The Farm

Pierre had pre-lubed his ass so Marcus eased in his seven-and-three-quarter-inch dick inside the tight hole.

Marcus went balls deep and pulled half way out. He slammed with all his might back into the much smaller sissy of a man. “Do you like this big beefy straight man fuckin’ yo’ faggit booty hole,” he quizzed.
“Yes, daddy,” whined Pierre.
“Good! I like fuckin’ yo’ li’l punk ass. So much tighter than my wife’s pussy. And yo’ shit getting’ wet too. Pretty high yella bubble booty swallowin’ my dick. You a bad bitch. I know all kinda straight niggas be tryin’ to tap this ass. But it’s mine, bitch! Damn! You takin’ this dick!”
“I love your dick. I’m your faggot bitch fuck doll!”
“Damn skippy, hoe! Don’t you forget it neither. I own yo’ faggit ass!”
“Yes, massa!”

“Good bitch! How you like this fat dick,” inquired the caramel-skinned oldest Jenkins brother.
“I love it when you pound me hard,” confessed the healthcare professional.
“You like when I treat you like a prison slut. My li’l jailhouse hoe!”
“Ooh, yasssss, nigga,” shrieked Pierre as he threw his ass into each stroke.
“Fuckin’ you in the broom closet. Fuckin’ you on the bunk. Fuckin’ you in the shower. Makin’ you get yo’ momma to put money on yo’ book so you can buy me shit from the commissary. That’s what you want, ain’t that right, faggit?”
“Yasssssss, Big Daddy! Treat my punk ass just like that!”
“You already know! Smack you upside the head when you do dumb shit. Keepin’ yo’ faggit ass in check!”
“Yeassss, nigga! Yassssss!”
“Damn! You so muthafuckin’ flamboyant. A nigga can’t help but wanna fuck you! And you take dick better than these women out here!”
“That’s cause I’m a SHE-placement faggot bitch!”
“Damn right! You bout to make a nigga bust.”
“Give me those babies!”

Marcus exploded.

Pierre cleaned his Daddy’s cock and balls with a warm, wet washcloth.

Marcus adjusted his uniform and gave his little fuck slut a hug. “I’ll hit you up when I get back in town.”

Derrick had been up from his nap for about thirty minutes.