Jake slammed the cell door behind him and stared at the bunk across from his. Tyrone was already there, stretched out on the bottom mattress, thick black arms folded behind his head. The new cellmate was built like a linebacker, skin dark as midnight, sweat gleaming on his chest in the heat. Jake’s own pale skin felt too exposed under the thin orange jumpsuit. He’d heard the stories about what happened when a white boy got paired with a black stud like Tyrone.
“Fresh meat,” Tyrone said, voice low and rough. He sat up, eyes raking over Jake’s body. “You gonna stand there all night or come sit?”
Jake stepped closer. The air in the cell was thick with the smell of sweat, soap, and something heavier. Tyrone reached out and grabbed Jake’s wrist, yanking him down onto the bunk. Their mouths crashed together hard, teeth clicking, tongues shoving. Tyrone tasted like cigarettes and need. Jake groaned into it, already hard.
Tyrone’s big hand shoved straight down the front of Jake’s jumpsuit, wrapping around his cock in one rough stroke. “Fuck, white boy’s already leaking,” Tyrone growled. He pumped Jake fast and dirty, thumb smearing the head.
Jake bucked into the grip, hips jerking.
“Get these off,” Tyrone ordered. They stripped in seconds, clothes hitting the concrete floor. Tyrone’s cock sprang free, thick, veined, and dark, the head shiny with precome. Jake’s own dick looked small next to it, pale and throbbing. Tyrone pushed Jake onto his back and climbed over him, grinding their cocks together. The contrast of black skin sliding on white made Jake’s head spin.
Tyrone spat into his palm and wrapped both hands around their shafts, stroking them together in long, filthy pulls. “Gonna fuck this pretty white ass tonight,” he muttered. “You want that big black dick splitting you open?”
“Yeah,” Jake gasped. “Give it to me.”
Tyrone flipped him onto his stomach and yanked his hips up. A thick finger pushed between Jake’s cheeks, rubbing over his hole before shoving inside dry. Jake hissed at the burn, but pushed back for more. Tyrone worked two fingers in next, then three, stretching him rough and fast. Spit dripped down to slick the way. When Tyrone finally lined up his cock, the blunt head pressed hard against Jake’s rim.
“Take it,” Tyrone snarled and thrust. The stretch was brutal. Jake’s hole opened around that thick black cock inch by inch until Tyrone’s balls slapped against him. Tyrone didn’t wait. He started fucking hard, deep strokes that made the bunk creak and Jake’s moans echo off the walls. Every thrust dragged over Jake’s prostate, making his own cock drip onto the mattress.
“Fuck, your ass is tight,” Tyrone grunted. He grabbed Jake’s hips and pounded faster, skin slapping loud. Jake reached back to spread himself wider, begging for it deeper. Tyrone leaned over him, biting at his shoulder, sweat dripping from his chest onto Jake’s back. The cell filled with the wet sounds of fucking and both men’s ragged breathing.
Tyrone pulled out and flipped Jake again, this time onto his back. He hooked Jake’s legs over his shoulders and drove back in, eyes locked on where his dark cock disappeared into pale ass. “Look at that,” he said. “White boy taking every inch.” Jake reached down and stroked himself in time with the thrusts, close already.
Tyrone’s rhythm turned savage. He fucked like he wanted to break Jake in half, balls swinging, abs flexing. Jake came first, shooting ropes across his own stomach and chest while Tyrone kept pounding through it. Tyrone followed seconds later, burying himself to the root and flooding Jake’s hole with hot come. He stayed inside, grinding slow as the last pulses emptied him.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Tyrone pulled out slow, come leaking down Jake’s crack. He dragged two fingers through it and pushed them back into Jake’s used hole. “Round two in ten,” he said, voice still rough. Jake just nodded, already half-hard again at the thought.
Outside the bars, the prison stayed loud, but inside the cell the only sound was the wet slide of fingers and the promise of more.
