Prison Style

Luther was the most ... ardent ... lover that Douglas ever had. The barrel chested Black man was up ... all the time. His mammoth uncut Black cock was stiff in the morning, stiff for lunch, and stiff all night long it felt like. Douglas's slender five inch rod looked like a stubby pencil next to Luther's long, fat, pulsing prick.

And over time, Douglas was learning to love that cock. How musky it smelled. How big the balls were, each one having to be sucked separately. How copious his precum was. And while Luther had fucked him and made love to him, it felt like Luther was holding something back.

Douglas was on all fours in the bed he now shared with Luther, his body shorn of its hair, his pink cock hanging limp between his thighs, wearing only a male thong. Luther was behind him, spanking his ass to a nice shade of pink, and then he felt that Black cock slap against his ass.

"I turned out quite a few white boys in prison, you know," Luther said conversationally, and Douglas could feel him almost clinically lubing up Douglas's ass.

"How nice for them," Douglas said, closing his eyes as his ass channel was coated in lubrication.

"Not quite," Luther said. "Not nearly the same quality lube on the inside. Broke those white collar white bitches in half."

Douglas tried to relax as Luther penetrated him, the head popping in, then slowly, steadily feeding him inch after inch of cock. When he got inside him halfway, he rested the entirety of his body onto Douglas's slim frame, causing him to collapse prostate onto the bed with the beefy Black man splayed on top of him.

"Did it just like this," Luther whispered into Douglas's ear. He started to fuck Douglas in earnest now, harder and deeper than he ever had before. And there was no where for Douglas to run, pinned onto the bed beneath the Black giant. The bed creaked and groaned in protest, as Luther turned Douglas into his personal punk, his hips clapping Douglas's cheeks loudly.