Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 03:05:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Always Real <gottabedauno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kevin Williams: Black Sex Superstar Part 25
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse,
incest, and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this offends
you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of
legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to
the living is purely coincidental.
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It was well after midnight in the Dallas County Jail. Most of
the inmates in Tank 18 were asleep on in their bunk beds, the main lights
out except for two dim light bulbs glowing at the back of the tank in the
common bathroom. All was quiet in the tank except for the sounds of a
shower running as well as two different sink faucets in the bathroom.
From a distance the bathroom, which was separated from the rest
of the tank by a waist-length white cider block wall, was at first glance
empty. However, Wesley Williams knew that there were two inmates in the
restroom. Wesley was an inmate himself, the unlucky prisoner in Tank 18
whose bed was nearest to the bathroom, thus he had to put up with being
awakened at all times of the day and night by the sounds and smells that 25
men could cause in a bathroom. With his bed being the top bunk (the bottom
one was broken), Wesley could see everything that happened in the bathroom
except for when the inmates went behind the battered old plastic tarps that
hung over the three showers as curtains for privacy.
Usually it was an annoyance to Wesley, but on this night the
sounds coming from the bathroom were of interest to the former trucker
driver and now convicted drug smuggler awaiting transfer to state prison.
Wesley's head was facing the bathroom, and he had his jail-issued cotton
blanket pulled up over his head, his eyes spying through two holes in the
blanket. He listened closely, eagerly, as he watched the unfolding scene
happening in the bathroom...
The white boy was only a few days past his 17th birthday. He
had unfortunately went out drinking and driving on his birthday and crashed
his mother's SUV into the car of a family of four, killing the youngest
child. So thanks to the state of Texas recognizing seventeen year olds as
adults, poor Jake Lewis was being held in Tank 18 without bail, trying to
survive among the violent, seasoned criminals who were his roommates.
Andre Patterson had offered young Jake protection in the tank
in exchange for one thing: every night after lights out, after the other
inmates fell asleep, Jake had to accompany the big black drug dealer back
to the latrine and suck him off until Andre's huge 9 1/2 inch dick shot the
man's thick hot salty cum straight down the white boy's gagging throat,
which André made the young white boy swallow each and every time.
Now Wesley Williams was bearing witness to the white boy's
nightly humiliation, and the scene was making Wesley's own dick grow stiff
under his blanket!
"Fuck yeah white boy," Andre whispered threw highly clenched
teeth as he sat on one of the stainless steel toilets with his big muscular
legs spread wide. Jake Lewis was on his knees on the floor, his head
between André's legs, the white lips wrapped around the big black dick.
Andre held the white boy's head firmly with both hands as he pumped his
hard prick into the back of the white boy's throat.
Poor Jake gagged repeatedly as he was choked by the huge black
dick fucking his mouth and throat. The white boy was struggling to keep up
with Andre and not end up throwing up from being choked. Jake's teeth
accidentally brushed the shaft of Andre's dick, and the trucker slapped the
back of the white boy's head with his hand.
"Didn't I tell you no muthafuckin' teeth boy?" Andre whispered
furiously into Jake's ear, pulling his rod out of the boy's mouth for a
moment. "You been sucking this dick long enough now to know how to do it
right. If I feel yo' damn teeth bite my shit again, I'm gonna make sure
one of the boys in here whoops yo' pale skinny ass tomorrow. You
understand?"
Jake silently nodded, and before he knew it, the hard dick was
shoved back between his lips.
Meanwhile Wesley Williams was watching the scene intently and
had begun to jerk his own hard dick underneath his blanket. Thanks to the
close proximity of his bunk to the toilets, Wesley was able to hear every
word Andre said to Jake despite Andre's trying to discreetly whisper. The
thuggish dope dealer withdrew the shaft of his dick from Jake's throat and
mouth, leaving only the huge mushroom head between the kid's lips. Andre
started to jack the shaft of his spit-covered dick with one hand while
holding the kid's head firmly with his other hand.
"You ain't no damn cocksucker," Andre, his lips still to the
kid's ear and whispering, complained into Jake's ear while continuing to
face fuck him. "A sissy boy like you is supposed to know how to suck a
good dick. Sissy boys take dick ten times better than any female bitch
ever could. In fact, you wanna know the best cocksucker I've ever had?
Dis lil' kid I just met a few weeks ago walkin' da streets. His name was
Kevin and he couldn't been older than sixteen or so years old. The best
dicksucker on da fuckin' planet, trust and believe! He sucked me and my
nephew off in some woods in a park and then we both fucked his tight hot
lil' black ass. That boy Kevin lives for sucking dick and getting his
sweet tight ass fucked, and I fucked his non-stop for a few days...he took
my entire dick down his throat and make me bust my nutt just like that..."
As Andre spoke of Kevin, beads of sweat formed on his forehead
and the head of his dick began to swell between the white boy's lips. His
mind flashed back to one of his many fuck sessions with Kevin, and Andre
wished more than anything to be able to experience the rush of flooding
Kevin's tight boi pussy full of cum as the boy moaned and begged for more
dick.
