Nice Butt

By Jamie Anderson (Of Blessed Memory)

Published on Apr 17, 2003

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Anyone who is unaware that this story, like others in here, contain scenes involving sex between males, really hasn't been paying attention.

A Nice Butt

I suppose that all you butt lovers out there think that it must be fantastic to have a nice butt. Well, let me tell you, it does have some drawbacks. For a start, from childhood everyone wants to fondle it, and when I say everyone I mean it, including the fat and ugly ones. Second, if you are going to have a perfect butt, you just gotta be black, and that has a whole lot of disadvantages all on its own. Somehow I had just managed to bring both drawbacks into play at the same time.

The trial had been a chaotic shambles from the start. My court appointed attorney was a spineless wanker who was afraid to raise objections and, as a result, I was now entering prison. The fat ugly guard had told me to strip and there was a bright orange prison coverall lying on the table. He and his mate unashamedly watched me undress.

At this point I suppose that I should tell you a bit more about myself. My folks came from St Lucia, an island in the Caribbean. I was born shortly after they migrated to the UK. I had a normal childhood, as normal a childhood can be, for a gay kid who is black. I stopped growing at about five foot four.

I trained as an Industrial Psychologist. For those of you who don't know what that is; I'm the guy who trains managers to use all the little psychological tricks in order to get the workers to do things their way. Fortunately most managers are too fucking thick to understand them, never mind use them. However the job has trained me to evaluate people and read body language. I can do this so well that I have spooked some guys into believing I can read their minds. Currently the two guards were getting their jollies from forcing me to strip before their eyes. Just to be nasty I simply undressed without showing them any embarrassment.

"Well, well, looky what we got here. He's sure got a nice butt, don't he?" commented the fat one's mate.

"Yep," said Chubbles, running his hand over my buns.

"Keep your fucking hands off!" I yelled, knocking his hand aside.

"My, my! Attacking a guard, now you're really in deep shit, boy," said fatso's mate.

"How long's it been since Bo's had a playmate?" inquired fatty.

"Oh, about a month. He went kinda crazy with the last one."

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked.

"Watch your mouth, boy. You see, good ol' Bo is a rapist; he grabbed a 15-year-old girl and holed up in a shack in the woods with her. It took them 3 days to find her and we have to keep Bo apart from the rest of the inmates or they'd kill him. But occasionally we send him any uppity prisoners to keep him company and he teaches them a bit of respect," said the fat one.

"You are going to lock me up with a convicted rapist? Is this legal?"

"Oh, you can go and see the Warden, if you like. I'll warn you, though. He makes Judge Niles look like a nigger lover."

Judge Niles, whose court I was tried in, would have looked perfect in a white sheet and a pointed hood with eye-holes cut in it. I switched my body language from defiant to total defeat and reached for the orange suit.

"You won't need that. Bo would tear it into strips and tie you up with them."

During the walk through the prison, naked, I discovered that my butt was in great demand. This information was conveyed in a manner that could in no way be described as Politically Correct. 'Will ya look at the butt on that nigger!' was about the least offensive thing that was said. We came to a corridor with heavy doors on either side.

Fatty opened one of the doors, waved me inside, patted my butt and shouted, "Hey Bo, get your ass outa the shower and meet your new playmate. He's got a bad attitude and you've got a week to sort him out."

With that the door slammed behind me and the lock turned. I took in my surroundings. The room was square with a raised portion taking up one side. This appeared to be a bed and had a paper mattress and paper blanket on it.

At one end of the bed was a shelf that doubled as a table; under it lay a small foot locker. On the wall opposite was a toilet bowl, a wash basin without a plug, and shower surrounded by a thin plastic curtain. There were no windows, just a small grill in the ceiling right next to a flush fitting light. No way to escape, not even by suicide. Above the basin there was a knob that dispensed soap and a slot with a length of paper towel sticking out of it.

The shower was turned off; a hand came out and grabbed a length of towel which disappeared into the shower. From a loudspeaker in the ceiling, Country and Western music wailed. Apparently this was a radio, two knobs protruded from the wall above the bed, one for tuning, and the other for volume. Presently the curtain was pulled aside to reveal Bo.

