Go to party

>go to party
>get drunk
>pass out
>wake up
>see this

what u gon do bout it

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give a blowjob

Run out to a better part of town

Get my hole smashed and bred

I submit, master

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Leave the basketball court

Fuck me!

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Jesus, I'd fuck that ass

Put it in my mouth and my butt :)

Are they used to have bbc in them?

Yes lol... but I have a gf now so it's been awhile

penis pendulum

id suck that cock dry.

seriously that would be a dream come true.

"Try to stay out of trouble!" the officer said with a smack of my bare ass.
I jumped as he did it, his hand barely touching my cheeks with the bars of the jail cell between us. As soon as he had thrown me in I had pressed back against the bars, trying to keep a distance between me and the several other figures I could barely see in the shadows. I looked between each of them, trying to make out which one was human and which one was just some object with a near-human shape in the shadows. In the very far corner, I saw one of them move, and a bright set of white teeth appeared in the darkness.
"Why he naked?"
Suddenly, the cell was filled with howls of laughter. I had my hands covering my johnson, but I still felt far too exposed to these older men. I was only thirteen, why on earth would the officer leave me alone in a jail cell filled with older men? He had caught me skinny dipping with several of my friends, but everyone else had run away when the police car showed up. Despite my clothes being readily available, the officer just smiled and cuffed me. No matter how hard I protested, he told me it was only my own fault for breaking the law in such a way, before putting me into the back of his car.
On the drive over, the big burly black officer had felt rather comforting. He told me that I wasn't really being arrested, but that I would have to wait down at the station for my father to come pick me up. I was on the verge of crying, but he calmed me down easily, promising that he was going to take good care of me, with a handsome smile as he looked at me in the back seat. For some reason, that smile had begun to make my johnson stir, but I was unable to cover myself up with my hands cuffed behind me.

This only made the black officer smile more, a smile very similar to all the ones in this jail cell with me. Now that my eyes were adjusting, I could see that I was surrounded by several other black men. There were two beds, one on either side of the cell, and each one had two or three men sitting on it. To my right were three young men, with the youngest being barely over 18, and the other two next to him being in their early 20s. On the other one were two much older men, one very muscular and the other with a big bulging belly without a shirt on.
Between them was a sight that horrified me. The cell had its toilet, and sitting upon it was the biggest black man I had ever seen... but he was buck naked! His penis hung just as freely as mine did, but due to its enormous size, it hung much lower. Unlike myself, he didn't bother to cover himself. For a second I thought he might be relieving his bowels, but he wasn't. He was just sitting there, buck naked, on the toilet, reading a newspaper that my presence had caused him to finally look up from.
They howled with laughter again, amused by my shock at the big naked black man who couldn't be any younger than 60 or so. I turned around quickly, calling for the officer to return. Surely there was a mistake. I wasn't a criminal like these men, and there were plenty of empty cells that I could see from where I was. He must have accidentally placed me in this one when I should have been given my own.
"At least he has a nice ass!" One of the older ones said from the bed.
I spun around fast, nervous, covering my johnson again and pressing my buttocks against the prison bars. This time instead of pressing my cheeks between two of them, one of them got pressed between my cheeks. I let out a surprised gasp as I did this, and the look on my face must have told the men in the room exactly what had just happened because it only made them laugh harder.

The metal bar felt cold pressed up against my smooth hole, but my face burned red from the embarrassment of the situation. What on Earth was I going to do? I had given the officer my father's number, but he rarely answered it during the workday. I could be stuck here for hours...
"C'mon guys were making him blush," one of the younger guys, around the age of 24 with a black beanie said, "We aint gonna hurt you, come on over."
The man in the beanie scooted over, patting the barely open spot between him and the 18-year-old in blue shorts and a tank top. They all looked at me expectantly. Their smiles felt suspicious to me. These were strangers, strangers who had been arrested no less! My father would expect me to keep my distance from such men. Instead, I nervously pushed my self even further back, wrapping my buttocks even further around one of the metal bars that prevented my escape.
I could see this made the men angry. Their hyena howls and toothy grins were quickly replaced with mean looks. I thought they were all going to yell at me until the old man on the toilet suddenly stood up, his newspaper rolled into a bit of a weapon.
"You aint racist, are you boy?" he shouted at me from across his cell. I could hardly bring myself to answer. He was impressive, he had to be 6 feet tall with 6 inches on top of that. Even from across the room anyone could see how he towered over me by almost foot and a half, being just a young boy of 5 feet and two inches.
"N-no..." I said nervously.

