told him to quit it.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons
He was a middle-aged man, wiry, slim, balding, ashy and gray, with a dense kinky beard that looked and smelled like a rat nest. His lean and lanky body got a jangly gait and a half-kneed way of carrying hisself, like his joints was falling apart. His chest was pulled tight and taut, pockmarked with sores. His skinny fingers was thickly callused and scorched from smoking crack with improvised materials. He smelled like a wet dog… He had a rough-tinged voice, like his throat was clogged with razorblades and the words got cut up on they way out… He walked like a hobo, all janky and jittery, slooped and stoopy, one leg drooping like drapes, the other stiff as steel. His sunken eyes was yellowed like a stray cat… His wiry body tottered, his kinky beard hairs absorbing the sound of his harsh, heavy breathing.
From Tyrell the Ex-Con
Ernie was a brother, dark as a park at night, ropy like a sac of string, squatting like a long-timer and sipping sips outta bottle of malt liquor.
Ernie was the janitor, and he was a dirty drunk, that was the problem. He ain’t even try to act proper. He was a middle-aged black man, short and balding and both scrawny and powerfully built somehow, and he was always — always — piss-drunk. He usually smelled like either whiskey or urine. Tonight, it was whiskey.
“How’sh you rawckin’, Rrrrrrawcky?” Ernie said, cracking up at his own joke like he ain’t said that a million times before. He stood there with a mop and a mop bucket, and it was obvious as hell he ain’t been doing no mopping. He was looking to peep on the waitresses, most certainly. He got dingle-brown pants on, scuffed and tore up and marked with gray and pale bleach stains. His hat was offside. He looked like he was proud of being a rotgut drunk. “You one stocky boxer, Rocky-” He was rapping drunkenly now. “Flocks of talky niggas balkin’.” He play-punched Rocky in the belly. “Box wit’ me, foxy Rocky, c’mon.”
From Rocky the Ex-Con
He had met Ernie Collard days ago, when he first arrived. Ernie was a hobo, that was clear. He had been locked up for a couple years, but he still had that wild hobo beard, gray-streaked and patchy in parts, and he still had a jabby half-fro of thinning unkempt frizzle. He was kind of skinny but had a little paunch and long ropy arms. His body was pockmarked with old sores and wrinkled cellulite, skin deep brown but with rashes of gray on his knees and elbows and chin.
The other guys treated Ernie strangely, that was why he had caught Buck’s attention. Sometimes they treated him like they hated him, like he was a disgusting rapist or something. They tripped him, made him the butt of jokes and forced him to do their laundry. But then another time, Buck saw Jamal Bradshaw bring him a fruit cup for seemingly no reason, even though Jamal had slapped him in line after lunch (also for seemingly no reason).
From The Redneck Ex-Con
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Knuckle is a boxer, a bouncer, an ex-con and a carnie.
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He liked his men rough and nasty, and Toby fit the bill. He was white, squat, no-necked, with a big burn scar on the side of his neck and shoulder. He was vaguely rednecky, vaguely skinheadish and — when Tyrell was around, at least — somewhat thuggesque too.
Finally the door opened. Toby tottered in, on unsteady feet. He was obviously very drunk. He reeked of liquor. He had taken off his shirt, so he wore only a wifebeater, which revealed that that burn scar on the side of his neck extended in thin tendrils down his chest and his belly. It looked like something hot and sticky had been dumped on him.
From Dubcon Alphas
It was hard to finger exactly what was scary about Knuckle. Part of it was obvious: his badly scarred face, with a thick cheek scar that gave him a permanent sinister smile visible from one angle, a burn scar that spilled like lava from his shoulder to the side of his face, a long beheading-type scar on his neck, a cut running from his sideburn to his forehead as though an eye was almost sliced open and a constellation of pinprick scars and marks all over his bare arms when he wore a sleeveless shirt.
And aside from the scars, Knuckle glowered and stared with flatness, his face unreadable, his voice low and growling, without emotion, and a lot of what he said was just plain weird or incomprehensible. Nobody liked talking to him.
His big fleshy arms were sturdy, dotted with sweat. On his left bicep was that burn scar whose edges stretched up onto his neck and cheek, and since he had taken off his button-down shirt to reveal a raggedy wifebeater, Teddy could see now how big it was. He had been very badly burned at some point, it seemed.
There was a bandage on his side, near his back. It looked fresh — from tonight? — because it was still pale white and clean around the edges but soaked in crimson right above the wound. He must have struggled to put the bandage on, because it only partially covered the wound. Where it stretched onto his back, the bandage didn’t quite cover it. That made sense, because Knuckle was so muscular and thick-chested that he probably couldn’t reach that section of his lower back.
“The dancers is all gone,” Knuckle said. His voice was grim, flat, emotionless, like a deflated balloon, but scratchy like his lungs were made from sandpaper. It sounded painful for him to speak, and his voice made Teddy’s hair stand on end.
From The Scarred Bouncer
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The Scarred Bouncer: Knuckle is a badly scarred and bizarre bouncer at a rough and tumble nightclub, so everyone treats him like a freak. But when the bartender Teddy treats him nicely for once, Teddy’s in for the ride of a lifetime! That’s because Knuckle has a knack for setting up Teddy in man-on-man encounters that Teddy could never manage on his own.But can Teddy handle all the throbbing manhood Knuckle’s ready to throw at him?
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