He would be about 30, a good bit over 6 feet. I was instantly reminded of the description that I once heard of a brontosaurus - legs like tree trunks and a brain the size of a golf ball. To be honest he had a surprisingly muscular body - later I discovered he worked out every day - but a face that only a mother could love. He grinned at me and revealed several gaps in his teeth. He was quite hairy and as he dried himself I checked him out. He had a nice ass, for a white guy that is, all muscular and hairy, then I got a look at his package. Now, cocks come in two basic types. The first of these is the one that starts out small and gets a lot bigger when it gets erect. The second is the one that looks quite big limp and doesn't really improve in size as it hardens.

Bo looked big! He maintained his toothy grin as his manhood slowly began to fill out. The end of his cock had been dangling below his balls and as it lengthened the foreskin began to retract revealing the head of it. Before it began to rise it was almost halfway to his knees; shit Bo had a type one cock! Slowly it rose and soon the piss slit gaped obscenely wide and was pointing at me.

"Wanna fight me and get buttfucked, or are ya just gonna let me buttfuck ya?"

Now I am really into playing the submissive guy and I do like to be dominated. But, that had been role-playing and I doubted very much that Bo could even grasp the concept of role-playing. This time it was for real and I was quite sure he thought that I was straight. Like it or not, I was going to have to play without any safe words.

"You'll never get that thing in me, you'd rip my ass open," I whined, getting into my part.

"Nah, they give me some grease," he said, "Ya been buttfucked?"

"No," I lied, with a whimper.

"Ya talk funny, fur a nigger."

"I'm British."

"They have niggers over there too?" he said, motioning me to turn round.

Like a lot of Americans, Bo sounded a bit parochial, but I nodded and did as I was told.

"Nice butt," he said, grabbing my buns.

This time I did nothing when my buns were caressed, but I did wince a bit as he pushed his middle finger through my ring. This, I discovered, was his idea of foreplay.

"Too tight," he said, pulling out and reaching under the shelf.

There he pulled a tube of lubricant from the foot locker. He motioned me to get on the bed. I did so and lay face down. He told me to get on my hands and knees, which again I did. He pushed my knees apart and stood between my feet. In this position I was thoroughly lubed and stretched. I moaned on about him being too big and pleaded over and over for mercy, until he slapped me one across the buns and told me to shut up. I reduced my complaints to groans and whimpers. As I said, I'm good at role- playing.

"I'm gonna stick it in ya, don't tighten up on me," he said.

The slick head of his stiff cock slid between my buns and poked around in search of my ring. Once he had homed in on it there was no messing about, one sharp thrust and the head was in me. I gasped for real this time; I couldn't help it.

"Go slower!" I begged, and, again I was not role-playing.

"Ya'll get used to it, they always do," he muttered, thrusting again.

My innards were shoved around to make room for him and I reckon that it took him about ten seconds from ramming the head into me before I felt his bush tickle my buns. It was the longest ten seconds of my life. I needed total concentration to stop my ring from going into a spasm. If I clamped up on him I'm sure he would just have carried on regardless and it would have hurt like Hell. Then he held my buns wide apart and made one final thrust. Caught off guard, I tightened up on him and I heard him snicker. The bastard had done it deliberately. He made his cock twitch and everything inside my belly seemed to move. God, I could even feel his pulse pounding away in my guts. Mercifully he gave me time to get used to his presence.

"Take it out, you're killing me," I whined.

"It comes out after I shoot, boy. But first I gotta fuck ya," he said.

The only thing that I could say in mitigation was, he started slowly. God, he pulled back until the head of it was half out and my guts were emptied for me, then he filled me back up again. But wait; if he had not had sex for a month, then his chances of lasting long were pretty slim, especially as it was my butt he was screwing. I pretended to try to escape. I waited until he was in me to the hilt then I lunged forwards. He laughed and caught me by the hips. Now I wiggled and squirmed apparently to escape, but knowing full well the effect that it would have on him. He whooped with joy and rode my butt. Suddenly he let go my hips and grabbed me, with one hand, by the back of the neck. I heard him spit and then a wet hand wrapped itself round the shaft of my prick and began jacking me off.

"You're making me cum!" I protested.

