“Shut up, Buck!” Cody grinned and jumped off the top bunk onto Buck’s shoulders, as Buck, still naked, was reaching for his foot powder. “Let’s wrassle!” Cody tried to sit on Buck’s shoulders, but he was still wet, and Cody slipped down to clutch him piggyback. Cody wore sweatpants and a heavy shirt, but his feet was bare and dug into Buck’s side as he tried to keep a stable hold on his wet flesh. The jostling made Buck’s jigglesome schlong sling back and forth.
“Is the Salisbury steak good?” Buck said, foot powder in hand, with Cody climbing on his back. Cody gripped his head and squealed as he almost fell. His feet pummeled Buck’s moist back, attempting to keep a tight hold.
Kax flared his nostrils. “No. Is it evah?” He looked up from his manga to see Cody climbing Buck’s back like a mountain. Buck waggled his dick — he was going to apply foot powder to his balls, so he was handling his junk, but Cody’s jostling made him stop to avoid spilling the foot powder.
“It’s okay sometimes, I had it good before. My grandmoms used to make good Salisbury steak,” Buck said. He ignored Cody wrestling with him from behind. They used to wrestle for real, when they was both the same size. Then Buck kept growing. So now when they “wrestled”, Buck basically ain’t participate. Cody tried to do pro-wrestling moves to his boulder-like buddy, and Buck gamely let him.
“Only good thing they make is here the tacos. And the chicken nuggets is okay,” Kax said. He put down his manga and laid on his side to face Buck and Cody. He got a comb sticking outta his afro, and he looked stoned, though it wasn’t clear if that was a perpetual expression or if he was managing to smoke weed on the downlow in here.
“Oooooooh, man, dawgie, shit, I can eat me some chicken nuggets. I could eat a mountain of chicken nuggets,” Buck said. He gestured with one arm to show how big the mountain of chicken nuggets could be, as Cody gripped him by the neck and trampled his back with his bare feet. Buck held his carton of foot powder in his hand, so every time Cody kicked him, white powder puffed out the top. “I was in Maryland State awhile back, man, they got chicken nuggets that was good as hell, you wouldn’t even believe it-“
“Got you, Buck!” Cody said. His tiny arm put Buck in a headlock, which ain’t slow Buck down at all. Buck got animated about prison food, and his hefty-lad voice boomed out, oblivious to Cody’s arm across his neck. “Got you in a double-headlock! You can’t get out of it! It’s impossible!”
“-better than McDonald’s, man, swear to God. But they ain’t barely give you none, you only get like four.” Buck held up four fingers on one hand, his other still holding his foot powder. Cody had one thin forearm around Buck’s neck. “And they ain’t big. So I was goin’ aftuh ’em in the kitchen, like sayin’ — there’s lotta little guys in there, right, they ain’t need all that. Some of ’em don’t even finish ’em!”
“I’m gonna suplex you, Buck,” Cody said. He pulled on Buck’s mullet. Buck ignored him, so Cody dropped to the floor and got himself in position to use his twiggy arms to pick up Buck’s massive frame. He even tried — his little muscles flexed as he pushed on Buck’s flesh — but he couldn’t even shove Buck much less pick him up. “Gonna smash you on the floor!”
“But this screwface say I can’t take ’em from the specs or he put me on light-time work detail, and I ain’t gonna get my early release,” Buck said, a hand gesture — fingers forming lenses in front of his eyes — indicating that ‘specs’ meant ‘guys wearing glasses’. Cody ascended Buck’s back again and pulled his hair while pretending to shiv him in the belly. “So I tol’ the kitchen feller, I oughta get more than four, y’know. My dick can eat four chicken nuggets, and it ain’t even got a mouth,” Buck said. Kax laughed.
“Did they give you any more?” Kax asked.
Buck shook his head, his shaggy mullet going back and forth. “Nah, the kitchen feller say he ain’t allowed ‘nless’n I get the doctor to say it, and the doctor, he don’t say it. He just gimme extra carrot stick. I’s like, carrots ain’t nevuh gonna fill me up, doc. You need-a gimme a whole carrot farm if you want me to stop askin’ for more. I bought buncha sardines in the commissary. Sardines is little, but they fills ya up.” Cody hugged Buck’s naked pecs from behind and shimmied him like a tree. “Ow, Cody, you pullin’ my chest hair out.”
Cody finally stopped wriggling, arms hugging Buck’s shoulders and riding him piggyback. “Put ya drawers on, Buck! Your dong is so ugly!”
