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He picked up the lotion and then squeezed a glob of that shit in his hand. He took a good look at Corey's perfectly round brown booty and then slid his hand between the crack of his ass, smearing the lotion right inside Corey's tight opening. Corey couldn't believe he was about to let that nigga fuck him with that big ass dick. He had a hard enough time getting the motherfucking dick in his mouth, now he was going to try and take that shit in his ass? Corey tried to brace himself for it, but nothing could prepare him for the pain he felt when Damar rammed that dick up in him without warning. He just laid and waited, while Corey squirmed underneath him. Damar had Corey locked into position and there was nowhere he could go. Every time he tried to run, the more that dick pushed further up in him. When he stopped, it stopped. When he moved, it moved. They found a rhythm and suddenly the pain was gone. 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Looking in the mirror, he could've sworn his booty was sticking out a little more after all that dick. Suddenly, the sinking feeling came over him that he might be in deep trouble when they shipped him upstate. Something told him that he was going need all the practice he could get taking dick. Corey was five foot six, one hundred and forty-eight pounds, soft spoken, and babyfaced. He had a nice phat booty and just enough boxing skills to piss a motherfucker off and make him really whup his ass. Niggas in prison drooled over young niggas like him. The fact that he was a cool cat who knew how to keep to himself and stay out of people's business was a plus, but not quite enough. Sooner or later somebody was bound to try him up in there. And Corey knew it. Yeah, he was feeling niggas, but he also had a girlfriend and a sixteen month old baby boy at home. Homicide Detective Derrick Workman knew that there was no such thing as an open and shut case, but he really didn't like the way the Ronnie Lewis murder investigation played out. First of all, the suspects were butt ass naked in the middle of an orgy when they ran in on them. Butt naked in the middle of sex with weapons well out of reach, is actually an ideal way to bust in on suspects considered armed and dangerous, even if them niggas are freaking each other when you storm in on them. That's exactly what happened. Derrick bugged the fuck out on that shit and had a real hard time trying to hold it together when it was jumping off. Bernard Green had his big black dick deep up in the young boy Corey Brooks, who was at the same time sucking the third suspect, Tony Ridgeway's dick when they swarmed in. It was a good thing that he was wearing all of that equipment, otherwise everybody in the room would have seen how hard the detective's dick was. The shit looked like a scene from a porno movie and all three of them fools was fine as hell. Being a homicide detective for the City of Detroit, Derrick Workman saw fine ass thug niggas all the time, but never like that. The case was already pleaded and sentenced, but Detective Workman still couldn't let it go. Derrick could see that the young boy wasn't a thug, but he had seen many a soft nigga murder in cold blood too. There was evidence that proved Corey Brooks really didn't have shit to do with Ronnie Lewis' death, but since the boy refused to turn states on them other niggas' drug charges and his sorry ass public defender overlooked obvious factors that could have exonerated his client, Wayne County's homophobic District Attorney decided to let him, "rot in prison with his faggot ass buddies. Derrick couldn't see any logical reason why the boy kept his mouth shut facing all that time, so he figured he had to be Green or Ridgeway's lover or something. But in reality Corey Brooks just wasn't a snitch and didn't want to look like one either. That was a hell of a principle to stand on for twenty-five years to life, and Workman tried everything short of offering the little nigga some dick to get him to turn, but dude wouldn't budge. He could not get his mind off of young Mr. The kid turned eighteen just after he got busted and Detective Workman had a ball interrogating his ass, but he found out more about how much the little nigga loved dick than he did about the Lewis murder. Corey was peanut butter brown with cornrolls and sexy light pinkish brown medium sized lips. At five-six and about a buck fifty, he had one the nicest booties Derrick Workman had ever seen. When they caught Bernard Green in the act of fucking the boy, Derrick got a good look at that shit and couldn't believe how the young nigga was taking that dick. 