Everything about this man was the opposite of me. Where I was pale, he was his darkest, where I was smooth, he was unbelievably hairy, and where I was small, he was huge... especially when it came to our penises. While hard, my member had to be only 3 inches and unreasonably skinny. My friends had all laughed when they saw me erect in the locker rooms this year. One of the more friendly guys had insisted it was fine, that mine would grow to be big like everyone else's... but this old man seemed to never stop growing! his cock hung all the way down to his knee!
"Then stop being rude, and take the damn seat!" he yelled again, stepping forward threatening with his newspaper in hand.
The other men laughed as I took my seat between the beanie and the blue shorts, doing my best to cover both my penis and my buttocks as I crossed the room. The cell was filled with soft laughter again as I did this.
"See?" the man with the beanie asked, "We aint so bad, are we?"
He placed a hand on my back, feigning an act of comfort as he asked me this, but it felt suspiciously too low and suspiciously too soft as it danced across my skin, up and down.
"What's your name, white boy?" blue shorts asked, draping his own arm across my shoulders, his hand hanging just barely over my right nipple.
"Noel..." I answered, meekly.

"That the whitest fucking name," the man at the end of the bed chimed in, causing another round of laughter from the group. He was shirtless, very, very muscular, and with an intimidating face tattoo. While the others laughed, he simply stared at me, almost angrily. I was afraid to look away but afraid to keep looking too.
I used my spare hand to reach for the sheet of the bed and tried to pull it up over my johnson, but blue shorts quickly pulled it back away.
"What you trying to hide?" he asked.
At the same time, the man in the beanie grabbed my arm and pulled it away as well.
"You came in with nothin on, why you tryin to hide it now?"
This was met with another round of laughter. I did my best to move my hands to cover myself, but beanie and blue shorts both pulled them away, exposing my cock for the rest of the cell to see. Even the man on the toilet looked up from his paper to give it a look. While the others laugh, he simply nodded... was he... impressed?
It was as hairless as the rest of me, as smooth as the day I was born, and only 1/20th the size of his, but something about it seemed to earn his interest.
"You pretty girlie you know?" beanie said, running his hand over my chest, "You look like you got tiny titties."
He teased my nipple as he said this, getting a pant from me. I pulled my hands up to cover my chest, but blue shorts was quick to pull them away. The area around my nipples had swollen a bit recently, but my father said that it was a normal part of puberty. Blue shorts reached his hand up to play with my other nipple as well.

"This just a giant clit!" beanie continued, reaching down from my nipple to flick my fully erect dick.
That brought on another round of laughter from the men, and I felt myself blushing even more deeply.
"Oh! He like that!" the fat man said from across the room.
This encouraged beanie to keep flicking my dick. It hurt a little, but it also sent tingles spiraling out from the head and across my whole body, tingles that reached all the way to my nipples as blue shorts continued to tease them. I looked across the room, from the men next to me, to the man on the toilet, and to the older men on the bed across from ours. The fat shirtless man had his hand in his own pants now and was rubbing his dick.
I finally turned my attention to the man with the face tattoo at the very end of our bed, the only one who had never laughed, who had never smiled. He seemed to be in the exact same position I saw him in before, but his eyes burned with even more anger as I stared into them while the other two played with my body.
"Y'all niggas gay," he said point blankly, with a yell that seemed to be his natural speaking voice.
The others laughed at this, and I closed my eyes with embarrassment and shame as they continued to play with my body.

"Niggas aint gay," one of the older men said.
"If it white, it aight," blue beanie said from right next to me.
"He so pretty it don't matter," the man on the toilet chimed in.
As they played with my body and talked about its feminine qualities, I felt myself begin to tear up.
"Oh look, you niggas made him cry," I heard from the toilet.
"He a real fag," face tattoo threw in, but beanie and blue shorts continued to play with my body.
"Coome heeere," I heard from across the room with an annoyed tone. It was the same tone my father used any time I had cried, but it didn't come from my father. I opened my eyes to see the fat man with no shirt gesturing for me to come over to him.
"What?" I asked between sobs.
"Get the hell over here, white boy!"
He gestured again. He didn't seem threatening, even with the slight anger in his voice. Again, it felt like when my father was annoyed by my crying but still intended to comfort me. I rose to my feet, feeling beanie and blue short's hands slide from off of me as I made my way across the cell. The man on the toilet leaned forward just enough to swat my ass with his newspaper as I passed, quickening my pace to the other bed.