“I’s tryin’-a put my drawers on, Cody! I gotta powder my balls first, but you keep pullin’ my hair ‘nd shit.” Buck swayed his body left and right, at first trying to shake Cody off him, then helicoptering his dick so it slapped his thighs.
Kax sat up. “Yo, they the same way here — you get five chicken nuggets. They pretty big. It ain’t that bad. The spaghetti is the bad one, oh dawg, it is awful, and it’s all sauce — sauce is mostly water — it’s basically tomato soup wit’ some noodles in it. They say it got meat, but I don’t taste no meat. Mostly water.” He paused. “You get bread though, with that one.”
The smell of medicinal foot powder filled the air as Buck dumped some out into the palm of one hand. A cloud of it spilled out. He stood on one foot to powder the other foot. “Man, is the doctor cool? I gotta get more foot powder, and the nurse tol’ me-“
“He puts it on his balls too!” Cody said, still riding Buck’s back and poking him in the ribs with his feet. His face was right next to Buck’s. “He uses so much, it’s crazy!”
Nostrils flaring, Buck said, “Yeah — Cody, get off me. I gotta — I can tell him ’bout my balls.”
“You talk soooo slow!” Cody said. He again pantomimed like he was stabbing Buck in the belly. Cody’s little arms could barely reach around his barrel chest. His feet was resting on Buck’s asscheeks, which was now dry enough he could clutch the skin with his toes. “Hey, Kax, we’re gonna brew some hooch. We need sugar and canned peaches and mashed-potato flakes and apple juice and a bucket and a funnel and sliced apples and baby carrots-“
“We don’t need all that, and shut the fuck up, Cody!” Buck said. “Don’t say that so loud.” He looked at Kax. “Are they strict about prison hooch here?”
Kax shook his head. “Nah. Officer Messypants will make you dump it out if he see it. Most of ’em don’t care though,” he said. “You can’t sell it to none of the Mexicans, or the Latin Kings’ll shank you.”
“Okay.” Buck lifted up his giant meaty dick so he could finally powder his balls, only for Cody to laugh and shake Buck’s back, making him spill all the powder on his hand. “Get off me, Cody!” Buck shook him off as Cody cackled. He dropped off Buck’s back and smacked Buck’s cuelows. He again moved as though to suplex Buck and slam him on the ground. Cody strained to pick up his giant buddy, who outweighed him by some two hundred pounds. Kax snickered at the sight, while Buck got his balls powdered.
Tag: spaghetti
Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink
He hid that notion under his domey-doodle though.
Anywayhows, the Portuguese spaghetti was good as girlfarts, and then they hip-hopped it to showers after supper. Steel kept it cool and calm, though his blood crawled up in his eyes and he wanna run back to his bunk to drink, glug-a-glug-a-goo, damn he wished he put a flask in his locker, if he was rich, he’d put flasks everywhere just in case he got thirsty. He hid that notion under his domey-doodle though. He wanna be less smacky for liquor than Lem. It ain’t a real addiction-craving if some other nigga is craving it more. That’s what Steel thought as he showered. Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.
From Steel the Roughneck
Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore: Chapter 3
Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore
Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber
Chapter Four: The Parole Officer
Avery sat in his car, waiting for his stupid brother-in-law to send him a stupid text message. His sister had asked him to help out with something: giving her no-good husband a ride to his boss’ house to beg for his job back. Avery didn’t like his brother-in-law, but he did love his sister. So he agreed, and now he had to sit out here in his car and wait to get the all-clear to leave.
He was about to drive off regardless. If his stupid brother-in-law wanted to get picked up again, he could damn well call and ask for another favor.
Finally a text message appeared on his phone: nvrmind, thx Avary, all good. That meant Avery’s brother-in-law presumably had his job back again. Avery was glad for him, even if he did strongly dislike the man. He didn’t get why anyone would give him a second chance. He was especially annoyed that, after four years in the family, his brother-in-law still didn’t know how to spell Avery’s name.
That was when Avery saw what appeared to be a naked man, climbing out of the top floor of a three-story building. The man was tall and muscular, tattooed, dark-skinned, with short hair and a handsome face.
“You fuckin’ piece of shit! I’ll kill you!” A lanky middle-aged white man stuck his head out the window and screamed. Then he ran out, following close behind the black man.
The black man was Tyrell, and he had one hand over his flopping cock as he climbed down the fire escape. He assumed that would be enough to get away from the white man — husband to Tyrell’s latest conquest, whose name was Karen or Carol or something like that.
