City Barbershop Dreams, Vol. 2: A Collection of Fine Gay Erotic Stories by Randall Eisenhorn & Oliver Kramden & Curtis Kingsmith & Ethan Scarsdale

Author:Randall Eisenhorn & Oliver Kramden & Curtis Kingsmith & Ethan Scarsdale [Eisenhorn, Randall & Kramden, Oliver & Kingsmith, Curtis & Scarsdale, Ethan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction, Erotica, African American, United States, Genre Fiction, Gay
Amazon: B00FAQVOIQ
Published: 2013-09-17T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

Butter Bread

We used to play this game called Butter Bread. The older cons said it was originally something the guards came up with, that they used it as a punishment and made the men do it. Somewhere along the line, the inmates took it over and made it they own. So me and Runner come along and we ain't have no choice about playing it that first time.

(Dad, can we not fucking talk about this? You told me this exact story when I got locked up for a month when I was nineteen. It's fucking disgusting and nobody wants to hear it.)

Runner and I played it our first day, which was the tradition in those days. Probably won't be the same when you get locked up, but that's how we did it. Whenever a new kettle of fresh fish came in, the oldest cons would line everyone up in a giant circle and put one piece of bread in the middle.

(If you gotta tell this faggy-ass story, Dad, can you two at least put your fucking clothes on and tell your bitch to shower off? It smells like a fucking floozy hut in here.)

Yo' nephew is still hard, so we ain't done yet. He got swollen balls, need to get drained a couple more times. Ain't you been giving him bitches? Nevermind, come here and do a Sweat Canal for yo' Paps. You gotta really lather that lube in there, like this.

Anyway, we was in a cell block for colored folk and white men that was too mean or stupid or evil for one of the white men cells. So it was black dick as far as the eye could see and I thought I couldn't get it up that first day. That woulda been a disaster, see, in Butter Bread, everyone cums on one piece of bread and whoever cums last gotta eat it. I wasn't used to it, to seeing all that man flesh so close I could feel they sweat and taste they cum in the air.

(Wendell, your dick is touching your granddaddy's cum. Stop this-)

Quit bossin' yo' nephew around. He a grown man, and he preparing for what we all know gonna happen sooner or later. He gonna be ready whether you like it or not. 'Sides, that faggot love getting his back fucked.

Now that first day I just barely made it -- I thought of this white bitch I fucked one time, not a prison bitch, a female I knew on the outside. I was the second to last to cum, and that bread was so soggy it was like a chunky puddle of cum. I almost lost my boner when I got close to it, but I could tell that other man was close. He choked that shit down on his hands and knees, one of them white boys, a guido who prolly wore his hair slicked back with grease and a leather jacket on the outside, he was the one who lost a lot when I first got there.