I tried to figure out where I Was supposed to sit as I rubbed the tears from my eyes, but despite there being one less man on the bed there was certainly less room. Both the muscular and the fat older man were spreading with their legs as wide apart as possible... almost as if they didn't want me to have a place to sit.
"Here you go..." the fat one said, grabbing me by the wrist and lowering me to sit on his knee. My ass hung off the other side, exposed for the muscular man to see but I no longer felt too selfconscious about it. My puffy and pointy nipples felt overstimulated, and I crossed my arms over them instead as I tried to pull my tears back.
The other black men let out a few giggles as I did this.
"How old are you, white boy?" the fat man asked, his hand finding its place at my lower back, sending tingles emanating from my waist and down my butt cheeks.
"Th-thirteen sir," I answered.
"Sir?" the fat man asked with a grin. The others laughed. "I like that! Thirteen, boy? Don't you think you're too old to be crying like a little girl?"
This made another stream of tears start to fall from my eyes.
"Now, now, don't give me any of that," the fat man chided as he raised his spare hand to wipe my tears before returning it to my thigh, "I think we need to teach you a lesson about being a man. Would you like that? You want to learn how to be a man from some real niggas?"

I sniffled as I tried to understand what he could mean. I certainly wasn't acting like a boy of thirteen, I was barely acting like a boy at all. But what would these men be able to teach me about being a man? I looked around the room, at all the smiling faces. Almost every man had their hands just below their crotch region now. I couldn't understand why at first, but then it hit me when I saw the naked man on the toilet reaching extra low to squeeze the head of his unit... their dicks were so low that their hands wouldn't cover their actual crotch if they were rubbing them.
"Well, you've clearly been bad today if you're locked in here with us..." the fat man said, drawing my attention away from the men fondling their massive penises. "We're bad men too, but we don't want you to end up like us. But this place is a punishment for grown-ass men, and right now you're acting like a little boy, so we should punish you like a little boy."
I didn't like the sound of that. It wasn't like accepting that sort of punishment from these strangers was going to get me out of this jail cell any sooner. And what kind of punishment did he have in mind for me exactly?
"Now you seem like a really nice little boy," the fat man said, his hand getting further and further up my thigh, his other getting further and further down my ass, "But even nice boys can be bad sometimes, and you gotta accept your punishment... okay?"

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I felt the tension rise in the room as everyone waited for an answer. Even the scary man with the face tattoo was grabbing at his crotch now. I didn't know what else to do at this point. If I said no it wasn't like I had anywhere else to go... and how bad can a punishment for a boy really be compared to a punishment for a man? And so, I nodded nervously.
"Good boy," the fat man said, ruffling my hair and then reaching over to give me a fatherly kiss on the forehead. It was something my own father had done before when I had consented to... a spanking?
I felt his hands on my back pushing me forward, bending me over his other knee. His hands quickly grabbed me by my leg and positioned them over both of his legs for better stability. My ass was now exposed for the entire room to see, and from what I could tell they were all look at it. I flinched as I felt his hand touch my ass, but he hadn't smacked it yet. Instead, he was only fondling it, squeezing at it with both of his hands.
"Wow, take a look at this thing!" he said, spreading my cheeks so that the cold air touched my exposed hole. I gasped as it did, as the black men all laughed at my pink little pucker. "It's so pretty, you really are like a girl."
Every time one of his hands let go of my cheek I expected it to come swiftly back down with a hard smack, but they were actually rather light. There was a quick stinging sensation with each swat, but they were overpowered by the pleasure I felt when he would squeeze one of my cheeks afterward, pulling it in this direction and that as he played with it. Eventually, the spanks stopped entirely, and he just spent his time pulling my cheeks this way and that as his fingers got dangerously closer to my exposed hole.