Tyrell only then saw that this husband was more limber than he seemed. He had long legs and he wasn’t fat like most of the husbands whose wives Tyrell stole. He was rapidly catching up when Tyrell dropped into the alley and ran for the street. He wished he had managed to at least grab his shoes. The pavement here was covered in sharp stones and bits of garbage, and the fire escape rattled above his head where the white man darted down after him.
Reaching the street, Tyrell looked left and right, not sure where to go. A police vehicle drove past, but luckily the cop behind the wheel didn’t notice Tyrell standing there naked. Tyrell frowned. He didn’t have a cell phone or any cash on him. He had no car. He had nowhere to go.
“Hey, man, need a ride?” Avery’s voice called out from his car. He waved to get Tyrell’s attention. “Hey, man, need a ride?”
“Ah, shit, thanks,” Tyrell said. He darted in just as the husband came out of the alley. Avery peeled away in a hurry, and Tyrell breathed a sigh of relief.
That sense of relief didn’t last long, however, before Tyrell realized he had gotten into a complete stranger’s car. He was naked, so Tyrell knew he wouldn’t be robbed — he had nothing to steal. But that hardly made this safe. He had been so worried about getting away from that husband that he hadn’t really made sure his sudden escape route was safe.
He looked out the car window in time to see the husband shake his fist at the car driving away. Tyrell smirked. He glanced over at the slim black man behind the wheel.
“My name is Avery,” the driver said, with a feminine lilt.
“I’m Tyrell.” Tyrell sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Well, Tyrell, what would you think about… playing around a bit?” Avery’s hand clasped Tyrell’s thigh.
Tyrell rolled his eyes and grunted his yes. He sighed more dramatically this time. He acquiesced as Avery’s hand roamed up his well-muscled thigh. But he said, “Nah, man…”
“Hmm-hmm.” Avery groped Tyrell’s thigh. “Where do you want to go?”
“Ummm… there’s this place out in Crandwell,” Tyrell said. It was the only place he could think of to go. His muscles flexed wherever Avery touched him. He cleared his throat. “I’m technically between places right now. I ain’t homeless or nothin’. There’s this chick out in Crandwell who lets me keep some shit there. I got clothes I can wear — get ya hand off my dick, man.”
Avery frowned. Tyrell’s cock was moist and thick, sticking to his leg. Avery had just barely brushed one hand over it to gauge Tyrell’s reaction.
“Sorry. I ain’t say you could touch my dick-“
“Can you flex a bicep? You have great arms.”
“No.”
Avery giggled and stroked Tyrell’s bicep, which was firm even though he didn’t flex it. Avery’s hand moved lower and tweaked Tyrell’s nipple.
Touching his nipple made Tyrell’s dick twitch. Tyrell assumed that Avery saw it, though Avery was actually watching the road because he got on the highway. Tyrell sighed. “Don’t read nothin’ into that, my dick ain’t gettin’ hard. I just like it when girls touch my nipples, y’know.” He chuckled throatily.
“Hmm-hmm. You’re really handsome.” Avery was a little annoyed that he didn’t get to grope Tyrell’s dick. He had a nice body though, and that felt great beneath Avery’s hand — even that was disappointing because Avery had to watch the road and couldn’t really see Tyrell’s frame or his flexing muscles.
“Yeah, whatevuh, man.” Tyrell looked out the window, ignoring Avery’s hand over his chest. “Can I use ya phone? Shit, nah… I don’t know nobody’s numbers.”
“How about… if you let me jack you off right now, I’ll let you use my phone, you can message your friends if you want, and I’ll even buy you a new phone if you can’t get your old one back,” Avery said.
“What, no shit?” Tyrell scoffed and nodded. “Hell yeah, man!”
It was only a handjob, after all, Tyrell thought. He pretended it was fine. It was, really, fine, he assured himself over and over, it wasn’t even his first time with a man. There was a dude in the neighborhood he grew up in who used to jerk off virtually any eighteen-year-old who wanted a blowjob. He had been legendary, and he had throated Tyrell so good Tyrell thought he had broken his cock.
But Tyrell had been incredibly horny then, plus drunk. He’d only ever been with two women at that point. He had been desperately horny, and all his friends did it too. They lined up outside the man’s door one night, coming in one by one until the neighbors complained. It would have been weird to not do it at the time. He was drunk enough that it barely mattered, he didn’t even think about it at that moment, and it had only taken about two minutes (he was young, dumb and full of cum).