He just snickered as my cock exploded. My butt went into convulsions and he buried himself as deep as he could to gain maximum enjoyment from me. The deep thrusting now started up again and this time it was a lot faster, he was close. I held my butt steady and let him pound into me until he yelled in triumph. Inside me his cock bucked and it felt fantastic. In my mind's eye I could see the cum shoot out of the gaping slit of his cock and hit the walls of my guts. He slowed and we both fell forwards onto the bed. It is nice with a man lying on top of you, his cock wilting in you and knowing he has just shot his wad into you. I felt sated; the next week might be fine, as long as I could control Bo. But one thing was for sure; my butt was going to be his personal playpen.

"Yer a mighty fine fuck, boy," he whispered in my ear.

Eventually he pulled out, I groaned and he got off me. He washed his cock and I got told to sit on the toilet and empty myself. I was a bit reluctant to lose his load so soon and I let it dribble out of me slowly. I was concentrating fully on this sensation, so much so, that I never even saw him move. The first thing that I noticed was a warm wet feeling as the jet of his piss hit me full on the chest, ran down my belly and into the toilet. I looked up at him radiating anger and was rewarded with his toothy grin.

"What the fuck did you do that for!" I snarled, but did nothing to avoid the yellow stream.

"Yer mine now, boy. If I wanna piss on ya, ya gets pissed on."

When the last drops had been shaken off it, the cock was held in front of my face.

"Ever had yer cock sucked?" Bo asked, in a sly voice.

I nodded.

"Good! Then you'll know what to do," he said, shoving the head of it against my lips.

I froze and looked up at him wide eyed.

"Open yer mouth, boy! An' keep yer teeth outa the way. The last cocksucker was so bad that I hadda punch his teeth out," he said, showing me the scars on his knuckles.

Reluctantly I let him slide the head into my mouth. As he still thought that I was straight, I didn't give my all on the blow job. But even then I was soon being complimented.

"Ya niggers sure have nice thick cock sucking lips," he said, ruffling my hair.

I reached out and caressed his nuts and it seemed to please him. Then I stroked him behind the nuts and he began to moan. Soon I could tell he was ready to blow and sure enough the hand stopped playing with my hair and grabbed a handful. I whimpered pitifully and looked up at him. There was a look of triumph on his face as he locked my head in position to receive his seed. When it came it was with explosive force, instantly my mouth was full of thick gooey man cum. I dutifully gagged as any straight guy would do, but the grip stayed firm as wad after wad was pumped into my face. Then I was ordered to swallow it. I ignored him and rolled it round my tongue while I enjoyed the flavour of him. Naturally he took this as reluctance on my part. The order was repeated, only louder. I let it slide over my throat and the grip relaxed. He squeezed out the last drops with his hand before pulling out and then made me drink them, too. I was then dragged to my feet, my mouth forced open for his inspection. He grunted and threw me on the bed and climbed on beside me. Normally this is when the role-playing stops and the kissing and cuddling starts, but I got the impression that he didn't go in for that sort of thing. Well, after all, he was straight, so I tried for conversation.

"I heard that you're in for rape," I said, and he grunted his assent.

"They say she was only 15," I went on.

He gave a dirty snicker and he finally began to talk, "She was more like 14. I knocked the silly little bitch up and her folks made her have the baby. I'll bet ya she'll never cock tease a man again. Shit! Her ass was even tighter than yours. But she sure slackened up fast. An' she learned to suck cock real good. Hell, she soon began to like it. By the time they found us she sure knew how to keep a man's balls empty."

"Wasn't she a bit young?"

"Hell no, she was older than my mother was when she had me, but she's my half sister too," he said, laughing as if it was funny and adding a new dimension to the expression, 'a tight knit family.'

There was no shred of remorse in his voice as he had described the rape and he was obviously turned on by the fact she had been forced to carry his child to term. I was locked up in a small room with a guy who wasn't playing with a full deck and had some nasty tendencies. I would need all my wits about me in here.

He turned to me and asked, "What are ya in for?"

"I killed a guy, a white guy."

"Why?"

"He got in my way!" I said.

This got his attention and just for a moment a slight look of respect came into his eyes. Of course what I had said was true, but the circumstances were a little different than I had implied.

I had had dinner in a restaurant and I was driving my rental car back to my motel when a pick-up truck came round a blind corner on the wrong side of the road and we had a head-on collision. The last thought that I had before the impact was, 'Thank God I took the collision insurance!' Then the air bag exploded out of the wheel and the seat belt bit into my shoulder. Someone must have pulled me from the wreckage as I came round on the verge. No one needed to pull the other driver out. He hadn't been wearing his seat belt and his air bag had not gone off. This caused him to take out his windshield, fly across my car and land on his head on the road. All of which had, understandably, proved fatal. I had had some wine with my meal and my blood alcohol level was 0.051, in a state where the legal limit was 0.05. That and a nigger-hating judge got me 6 to 10 years.

"What did the guard mean when he said that you have a week?" I asked.

"I got a week to teach ya how to suck cock and get fucked," he said, in a lustful voice.

"And after the week's up?"

"Then ya can be a con's bitch, or ya can be a whore and sell it, or ya end up as a slut."

Further questioning revealed that being a whore was not as easy as it sounded and most would-be whores ended up a sluts, gang raped repeatedly until anyone could fuck them on demand. This prospect did not exactly fill me with glee. Not all the inmates would be as thick as my dumb chum and some of them would end up beating the living shit out of me. Somehow I would have to change the rules.

Over the next six days I began to work on Bo. His sexual demands were quite simple, he was into buttfucking and having his cock sucked. The pissing on my chest was not really a sexual thing, just domination. So I decided to expand his sexual horizons. I had to be careful and make him think he was leading. I started one day when he was sitting on my chest and I was sucking his cock. I took his slick weapon out of my mouth and began jacking him off. Next I began to lick his balls, which he appeared to like. From there I proceeded backwards licking that sexy bit just behind his balls. This really turned him on as he took over and began jacking himself off. My target was now in sight and I gently parted his buns and shoved my face in between them. Before I rimmed him, I breathed deeply and got high on the musky smell of a horny male. Then I kissed his ass until he moaned. This was my cue to change over from kissing to licking. Finally I rammed my tongue up him.

"I'm gonna cum!" he bellowed.

Quickly I scooted forwards to get my mouth round it before he shot, but alas I was too late and collected his entire load full in the face! When he had finished shooting he looked down and must have liked the sight of a black face covered in his cum, because he grinned evilly. I asked him if he was going to clean me up and watched as an idea formed slowly in his head. He got off me, pulled me to my feet, then shoved me into the shower and forced me to sit.

A look of intense concentration came on his face and stayed there for almost a minute before the amber jet of warm liquid hit my face. He hosed down my face, washing his seed away. Then he aimed directly for my lips and told me to start drinking. I opened my mouth to 'protest' and he filled it for me, ordering me to drink it. The glorious feeling of being forced to do it, coupled with the marvellous experience of total humiliation almost drove me to a spontaneous orgasm. From then on, he let me teach him some of the more depraved sexual acts that two males can get up to. Come the seventh day, he didn't want to let go of me and asked the guard if he could keep me. The guard asked me if I agreed and I nodded while carefully keeping my eyes on the floor.

The first three months passed quite quickly, I learned to hate Country and Western music with a passion. However there were news bulletins, the odd phone-in show and a legal help line. The last one was well worth listening to as some of the things people thought they could sue for were quite ludicrous. As for the rest of our existence; he slept on the bed; I got my own paper mattress and blanket and slept on the floor. Once a week they provided us with paper coveralls. Bo promptly ripped mine to shreds, he preferred me to be naked. Bo had no imagination but gradually he learned to use mine.

I taught him a form of role-playing. It was a bit like telling a child the same story over and over. I was allowed to pick the location and choose my character's clothing, within limits. Some bits never changed however. I was always a girl, a cocktease and I always got pregnant by him. He described what he was doing to her and I had to tell him what the girl felt as he did it.

One scene, obviously based on reality, would find me lifted off my feet and pushed against the wall. There I would have to wrap my arms round his neck and my legs round his waist. This, I found, was the position the girl had been in when she was raped for the first time. She had been slowly lowered onto his cock in an action that began with the popping of her cherry and culminated with her insemination. Apparently she had begged him to pull out before he came, with predictable results. I tried pleading with him not to impregnate me and it worked! I got held firmly and quite aggressively fucked.