I moaned like the little boy I was as he controlled my body, each pinch and smack and squeeze filling me with extasy. I had never felt anything like this before. Occasionally when cuddled up with my father at a very young age he would rub his fingers into my head or even my back, but that didn't even begin to approach the waves of pleasure I felt as this black man fondled my ass.
Soon, his two hands were joined by a third one, one that simply rubbed at my hole before making its way down to fondle my tiny balls. I gasped again as I felt them being touched, and electric tingles shot out from them and around my body. The black men were all laughing, but the sound of their laughs was getting closer and closer. Soon I felt four hands on my ass, then five. There was no longer any room on my bare bum, but more hands seemed to push themselves in, each squeezing and groping and pushing the other hands to find different parts of my body to explore.
The fat man leaned back on to the bed and laid me down on top of him, my head resting on his chest. This tiny cot now had him, the more muscular old man, blue shorts AND beanie. They raced their hands across my body, trying to explore every inch of it before anyone else did, squeezing and pulling in ways that made my entire body feel like it was blushing. Laying face down on the fat man, I must have looked like a pale little girl in contrast to these ruggedly black bodies that explored every inch of me.

"You niggas really are gay..." I heard the scary man with the face tattoo mutter under his breath. I turned my head to see him, the same angry stare that he had before. But this time he was openly masturbating his penis that he had slipped out of his jeans. The thing was huge! But fully hard, it was still not nearly as big as the old man on the toilet was when he was soft.
I turned my head to get a better look at him, but both blue shorts and beanie had blocked my view. When I turned my head towards them, beanie reached out to start caressing my face, letting his thumb slide over my soft lips. Every light touch made my penis twitch with pleasure. I didn't get to experience this too long before the fat man reached for my chin to turn my attention back to him. Our faces were maybe two inches apart as he looked down at me with a look of pride on his face. Despite our obvious differences, he really did look at me like I was his son.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"You took your punishment like a man, I'm real proud of you."
We stared at each other for a moment like this. I could feel his penis had snaked its way out of his sweat pants and was standing at attention between my thighs, right up against my ass. When I squeezed my legs together I could feel that the head of his unit stretched far beyond their reach. Just how big was this guy?

He laughed lightly as he saw the question stretch across my face, and slowly leaned his head forward so that our lips touched. It wasn't quite like a fatherly kiss, it was far too long and gave me funny sensations in my belly as the hands continued to find new places to grope. It wasn't quite like a romantic kiss I had seen in a movie either. There was no tongue... at least at first. My thoughts on the situation quickly changed as he pulled his lips away from mine, and then slowly stuck his tongue out to slide over my lips in a repeating pattern.
I began to shake as he did this, my tiny penis twitching against his navel as he did so. This brought on another laugh as it did so. I could smell the familiar scent of beer on his breath. It was gross, yet somehow it only made my member press harder against him.
Suddenly, all of this pleasure was interrupted by a sharp pain. I let out a yelp as I felt a wet finger suddenly pressing into my anus, but the fat man quickly pushed his lips against mine to stop me from screaming. It was unnecessary, however, for as soon as the pain shot through me it quickly faded. Instead, I began to feel a sense of pleasure.
"This kid takes it like a pro!" I heard one of them saying from behind me.
"Yeah, he'll be able to take dick, no problem," another chimed in.
This is where I started to feel panic. All of the pleasure was still there, but I began to bury it beneath my struggle to get out of this situation. I began to squirm my way out of the fat man's embrace, trying to get the finger out of my as - however pleasurable it might be - and tried to call for some help.
"No, please, I... Officer? OFFICER?"

But my cries fell on deaf ears. As I squirmed around all I ended up achieving was ending up on my back with my legs in the air. The fat man tightened his grip around me with one arm, applying barely any force to keep me in place. His other hand came up to my mouth, leaving enough room to breathe and talk, but ready to clamp down if I tried to make trouble again.
"He's ready!" the fat man said from beneath me.
I could feel the dick of a fully naked man rubbing against my hole, fully naked that is except for his black beanie. I could feel the very long and very hard dick of the fat man getting in the way, as beanie tried to work his way around it.
"Yo, your cock is cockblocking me!"
This lead to another round of hyena laughs from the men, as beanie finally pushed it out of the way and began to sink his cock into me.
"No no no no no no no no noo uhhhhhhhh" I let out as his dick pushed its way into me. Like with the finger there was a quick shot of pain, but it was quickly replaced by a pleasurable sensation. The deeper he got the more pleasurable it felt, with every ring of my insides wrapping around him and moving in pleasurable opposition to his massive unit.
I'm not sure how long he had me in this position. Time felt meaningless when every thurst brought me to the brink of pleasure. Every push was slow and felt like it would be the end of me, the end of this pleasure. I kept thinking I couldn't last any longer, but hundreds of strokes later I was still alive, and still ready for more.

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