A Friendly Chat with Darnell

When I open my eyes again, the sun has already gone down. Sarah's soft, pale features are illuminated by the yellowed streetlights outside, and my heart flutters at the way she smiles in her sleep. Her auburn hair falls lightly across her pretty face, and I'm again amazed at how lucky I am to have her.

But as I listen to her breathing, I realize I need to get up and pee. I find it difficult to move myself from underneath her arm, but she barely stirs as I angle my slender body onto the floor.

I push the bedroom door quietly shut behind me as I step out into the hallway, and I can hear Darnell's deep voice coming through his bedroom wall. It was too muffled to understand his words, but it sounded like he was talking to someone on a cell phone. I can hear him laughing to the person on the other end, but I don't stop to listen in. Instead, I turn the other direction and head to the hall bathroom, respecting the privacy of our guest.

"Ahhhh..." I groan as I start to piss, blasting the back of the toilet bowl with my low-powered stream. Waves of satisfaction roll over me as I empty my bladder, giving me goosebumps all over my shoulders. I'm lost in thought, imagining me and my Sarah on a date, somewhere beautiful and exotic, when...

"AAYYYY, WHITE BOY! Let me get in there wit' ya..."

As Darnell's voice booms behind me and fills the bathroom, I involuntarily flinch, nearly leaping out of my socks and leaving a wet trail of piss all over the toilet. My confident flow stops immediately as I turn and look with horror at Sarah's guest.

The middle-aged black man was standing in the doorway, barely dressed as he towers over me, wearing a pair of blue plaid boxers and a black t-shirt that reads "PROPERTY OF STATE PRISON". With a big grin on his face, the big black man strolls over to join me at the toilet. I have to squeeze myself against the wall to accommodate his size, trapping myself in a corner with my dick in my hand and a convict standing over me.

As if things weren't bad enough yet, Darnell looks me over for a second and I can swear I hear him chuckling at me. Then to my horror, he reaches down and rubs the front of his boxers for a moment before he reaches his big bear paw hand into the front opening of the shorts.

A moment later, my eyes go wide as he fishes out the biggest cock I've ever seen in my entire life. Nearly 10 inches long, even while soft, and as thick as my skinny forearm. In fact, when I dare to look down at our two cocks, mine has already shrunken at the sight of Darnell's throbbing black monster. When I look up at his smug expression, he chuckles and starts to piss alongside me, a stream that puts my own to shame.

I lamely hold my average-sized manhood in my hand as I watch Darnell's big black anaconda do its business, grateful that Sarah can't see this, and my mind is still reeling from the shock until my stream finally runs out. I snap out of my stupor and decide it's time to end this encounter.

Giving my dick a quick shake, I slip it back inside my briefs and awkwardly readjust my shorts. "Um... excuse me..." I say weakly, trying to squeeze past the black man. But there's no room to maneuver, and he doesn't budge; instead, he continues his pissing, making sure I stay until he's finished. I try to look away, anywhere else, but there's nothing else to see from the corner of this small bathroom.

Finally, his stream diminishes to a trickle, and the ex-con strokes and shakes his huge cock until it's dry. As he puts it away, he looks at me staring and laughs again.

"My bad, you tryna get out?" Still pinning my smaller body into the corner, Darnell slides back, giving me the chance to squeeze in front of him as I make my way to the door.

It's a tight squeeze, but I manage to avoid touching another man's cock on my way to the sink. I give my hands a rinse, and Darnell watches me before doing the same.

Shaken by the weird situation, I awkwardly turn to leave, but I hear our guest clear his throat to talk to me.

"Ay, Liam, thanks again for letting me stay with y'all. I know Sarah talked you into it, but..."

He gives me a smirk. "...but I can tell that you're a good boy. I think we're gonna have some fun together."

Despite the awkwardness, I'm honestly surprised at Darnell's positive attitude, and I want to make sure he keeps it. "Yeah, no problem; I'm happy to help any friend of Sarah's. You deserve a second chance."

Outside the bathroom, I can hear Sarah finally waking up and I start to leave. But before I can get through the bathroom door, I feel a sharp smack on my ass that nearly takes me off my feet. I look back, startled, and see Darnell eyeing me with a grin; and for a moment, I can't tell if the gleam in his dark brown eyes is one of friendship or dominance.