But he had plenty of sex these days. He don’t need none that DL shit.
But Tyrell did need a phone and he ain’t want Avery to kick him outta the car, so he just closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His dick was soft and spongy because he had fucked that woman a couple times last night, and his manhood was still recovering. He grinned at the thought of that tight middle-aged pussy. He loved plowing into a pussy some other man thought was his.
“You fuck with a lot of married women?” Avery asked.
Tyrell scoffed. “Yeah. Guys don’t even know, you don’t own a pussy, y’know, ya gotta earn it, you gotta keep earnin’ it e’ry day. Man, white men gotta have money, ya know, but they don’t realize they females is still out fuckin’ wit’ nigga dick, ya feel me?”
“Hmm-hmm…” Avery murmured. Tyrell’s dick was slow to firm up in his hand, especially since Avery was kind of awkward jacking him off in a moving car while he had to also focus on driving. He put it on cruise-control though, now that they were on the highway.
“You ever let a guy on you before?”
Tyrell nodded. “Once. I was younger then, don’t even try nothin’ now,” he said. “I don’t like messin’ with white dudes. That other nigga got me off real good. But there was this white dude who used to look at me all the time, man. He be hangin’ out in the shower and shit, rubbin’ my back. I know he wanted my dick. I don’t wanna let some white man have that over me, y’know, runnin’ around tell all his little white buddies ’bout the time he got some nigga-dick in his mouth. Nah. No way, nigga, that ain’t how I play.”
“It sounds like you have a problem with white men,” Avery said. Tyrell’s dick was rock-hard now, veinily throbbing in Avery’s hand. A few drops of precum slipped out, lubricating him, and Tyrell sighed. Avery giggled.
“I ain’t lettin’ you jerk me off neither,” Tyrell said because he could see Avery’s eyes intently staring at his dick — he knew Avery was going to try to throat it sooner or later. “Nah, I ain’t into that. Nothin’ personal, no offense.”
“No offense taken.”
Tyrell grabbed Avery’s hand as it stroked his dick, and he guided it up and down more quickly. “Like that, good, like that, nigga.” He sighed. Tyrell’s hips pumped, so he humped Avery’s hand just as much as Avery’s hand stroked him.
He was surprised at how good the handjob really was. He’d never really enjoyed a handjob like this. He grunted and bit his lip. His breathing sped up as he tried to hump Avery’s hand harder, lifting his hips off the seat.
“Damn, nigga-” He choked off his own words as pre-orgasmic pleasure surged through him. He gasped.
Avery teased him by stopping, squeezing his dick but not moving his hand again — Tyrell was on the edge of his orgasm, so that made him writhe in frustration and use both of his hands to again force Avery’s hand to move once more. Avery smiled and did so, as Tyrell’s dick erupted in a torrent of cum.
“Oh fuck-!”
It sprayed all over his bare chest, coating his smooth brown skin in creamy goodness. Avery giggled because it just kept on coming, even though he’d fucked last night, he just had big dangling balls that were chock-full of creamy cum.
His wad clung to his muscles and dripped from his pecs. “Ah, shit!” Tyrell said through gritted teeth. A few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He couldn’t believe a simple handjob felt this good, and he hoped Avery didn’t get the wrong idea about him because of it. “Ah, nice, nigga, keep strokin’… Hmmm…” He licked his lips. “Don’t let go-” He grunted. “Stroke it real slow now, real slow…” Tyrell’s whole body undulated and he moaned, jetting out a long flow of jizz.
Avery’s hand got coated in cum, and Tyrell’s dick soon was soft again, exquisitely sensitive. Tyrell’s whole body trembled as Avery kept on stroking until Tyrell couldn’t take it any more and pushed his hand away.
“Good timing,” Avery said. He sucked the cum off his finger, the sound of which made Tyrell gag — girls were never that enthusiastic about cum. Avery grinned as he sucked every drop of salty, cum-drenched man-chest. He pulled off the highway into Crandwell. “We’re almost there.”
“Yeah, cool,” Tyrell said. He chuckled, trying to recover his breath without looking impressed. It was just a handjob, a mandingo-nigga like himself couldn’t get excited over a handjob without blowing his rep. He heaved for air as casually as he could manage. “Cool. You better buy me that phone.”
“I will. Where’s this house you can get clothes at?”