After he shot his load I would keep his wilting cock inside me and describe the next nine months of her life, while she carried his child to term. It was interesting to note that it was never 'their' child, always just 'his' child. If I provided enough detail I was rewarded by that wonderful feeling of his cock lengthening and widening in my guts before I got a second fuck. Sometimes we went through the entire three days he spent with the girl and I found out how he introduced her to cock sucking and buttfucking. Again he used his superior strength to force the girl into meeting his demands. Eventually she lost the will to resist, or to use his words, 'She soon began to like it.' Perhaps it was just as well he had been caught; God alone knows how many young girls lives he would have ruined. However, when he had sex with me, I was just there to be used, we never had sex together. But, if you are into being submissive, it isn't too bad, is it?

It was well into the fourth month and my high spot of the week had arrived, the legal advice program. Which stupid fucker would think he had a valid case against some international corporation for some imagined slight against his person? This time it turned out to be a family with a grievance against some Yankee insurance company who was refusing to pay out.

Most people in the North think that the Civil War is a closed case, however in the South they work on the idea that it has just been put on hold for a while. It appears that the company was refusing to pay out on the death of their family bread winner. He had been involved in a car accident, the other guy had been found guilty but his insurance was not going to pay out a penny. Hey, this was sounding a bit familiar. However I had a week to wait as the host of the show only promised to look into it.

A week is a very long time to wait, but eventually it passed and I was very excited to find out what had happened. To my surprise, the insurance company had sent a representative to be interviewed on the air. My act of taking the collision insurance had been wiser than I could ever have imagined.

The charges raised the week before were put to him and he spent little time in demolishing them. The deceased had never worked a day in his life and therefore could hardly be classed as a bread winner. While I had been found guilty of having slightly more than the legal limit of alcohol in my blood when involved in a fatal crash, but I had not been found guilty of causing the crash.

The deceased's alcohol level had been three times the legal limit, a point not mentioned at the trial. Also omitted was the deceased not having a driving licence, or insurance, due to multiple drunk driving convictions. The seat belts and air bag had been removed from his pick-up. He had been speeding and driving on the wrong side of the road. So when this was all taken into consideration, they were not about to pay out millions to his relatives.

The host seemed very put out by all this and asked why the other guy was now imprisoned, which got the rather blunt reply, 'Because he is black.' There was a sort of stunned silence and the host thanked his guest before moving on to take the week's calls. The third one was from the family of another black guy who was inside for no good reason, so were all the rest of the calls. Judge Niles got a lot of mentions, far more than were good for a Judge; especially one who was up for re-election.

A few days later a guard arrived with a paper coverall, to take me to see a lawyer, supplied by, of all people, the radio station. After an interview, the lawyer said he would have me out within a week. He was as good as his word and five days later the same guard arrived to tell me I was being released. I asked for ten minutes alone with Bo.

"As this will be your last fuck with me, you'll have to fight me for it!" I said.

He grabbed me and started wrestling. I fought furiously but soon he had me on the ground, face down. My legs were forced apart and despite my best efforts that big cock head of his was soon knocking at my back door. Thanks to the stretching my ring had received over the last few months I was unable to resist his entry. In a series of brutal thrusts he forced the entire length of it into my butt. There was no mucking about, letting me get used to him inside me, he just barbarously fucked me. No thought or consideration was given for my feelings; his only concern was to leave his load inside me. This must have been as much of a turn on for him as it was for me, because he was forcing his seed into my guts in record time.

I was totally gobsmacked when he started to cry as the guard came to take me away.

First stop was the radio station; at my request the interview was pre- recorded. I took the opportunity to stick knives in the back of Judge Niles and my alleged attorney. Just to twist the blades a bit, I inquired how many times that particular duo had done the dirty on some innocent black guy. That was sure to arouse some animosity. Back in the car, on my way to the state line, the lawyer asked me what the hold up had been at the prison.

"I was raped," I replied.

"My God, were there witnesses? We could have a case here."

"Nah, I sort of asked for it," I said.

The End

Again my thanks to RH for editing this.

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