This particular night was all about my boy’s older brother. D’marcus. He had been gone for a bit. Something of a hero on the block. He had handled some rivalry shit and that’s what got him sent up. I had been pretty young when it happened and hasn’t really made my place in the community yet, so he didn’t really know me.
At one point during the night I was heading down the hall to use the toilet and he was there. Blocking my way. He was huge. I remember him asking about who’s punk I was. I realized he thought I was one of the white punk bitches who has got a taste for black dick inside and followed someone home.
I let him know I wasn’t some fag and that I rolled with his little brothers crew and that he needed to check himself. That he should ask about who the fuck I was. He laughed and said alright, little man, damn. But when we passed each other, he grabbed me up from behind and I could feel his cock pressing against me. He whispered that if I ever changed my mind that he wanted first.
I remember locking the bathroom and sitting on the toilet. I remember being scared. I remember that I left as soon as I could. I remember that I must have made myself cum a million times that night thinking about D’Marcus forcing his huge black cock up inside of me. It was also the first time I ever put anything in my ass.