Tyrell gave him directions to a tony neighborhood a ways off the highway. There he pulled up to a house with a pool out back. “Don’t worry, I fuck wit’ this divorced lady, she don’t need to hide nothin’.” He got out, wrapping a jacket around his waist so he could walk to the front door without flashing the neighborhood.
He had no sooner stepped out, however, when a slightly haggard woman came out of the front door. “No way, Tyrell! Get outta here! My husband’s back!”
“What?”
“My husband’s back! You gotta go-“
A burly middle-aged white man came out from behind the house. He saw Tyrell’s mostly naked body. “What the fuck’s going on? Who are you?”
Tyrell was crestfallen for a couple reasons. Most importantly, he was shocked that she had chosen her husband over him. She’d been bad-mouthing her husband for more than a year. She said over and over that Tyrell was younger, sexier, bigger-cocked, better-in-bed and just plain more charming. He was better in every way than her ex-husband.
So what, Tyrell thought, was wrong with him? Why had she chosen the husband over him?
Not that long ago, he could say “all I care about is smashing sum pussy” and that was true; now, Tyrell wasn’t so sure.
“Huh? Whatchoo doin’, man? You best get outta here!” The man’s face turned ruddy, and he came closer. “You tryin’-a mess wit’ my wife?”
Tyrell was used to messing around with nerdy white guys’ wives, not big men like him. He didn’t like retreating but he had few options. He took a step back then darted back into Avery’s car.
“Drive.”
“What’s happening?” Avery was confused, scared of the large white man approaching his car.
“What the fuck is going on?” said the white man. “You coming at my wife, boy?”
“Just drive!”
Avery ripped the car into reverse and floored it out of the driveway. Luckily no one was coming on the street or Avery might have backed right into them. He peeled away towards the highway.
“Shit,” Tyrell said. He sighed. “Well, fuck.”
“You wanna go get that phone now then?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Tyrell said. Now he really didn’t know what to do. Now, he thought, he was technically homeless. But he didn’t say that just yet.
“Do you… want to stay with me?” Avery asked. He got the feeling from Tyrell’s silence that he now needed a place to stay.
Tyrell shrugged. “Do, I, uh… gotta… pay rent?”
“Sort of,” Avery said with a giggle. “I only have one bed.”
There was a long awkward silence in the car. Tyrell wrinkled his nose. “Fine. But you gotta buy me stuff. Not just the phone. Like I need some clothes and shit, and, uh… a toothbrush.”
“Sure.”
“And…” There was so much going on that Tyrell struggled to think of something nice he could demand. “Uh… nice clothes. Like real nice clothes.”
“Yeah, cool.”
Avery drove to the All-Mart. Since Tyrell couldn’t go in without any clothes, he stayed out in the car, while Avery went in to buy a cheap smartphone, some clothes, shoes and a few odds and ends. He was relieved to come out and find Tyrell hadn’t hotwired his car.
“These clothes’ll have to do for now,” Avery said. “I’ll buy you some nicer stuff online, okay?”
“Fine.”
Tyrell felt better when he had some clothes on, and he quickly got to work on his phone. Once he got logged into Facebook, he could send his friends his new number.
So he was involved in that and didn’t talk much, or even pay any attention to Avery’s groping of his biceps and limp cock, until they pulled into Avery’s driveway. Avery led him inside.
In the house, Avery was disappointed to see Tyrell in clothes. They both kept to themselves for a little while. Tyrell needed to get his life back in order — canceling his old phone, sending desperate messages to that married woman (until she blocked him), bragging to his niggas about the white chick he had boned (which made him feel better).
Avery made spaghetti — he had plenty of pasta and jarred sauce, and he figured Tyrell would like to have a big meal that was not quite home-cooked, but still plenty damn good. It was the good kind of jarred sauce anyway.
“So do I gotta… you know, perform for my dinner?” Tyrell asked.
Avery clucked his tongue. “No. I’m not gonna starve you, Tyrell. You can ram me later tonight, once you’ve eaten.”
Tyrell was relieved. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he saw the food. He slurped down spaghetti, noodles and the leftover Italian sausage Avery had added. Tyrell felt much better once he had eaten. He went in and took a long hot shower, which felt good too.
Then he came out before bed, in time to see Avery putting on a silky bathrobe. Tyrell followed him into his bedroom, his heart pounding.
He’d never plowed a man in the ass before. Tyrell fucked mainly with middle-aged white women, and while he liked to brag that he got them to give up the booty, that wasn’t really true. He’d only ever had anal sex with four women, and three of them made him quit before he even got his whole dick in there.
