The cell smelled like sweat, metal, and old piss. Marcus, six-foot-three and built like a linebacker from years of lifting in the yard, watched the new white guy get shoved through the door. The guard slammed it shut behind him. The kid—early twenties, lean but not soft, with dirty-blond hair and a tight ass that filled out the cheap uniform—looked around like he was already calculating how long he’d last.
“Name’s Derek,” the white guy said after a minute, voice low.
Marcus didn’t answer right away. He stayed on the bottom bunk, legs spread, one hand resting on his thick thigh. His dark skin gleamed under the shitty fluorescent light. “Marcus. Top bunk’s mine. You sleep below.
Don’t touch my shit.”
Derek nodded, but his eyes kept flicking over Marcus’s body—the heavy bulge in his pants, the broad chest, the way his arms flexed when he shifted. Marcus caught it. He always caught it.
Lights out came fast. The block went quiet except for distant shouts and the clank of bars. Derek lay on the lower bunk, breathing shallow. Marcus could smell his nerves.
“First night,” Marcus said into the dark. “You scared?”
“Fuck you,” Derek muttered.
Marcus chuckled, low and dirty. He dropped down from the top bunk without a sound, landing right beside the lower one. His hand grabbed Derek’s wrist before the white guy could move.
“You got a pretty mouth for a white boy,” Marcus said, voice rough. “Bet it’s never had real dick in it.”
Derek tried to pull away, but Marcus was stronger. He yanked the blanket off and shoved Derek’s legs apart with one knee. The thin mattress creaked. Marcus’s other hand went straight to Derek’s crotch, squeezing the half-hard cock through the fabric.
“Already getting stiff. Knew you were a cock-hungry bitch the second you walked in.”
Derek’s breath hitched. “Don’t—”
Marcus yanked Derek’s pants down in one rough tug. The white guy’s cock sprang out, average but leaking. Marcus wrapped his big black hand around it and stroked once, slow and tight, thumb dragging over the head.
“Shut the fuck up and take it.” He spit in his palm and started jerking Derek harder, the wet sound loud in the cell. Derek’s hips jerked despite himself.
Marcus stood, unbuttoned his own pants, and pulled out his cock—thick, veined, nine inches of dark meat already hard and shiny at the tip. He grabbed Derek by the hair and pulled his face toward it.
“Open.”
Derek hesitated half a second, then his lips parted. Marcus pushed in deep, groaning when the warm mouth closed around him. He fucked Derek’s throat in short, hard thrusts, spit running down the white guy’s chin.
“Yeah, that’s it. Choke on that black dick. Been waiting for a tight white throat like yours.”
He pulled out, strings of spit connecting them, then flipped Derek onto his stomach. Marcus spat on his own fingers and shoved two into Derek’s hole without warning. Derek grunted into the mattress, body tensing, but Marcus worked them in deep, twisting, stretching.
“Gonna fuck this ass raw,” Marcus growled. He lined up and pushed the fat head of his cock against the tight ring. One hard thrust and he was inside, burying half his length in one go. Derek’s whole body seized.
“Fuck—too big—”
Marcus didn’t stop. He gripped Derek’s hips and drove in the rest of the way, balls-deep. The white guy’s ass clenched around him like a fist. Marcus started pounding, the bunk slamming against the wall with every thrust. Skin slapped skin. Derek’s moans turned into broken gasps.
Marcus reached under and grabbed Derek’s cock again, jerking it in time with his fucking. “Take every inch, white boy. Your hole was made for this.”
He pulled out, flipped Derek onto his back, and shoved back in, folding the smaller man nearly in half. Sweat dripped from Marcus’s chest onto Derek’s stomach. He fucked harder, deeper, the wet squelch of lube and spit filling the cell.
Derek came first, shooting across his own chest with a choked cry. Marcus kept going, using the clenching hole until his own orgasm hit—thick ropes of cum flooding Derek deep. He stayed buried, grinding slow as he emptied.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from Derek’s stretched hole. He wiped his cock on the white guy’s thigh and climbed back to the top bunk.
“Tomorrow night,” he said, voice calm again, “you’re riding it.”
Derek didn’t answer. But when the lights came on the next morning, he was still hard.