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The guards behaved exactly the way he had been warned that they would. But when he set aside all the, "shut the fuck up's", "stupid nigga's" and "punk bitches" that seemed to be fixed staples of their vocabulary, he could see that they were not really mean, rude or cruel at all; simply efficient machines carrying out their duties. There were trustees that went down the rows delivering various items to the inmates' cells in the mornings. Whatever you wanted, you could get. From candy to crack, as long as you were willing and able to pay for it. Corey noticed the dude that worked the am shift and thought he was fine, though he never really got a good look at his face. It was the nigga's body was what caught his attention. He was about six feet tall and one hundred-eighty-five pounds with solid well-defined muscles. In the morning when dude made his rounds, Corey observed that there was rarely anyone else up. Just about all of the inmates spent the better part of the night talking, singing or just shooting the shit, so they were dead to the world at five-thirty, six o'clock in the morning. Dude noticed that Corey was up, and stopped and talked to him on his way by. As they conversated, Corey's eyes crept down to a bulge in the inmate's pants. It wasn't there because he was aroused; it was there because the nigga's dick was just that big and Corey wanted to see it. Dude said he had to go finish his rounds on the runway, and he would be back later. He didn't come back until the next morning, but they talked again when he did. The more they talked, the more the bulge in the nigga's pants seemed to grow and Corey peeped how he was moving up on the bars that were separating them, like he was trying to tell Corey something. Corey knew that making a move in prison was a very fucked up thing to do, but he was having a real hard time controlling himself. Luckily, the convict walked away saying that he'd be back. But that was only a temporary reprieve, because dude actually showed back up that time. Corey moved closer to the bars when the nigga came and talked to him about absolutely nothing. Dude stretched his back and arms seemingly out of boredom, but while he was stretching he moved up even closer to the bars and had his crotch almost coming through them. Corey wanted to try him so bad, but he was too scared. And it was obvious that the nigga's dick was hard. Corey couldn't resist, so the boy took his hand and began to stroke the bulge in dude's pants through the bars. He felt the length of the inmate's growing dick as he rubbed it and then worked to release it through his zipper. When it was free the dick stood fully erect, straight up about eight and a half inches, but it was thick as hell. Corey immediately bent down and started sucking that motherfucker through the bars. 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That nickname followed me everywhere. Right through high school and college and even now, in this dark alley with those handsome Homo-Thugs. All of a sudden, the fierce gangster wasn't so scary anymore but he was still dangerous. He looked me up and down. Yeah, he was checking me out. Inside, I felt like jumping up and down. I knew he wasn't gay. He told me that I looked good. Jose flat out told me he thought I was hot. Way to go pretty boy, you may be gay but you sure know how to make a female go wild with your words. I felt like kissing him. Jose asked me if I felt like doing something freaky. I looked at him and Antoine. Two handsome, potentially well-hung black men asking me to do something hot and freaky with them. I hadn't had any in a while. What do you think I said? Antoine stood there, leaning against the wall while Jose and I knelt before him. We began sucking on his cock and balls. Antoine had a big dick. 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Jose stood behind him, arms wrapped around Antoine's muscular torso and kissing his neck. Man, those two looked hot together. I looked at them. I wasn't going to tell anybody their little secret. Who would believe me anyway? Antoine's a tough motherfucker. He doesn't fear anybody, dude or bitch. Cops don't mess with him either. He's the man around here. He gets more pussy than most pimps. Who would believe that this man was bisexual? People would ask me what I've been smoking if I went around telling this shit. Antoine looked at me and said that he recognized me. My heart skipped a beat. For two reasons. The first one was that Antoine had always been the cute and dangerous bad boy all the females wanted to sleep with. All the dudes wanted to be like him too. To have him remember who I am, six years after high school was still a thrill enough to make my panties damp. I smiled. Jose laughed. He said that he could tell that watching two men doing stuff together turned me on. Antoine asked me if this was true. I nodded. At this point, why hide it? Yes, I'm a girl who likes watching man-to-man sex. It turns me on. Next question! The dude asked me if he scared me. I looked at him. He was a tall, sexy black man. He had a big gun. And that's probably not all that was big about him. But I wasn't going to let myself get pushed around. I'd rather get shot than disrespected. I'm a black woman, damn it! I looked at Antoine. What was he going to do next? He smiled and gestured for me to come to him. That nickname followed me everywhere. Right through high school and college and even now, in this dark alley with those handsome Homo-Thugs..

That pretty motherfucker seemed like it was made just for a nigga like Corey's mouth. And right then and there, he was hooked. Every day it became harder and harder to for Corey to keep his eyes off of the nigga Erotic bisexual thug stories his body.

To make it so bad, they hadn't said two words to each other the whole time he'd been there. Corey only Erotic bisexual thug stories dude's name article source Damar, because he heard other people calling him that. Yet Sexi mature woman still, Corey was convinced for some unexplainable reason, that he could have the motherfucker.

And against his better judgment, Corey broke down and wrote the nigga a note one day. A note that could have just as easily turned into a death warrant. Damar slept on the top bunk and Corey slept on the bottom; so he wrote, "Yo Damar, I know I shouldn't be writing this but I can't help it. I want to suck your dick. I won't say shit if you stand on the side of the bed with your dick in my face tonight Erotic bisexual thug stories lights out.

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Corey Erotic bisexual thug stories his eyes closed hoping to look like he was sleep. He heard Damar come in and laid still listening as Damar began his usual routine of brushing his teeth and then brushing his hair. Then he stole a peek while Damar doing his nightly one hundred push-ups.

After Damar was finished with his rituals he jumped up onto his bunk and let his feet dangle off of the side. Corey's heart sank. Then Damar hopped back out of bed. Corey peeked from under his sheet and saw Damar standing in his boxer shorts. When Damar turned around and moved toward the bed, Corey got a good look at his shit. Hanging down his leg, it was concealed in his boxers Erotic bisexual thug stories straining to be unleashed.

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Antoine began to finger my pussy and ass, thrusting his digits into both of my holes at the same time. I'd never done anything like that before and it seemed odd to me but after a while, it felt good. He asked me if I was ready for more. Next thing I knew, I felt something wet and slick on my ass, followed by something hard and stiff. My eyes widened. I knew what that meant! Antoine held my hips, and thrust his cock into my ass! To say that I was shocked would have been an understatement. I have never had anything as big as Antoine's dick inside of me before, and definitely not up my ass! I screamed. Antoine held me firmly into place and fucked me, plunging that big old dick of his deep into depths of mine that had never been touched before. At first, he went in hard and quick, then he began to slow down. I adjusted to this new pace of his. He thrust into me, swift and merciless. I now knew what Jose must have felt earlier. Damn, that stuff hurts! I felt like I was being split in half. Amazingly, as he continued to plow into me, the feeling of pain was replaced by a curious new feeling. I felt filled and it was not an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it felt wonderful. My fingers slipped inside my pussy, playing with my clit. As Antoine fucked me and Jose watched, I found my on button At almost the precise moment that it happened, I felt a wave, a rush as Antoine came inside me and screamed at the top of his lungs. My screams echoed with his. I had never felt anything like that before. I've made myself cum before but it's never been this quick or this easy. I had also felt a different kind of orgasm when Antoine came inside me. It was new, disturbing and felt very, very good. When he pulled out of me, I suddenly felt empty. I didn't want this to end. Later, Antoine and Jose went their own way. On Sat night. I walked into my high school gym. I was wearing baggy cargo pants, and a long black T-shirt. I scanned the room. Everyone looked the same. And if he didn't know any better, Corey really would have thought Detective Workman wanted to fuck him. He actually considered trying to give him some to get out of the shit, but the truth was that Corey didn't know anything about the two-point-five keys of dope or the twelve pounds of weed that they found in the room. He knew that the bags were in the room but he didn't know what was in them, and he damn sure didn't know about the dead nigga Ronnie Lewis, that homicide accused him of conspiring to kill. And yet, Corey Brooks was sitting in prison trying to recover from the physical affects being raped the week before by a nigga named Joe. The same nigga that popped up dead a few days later and who's crew was about to come after Corey for it. Corey knew that Bernard Green was a crip just like them niggas, and hoped for his protection. And even though he couldn't stand the motherfucker, Corey still wondered if he wanted some more of that dick. Those mixed feelings had him fucked up. As soon as Bernard got to the unit he got with the crew that wanted to do Corey. Ronnie Lewis was a high ranked blood, and his murder gave Bernard a little status with them crip niggas. After days of waiting for something to happen, Corey was shocked when Bernard showed up at his cell with his shit, moving in. Dude didn't even get in the cell good before he pressed up on Corey. He said, "You know I wasn't finished wit dat ass, right? There was so much he wanted to say to the motherfucker, that he didn't know where to start. Bernard saw Corey's black eye and shit, and asked what happened to him, even though he already knew the answer. You got me fucked up in this shit. I got raped cause I'm in prison and I'm in prison because of you. Bernard already knew Corey had gotten raped and that everybody thought Corey killed the nigga that did it. When he found out that dude's crew was going to kill Corey, he stopped them by paying blood money for the nigga's death. He also paid for the right to make Corey his bitch and paid staff to put him in Corey's cell, all of which in fact saved the little nigga's life. Bernard spent a lot of money trying to do the right thing and repay Corey for his loyalty, when he could have said, "Fuck him. Corey didn't return to his cell until lock down at eleven o'clock. When he got back he noticed that Bernard must've put a bunch of commissary shit on his bunk and Bernard was sound asleep. He put the stuff away and laid down, but he couldn't sleep so he got back up. I got you. Ain't nobody gonna fuck wit you no more. I don't need shit from you. That got Bernard up. He knew Corey was right, but he wasn't trying to be hearing that shit everyday for the rest of the time that they were in that cell together, so he stepped over to Corey and kissed him to shut his ass up. And as much as he wanted not to, Corey kissed him back. I can't change that," Bernard said after he got Corey's attention with the kiss, "but on the real Corey, I'm tryin' to make it a little easier for you. I don't want no bitch, I don't need no bitch. I want a nigga, and I was hopin' that would be you. Bernard's lips played with Corey's and he felt Bernard's warm breath and tongue enter his mouth. Bernard kissed him like he really gave a fuck about him. His tenderness was genuine and Corey let himself get caught up in the moment. Corey caught a flash-back of that big motherfucker tearing his booty wide open and he wanted some more of that dick. Corey came out of his clothes and Bernard focused his attention on his nice phat ass. He pressed up on Corey and kissed him again, grabbing his butt cheeks with both hands and squeezing them. He started sucking the little nigga's neck and that shit sent chills all through Corey's body. It felt so good to Corey that he pulled Bernard over to his bunk and eased down on it with him. Bernard alternated his tongue from side to side licking and sucking on Corey's neck. He was making love to the nigga in their prison cell as his mouth traveled all up and down Corey's body. Corey moaned little ecstatic sighs of pleasure when the nigga's lips and tongue caressed his inner thighs searching for his bootyhole. Bernard raised Corey's legs up in front of him until Corey's knees were at his head and Bernard could see his pretty brown bootyhole. He licked it and it puckered like it was winking at him. Then he buried his mouth in that motherfucker and Corey went crazy. Bernard came up and smacked that ass one good time before he got up and grabbed some vaseline. His dick was hard as hell when he placed Corey's legs on his shoulders and began to slide that big black greasy motherfucker up into Corey's hungry ass. Corey was so ready for the dick that he didn't feel much pain when that thick long pipe stretched his opening wide and worked its way deep up in him. Bernard's tongue and lips caressed Corey's neck, and helped to dissolve what little pain Corey felt. When he got to the bottom of the young nigga's guts, Bernard started pumping in and out that shit, nice and slow. Dicking him down. He watched his dick slide in and out that beautiful light brown booty and it felt like it was massaging his dick with every thrust. Corey loved that good dick. He started to jack his shit to Bernard's rhythm while the temple slowly increased and that dick slammed up in him over and over. That shit was getting good to both them niggas, but neither one of them was ready to bust. So Bernard rolled all the way back with his shit still deep up in the nigga, until Corey was on top riding Bernard's dick and jacking off in Bernard's face. That's when Corey went buck wild. 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I'll make it feel good to you baby, but I Erotic bisexual thug stories need to fuck you. Damar eased off of Corey and turned him over on his stomach. He picked up the lotion and then squeezed a glob of that shit in his hand. He took a good look at Corey's perfectly round brown booty and then slid his hand between the crack of his ass, smearing the lotion right inside Corey's tight opening. Corey couldn't believe he was about to let that nigga fuck him with that big ass dick.

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Corey tried to brace himself for it, but nothing could prepare him for the pain he felt when Damar rammed that dick up in him without warning. He just laid and waited, while Corey squirmed underneath him.

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It was a good thing that he was wearing all of that equipment, otherwise everybody in the room would have seen how hard the detective's dick was. The shit looked like a scene from a porno movie and Erotic bisexual thug stories three of them fools was fine as hell. Being a homicide detective for the City of Erotic bisexual thug stories, Derrick Workman saw fine ass thug niggas all the time, but never like that. The case was already pleaded and sentenced, but Detective Workman still couldn't let it go.

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Corey was Erotic bisexual thug stories butter brown with cornrolls and sexy light pinkish brown medium sized lips. At five-six and about a buck fifty, he had one the nicest booties Derrick Workman had ever seen.

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The half embrace had never been so innocent that he wasn't thinking of everything that could come of it. We can keep warm. He was starting to feel a real reason to be pissed now, and pulled his bandanna up over his face with his spare hand. He took his arm back from Cedric's hard, lanky shoulders to tie it a little tighter, but the sensation in the pit of his gut, and the warm, pleasant feelings in his groin made sure it was only a brief moment away. Nice and obvious, too. Cutting straight to what he wanted. Cedric looked over at him, dark eyes questioning. He started to harden a little more as he imagined them down around him. That's all that mattered about now, it's all he could think of, banishing the cold. They always looked so soft and warm, even with that weathered face, pleasant enough, but nicked with a few light scars. The thought's drained away as the excitement wanned. Fuckin' with you. Being cold or being frustrated, Keyaron wondered. He pulled Cedric hard to him, feeling a bit of fight back in return. He smiled under his bandanna, playing it all off like a joke. Like some sort of game between friends, even though the whole point had been lost. He wondered if Cedric could see how hard he was getting, as he glanced down with interest at Cedric's own jeans. He couldn't see anything as obvious as his own. Keyaron pulled Cedric in tight again, and rough housed him with a hand to the stomach. He liked the feeling of his boy pushing back, twisting under his arm, almost as much as the feeling of his hard stomach, under thin layers of clothes. He was atune enough to know when Cedric was getting more mad, and eased up, feeling how his dick was buzzing, leaned over languid and fat in his jeans. He wasn't sure if he meant about being so physical, or the whole getting them kicked out of the club thing. Where ever the rest of their fam was for them right now, while they froze under a bridge. This was gang shit, even if it was getting through in a way back to sex. It was just like talking to all them bitches, but you had to do it different to get through to a guy. And you there for me. Keyaron kept his eyes on his boy, watching that downcast gaze for signs. In his mind, he could almost taste how good it would feel. Last time had come like this as well. It would have to do again. Keyaron smiled, but it was lost behind the bandanna, rather than the open invitation that it would have been. The same inviting smile he used with the girls. The words kept going over and over in Keyaron's mind, even when all the hints and the physical closeness didn't carry it. They hung poised on his lips, just needing that last push to get them free. Gang hard. His heart thumped in anticipation, and for some reason embarrisement flushed his dark features, but his chubby arrousal hadn't slackened in the least. 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His medium brown dick was the same color as his skin, dripping pre-nut and eagerly anticipating the wet warmth of Tyshawn's mouth. When the grey-eyed hustler got down on his knees and took the detective's big brown dick in his mouth, he sucked gently and moved soothingly up and down the shaft of his shit like a pro. The shit was feeling good to both them niggas as Tyshawn picked up the pace and started jacking the dick at the same time that he was sucking it. After about fifteen minutes of that shit, Derrick was ready to tap that ass. He stopped and undressed, neatly folding his clothes and placing them in a chair. Tyshawn watched the naked policeman take his weapon into his closet, dick bouncing around rock hard. When he returned to the room, Tyshawn was already on the bed laying on his stomach. Derrick saw that exquisite booty and bum rushed his tongue between the crack of that motherfucker, eating it like it was his last meal. 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He was still horny as hell and I wanted to feel that big dick of his up close and personal. We went to a nearby bench to do the deed. Jose unzipped his pants and got on all fours on the bench. Antoine put on a condom and positioned himself behind him. He spread Jose's sexy-looking ass cheeks wide open and pressed his dick against the other man's back door. I stood with my back resting against a tree, watching them. My hands were in my panties, fingering my pussy as I watched the two of them go at it. I've seen men doing it with other men in porn movies before and it's intense but watching two hunky black men going at it on a park bench at night in Roxbury was definitely the hottest and most intensely erotic thing I've ever seen. Antoine was swearing like a sailor as he took Jose. Jose took it like a champ. Not a single scream from him as Antoine invaded him like the British Army once did India. I got closer to better see what was going on. 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