Tyrell closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He could do this. It would be easier, he thought, if he just pretended he was with a woman. He leaned in slowly, like women liked, and wrapped his muscles around Avery. He wrinkled his nose when Avery planted his lips on Tyrell’s, but Tyrell submitted as Avery’s tongue invaded his mouth.
Avery erupted in moans, stroking Tyrell’s powerful chest, which was moist with shower water. Avery figured Tyrell would feel most comfortable if Avery acted like a woman in love with him, being seduced. Avery giggled girlishly as Tyrell kissed him on the lips and the neck, then Avery slowly lowered himself to his knees.
“Alright, then, man, go ahead and jerk me off,” Tyrell said with a grunt.
Avery pulled off Tyrell’s towel, revealing that big floppy cock. Tyrell took a deep breath, and his cock popped into Avery’s mouth. Avery smiled around it — it was clean and meaty and he could tell it was well-used too, like a muscle exhausted after a long day of work.
Tyrell fucked so many women that he got hard quickly even though he’d cum a couple times today already. It had been hours, after all, which was plenty of time for him. He put his hands on his hips, watching his dick slide down Avery’s throat.
“Yeah, swallow it, boi, swallow it deep…”
It was rock-hard and throbbing soon enough, and the salty taste of precum hit Avery’s lips. Avery smiled up at him, his hands roaming over Tyrell’s muscular chest.
When he was ready, Avery turned around, leaned over the bed and jutted his ass up. Tyrell tried to cover up his lack of confidence, but Avery could tell how nervous he was. Tyrell wondered how much like a woman’s ass this would feel.
It’s good to do this once, Tyrell tried to tell himself. Lotta niggas ram once or twice.
Avery gritted his teeth as a jolt of pain hit him. Tyrell had a big dick, so even with lube, there was a little agony as that first inch or two of cockmeat pushed into him. Avery struggled, and Tyrell grunted.
“Damn, boy,” Tyrell said. He’d never really worked through this kind of anal resistance. He was ginger, reluctant at first. He’d only fucked four girls in the ass and three of them gave up as soon as he hit resistance. The fourth was a major slut who took it in the ass all the time, so there had been no resistance.
Tyrell slowly worked his cock in, centimeter by centimeter. His hands instinctively touched Avery’s ass, then he pulled away because he didn’t want to touch a man.
Then a surge of pleasure hit him, and Tyrell moaned despite his anxiety. He found his fingers on Avery’s pert ass — which, he thought, looked and felt very much like a girl’s — spreading the cheeks.
“Damn, man…” Tyrell grunted. His cock slid the rest of the way in, and they both moaned together. “Oh god… Damn, nigga!”
Tyrell didn’t know anal could be like this. Avery was tight and strong and experienced, and he could take every inch of dickmeat like few women could. He wasn’t loose either; he didn’t feel like a slut. He felt amazing, and Tyrell couldn’t believe it.
This, he thought, was better than any of the female asses he’d ever been in, not that Tyrell was going to admit that.
He pounded away, soon losing all of his inhibitions. He didn’t even mind his chest touching Avery’s back as he rammed his dick in harder and harder.
Soon he had Avery pinned on the bed, squirming beneath Tyrell’s massive body. Tyrell slammed his dick in and out, having lost his gingerness as he now realized Avery could take any amount of ramming.
“Shit yeah!” Tyrell gripped his cheeks and moaned out his orgasm, surprised to see that Avery shot his own load at the same time.
The smell of cum filled the air, and Tyrell sprayed his giant wad within Avery’s ass. It just kept on flowing, overflowing, dripping down and coating Avery’s thighs in creamy goodness. He had a big dick too, which Avery loved, and that meant Avery could feel its protruding veins throbbing inside him.
At last, it was over, and Tyrell pulled out. He grinned, wiping sweat off his chest. “Damn, boy… Hmm, you got ass fo’ real…”
“Hmmm…” Avery wanted to say something flirtatious, but he was too overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm he’d felt in a long time. He curled up on the bed and motioned for Tyrell to lay next to him.
Tyrell did so. He was tired now, having barely slept the night before. He didn’t even mind letting Avery paw all over him as they settled into bed together.
When I tell people about this — if I ever do — I’ll definitely tell them I made Avery sleep on the couch.
The last thing Tyrell did before falling asleep was tap Avery on the shoulder. Tyrell grinned. “Hey, you wanna mess around tomorrow?”
Avery nodded, bleary-eyed.
“Then get ready to buy me a car.”
Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore
Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber