Bigger Than Huge – Scene 2
Title: “Hard Time, Hard Cock – A Vintage Prison Fuck”
The heavy iron door clanged shut with a resounding clang, leaving Robb Quinton isolated in his sparse solitary cell. The petite ebony hunk sighed dejectedly as he slouched onto the narrow cot. Though his muscled body was young and fit, the monotony of prison took its toll. Robb needed relief, and the pulsing prison heat would provide it.
Inmates jostled past in the communal shower. Robb’s eyes lingered on a strapping white beefcake named Antonio Roselli. The Italian stud showered head down, soapy hands sensually washing his genetically-gifted frame.
Meanwhile, Todd Smith, a rugged biracial inmate, approached Robb’s cell half an hour later, his deep-set eyes hungry. “Yo Quinton, wanna play?” Todd smirked, cupping Robb’s crotch through his jumpsuit.
Soon the duo were rutting face to face, sloppily kissing and groping. Todd ripped open Robb’s jumpsuit, exposing the ebony top’s taut pecs, chiseled six-pack, and a stiff chocolate shaft. “Damn, Quinton, you packing heat!” Todd growled, licking his full lips voraciously.
With a devilish glint, the burly stud knelt and took Robb’s meat into his mouth. Robb gasped, head whipping back at the exquisite friction. “Aw fuck yeah…you got some skills, man,” Robb moaned, pushing his hips forward.
Todd tongue-kissed Robb’s engorged dome while fingering his own massive bulge. Wet, sloppy head slurped around Robb’s tasty tool as Todd gave him the full-blown prison fuck. “Mmmm…you taste good, Quinton. Honkin’ cock,” Todd complimented between slurps.
Then it was Robb’s turn. Pushing the brawny captive onto his back, the negro newcomer knelt between Todd’s thickly muscled thighs. The poor sucker panted desperately. “Damn Robb…you know how to treat a cock. Unhhh…”
Scissoring his fingers, Robb inched two inside Todd’s spasming brown hole. Then ever so slowly, he pushed his generous black pole deep into Todd’s inviting man-pussy. “Arrrghhh FUCK! Aw yeah baby!” Todd yelled, his voice cracking. Robb pounded him fast and furious, slamming the muscular prisoner’s bulge against his tight stomach.
An hour later, Todd was riding Robb’s fat ebony wick reverse cowboy style. Robb’s inches stretched him wide. “Ooh fuck me! Breed me!” Todd pleaded, craving a creamy load. In no time, the pair exploded hovering over the edge of Robb’s lower bunk.
Todd’s ball-shrivel trembled and he blasted his rockin’ load into Robb’s barrel chest. White cum ropes streaked Robb’s chocolate skin. In turn, Robb shoved himself upwards, filling Todd’s dank holes completely with thick baby gravy. “Woohoo!” the brawny degenerate cackled in delight. Robb collapsed spent, mourning the absence of his nourishing shaft as Todd dismounted.
Thus a perfect prison pair was born – Robb Quinton, the broke backed bitch, and Todd Smith, his black bull stud. And what about Antonio Roselli? Perhaps next time…