On the bunk, Wesley's ears perked up and his eyes widened when
he heard Andre's lusty confessions. From the description Andre had given,
Wesley instantly knew without a doubt that Andre was talking about Wesley's
own son, whom Wesley had trained very well to be the ultimate dick pleaser.
"Hell yeah...lil' Kevin was the last piece of ass I got before
I got locked up in here...I was nuttin' all up in lil' Kevin's sweet ass,
fuckin' it just like a pussy..." Andre moaned deliriously, jacking
furiously on his dick until a wave of hot semen exploded out of the head of
his prick and flooded into Jake's mouth. Andre promptly shoved the full
length of his manhood back down Jake's gagging throat, blowing an
outrageous load of his seed down into the kid's stomach...
Meanwhile, just as Andre climaxed, so did Wesley Williams as he
too remembered the sensational feelings of creaming all inside of Kevin's
tight hot wet box. Wesley's dick shot cum all over his blanket as he bit
down hard on his bottom lip to keep from making any sound...
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The next day the inmates of Tank 18 were enjoying an hour of
recreation time in the jail's gym, with most of the prisoners playing
basketball. Andre Patterson was sitting on a bench on the sidelines of the
b-ball court by himself, half watching the game and half dozing off when
Wesley Williams took a seat next to him on the hard wooden bench.
"Wassup playa?" Wesley asked in a friendly tone, smiling at
Andre.
"Just chillin' man," Andre answered, his eyes half-closed.
"Wishing my ass was anywhere but up in dis bitch."
"I heard that playa," Wesley laughed as he spotted the white
boy Jake all alone on the other side of the gym jumping rope. "But I hear
you get at least some of the comforts of the outside world every night up
in here."
Andre's eyes opened fully and stared at Wesley. "What you
talkin' about man?" he asked suspiciously.
Wesley was still smiling, staring Andre straight in the eyes.
"You know," Wesley replied and jerked his head in the direction of white
boy Jake. Then Wesley leaned in closer to Andre and spoke in a low tone.
"I know you got that white bitch boy giving you oral favors every night
when lights go out playa."
For a moment a look of panic crossed Andre's face. "Yo, man, I
ain't no faggot!" he declared in a furious whisper.
Wesley held his hands up as he smiled and laughed. "Hold up,
playa! Ain't nobody saying nothing like that there!" Wesley insisted.
"Hell, matter-of-fact, you got me jealous as hell of you now."
"Oh yeah?" Andre asked cautiously, his guard still up.
"Uh huh," Wesley replied, nodding his head. He leaned in
closer to Andre and grinned. "Between you and me playa, I bust some of the
best nutts when I'm gettin' my dick serviced by hot young faggot sissy
boys. You ever fucked one up the ass before?"
Andre felt his face grow warm and he looked off into the
distance, remaining silent as he could feel Wesley's eyes penetrating him.
Wesley laughed again. "Ain't shit to be ashamed of playa as
long as you all man, just handling yo' business. Them sissy boys love da
dick so much they be straight begging for it, worshipping da dick like no
female can do, ya know what I mean? You find you a nice young fresh faggot
boy, and that asshole be even tighter on yo' dick than real virgin pussy."
Andre looked back at him and nodded, a sheepish grin forming on
his face. "Yeah, I feel ya on that."
"So when's the last time you got some sissy boy ass?" The
trucker asked, remembering Andre's recollections to as the white boy blew
him off the other night.
Andre looked all around to make sure no one was listening to
their conversation, and his mind went back to the hot memories of his times
with Kevin, bringing a lustful smile to his face. Then he leaned in closer
to Wesley and proceeded to tell the trucker the story of how he and his
teenage nephew Keith had come across Kevin on the streets one night and
eventually had their way with him in the woods of a city park. Andre went
on to reveal the fact that he had put the homeless kid up for several
nights on Andre's sister's sofa and fucked him daily until he finally paid
the kid fifty bucks and they went their separate ways.
"I swear that kid was the best dick sucker on the planet!"
Andre exclaimed in a whisper as he concluded his X-rated tale. "And when I
tell you that his lil' ass felt like so much like a real chick's hot, wet,
tight, dick-milking pussy it almost made me loose my motherfucking mind!
It was like he was born to take dick...he knew how to do things to make a
nigga feel as good as shit! I swear that kid could swallow my damn dick
and start squeezing the shaft in his throat, like he was sucking and
milking my shit with his damn throat! Can you believe that shit yo?"
Staring into the sky, the fond memories brought a smile to Andre's face,
and a stirring in his loose-fitting orange jail pants
"That shit sounds off da chain playa," Wesley replied, his gut
instinct now more than ever sure that the only kid Andre could possibly be
describing was the trucker's own son. Wesley just had a few more questions
for Andre to answer before he could make a final confirmation. "What was
the sissy's name, and how old did you say he was?"
Andre was still staring into the sky and clutching his crotch
as his mind flashed back to his dick sinking into the kid's hungry throat.
"He told me he was fifteen, and he said his name was Kevin. Even though I
ain't into no niggas or no shit like that, I have to say lil' Kevin was a
cute sexy motherfucker...strong and masculine, but when you put da dick to
him, he was just like a hot freaky female, body all soft and warm."
That was enough for Wesley. Andre was most definitely speaking
of Wesley's son!
TO BE CONTINUED