THE HOOD
Judge Harris left the courthouse late and drove hi..
🕑 Added 2022-10-19 01:02:31 +0000 UTC
THE HOOD
Judge Harris left the courthouse late and drove his car to the rough area of the city on his monthly outing to the hood. The expensive black BMW with its tinted windows stood out like a sore thumb in that area of town with its dilapidated buildings. It was moving slow as it pulled up to the stop sign. The judge looked across at the far corner at the muscular black man standing among the local prostitutes. DeMarcus was hard to miss with his huge muscle packed body. He had spent a number of years in prison where he honed his body into the monster he was now. DeMarcus controls every trade on the streets in town. Just looking at him made people scared and instantly respect him. Judge Harris watched the black man conducting business. DeMarcus turned his back and his large muscular ass came into view. His pants hang low on his thick hips, showing off most of the black briefs that were stretched over his large powerful glutes. The hooded sweatshirt was pulled over DeMarcus’s head obscuring his face but the hoodie was stretched over the gang leader’s back, revealing its perfect v-shape. Although only 5’9, his build immediately demanded respect among his fellow criminals
Slowly the BMW pulled up to DeMarcus’ corner and the window lowered. One of DeMarcus’ girls spotted the BMW and approached the car. She looked disappointed as he walked back to her pimp and whispered into DeMarcus’ ear. DeMarcus then approached the car leaned against the open window. He looked around before opening the car door and getting into the luxury car.
“What up, homie?,” DeMarcus extended a large hand.
Harris gripped the larger man’s hand and felt its strength. The smaller, white man then drove. DeMarcus sank his huge muscular body into the soft leather car seat and looked out the car window as the hood area he controlled faded into the city center and onto the highway leading to the upscale suburbs. He looked down at his crotch as he felt Harris’s hand gripping his cock through his snagging jeans. DeMarcus parted his thick lips to let out a moan as the white man squeezed and groped his thick cock. He then unzipped his hoodie and revealed his smooth dark skinned torso. His muscles were huge and flawless. He let the hoodie fall open as wide as possible to show off his massive pecs and washboard abs. His skin was so dark that the tattoo of a soaring eagle was barely visible over his chest. DeMarcus reached down and popped the top button of his low riding jeans, before looking back out of the window. While Harris drove out of the city and toward the suburbs, he pushed his right hand into DeMarcus’s pants and squeezed the large thick tube shape bulge trapped in the tiny underwear.
DeMarcus couldn’t help but think of the irony of his situation. He had used steroids and worked out hard in prison so no one would make him their bitch behind bars, and to get respect once he got back on the streets. Now however, he was some white man bitch who fuck his sexy black ass for an entire weekend once a month. Demarcus controls the streets in the hood, but little, white Harris controls him. The judge kept DeMarcus from going back to prison in return to being his bitch for one weekend a month. The strong black man resisted at first but he soon look forward to their monthly meetings,
Harris pulled his car into the circle driveway of his large house. A high wall circling the house kept it concealed from his rich neighbors. When Harris parked the car, he turned to DeMarcus.
“Leave your jeans and hoodie in the car.”
The tone of the older white man sent chills through the strong black man, right to his cock. His cock was throbbing in his underwear as he hurried to pull off his hoodie and pulled the jeans down his massive legs. He struggled to pull his pants over his timberland boots. When he was done he got out of the car in just his black briefs and tan boots. The cool evening air hit his exposed nipples and bulging crotch as he followed Harris into the house. DeMarcus never got over the palatinate house every time he walked into the house entrance hall. His heavy boots echoed off the marble floor as he followed Judge Harris into the living room. The judge poured himself a whiskey, when he turned he smiled. DeMarcus was on his knees looking up at the judge. Judge Harris moved closer and unzippered his expensive suit pants. Upon seeing the judge’s fat cock DeMarcus opened his mouth. The judge smirked as he gripped DeMarcus’s head as he wrapped his pillowy lips around the white cock. The black man’s mouth felt so good around the older man’s cock as the judge began to guide DeMarcus’ head on and off his cock. DeMarcus no longer gag on sucking the cock as he once did when he was first used. His gag reflex had long been fucked out of him. The mouth felt so good that Harris gripped the large man’s head tightly and shot his load deep down DeMarcus' throat. DeMarcus desperately tried to swallow all the cum. When Harris let go of his head, DeMarcus fell back on to his oversized ass. He looked so sexy as he looked up at the Judge with white cum leaked from his mouth and down his strong jaw.
As DeMarcus laid on the Persian rug, the Judge pulled out a knife. He kept beside the muscular black man and cut the side of the briefs. Harris then pulled the ruined briefs off. DeMarcus’s own fat cock popped free, standing proud and still throbbing.
Over the weekend, DeMarcus knew he would be fucked and used how ever Harris wanted. After the initial facefucking on the living room’s floor, he led to the large man to the master bathroom. Harris then shaved DeMarcus’s entire muscular body from the neck down. The normally aggressive stud meekly stood under the shower spray as Harris ran the razor over his ebony body. Once all masculine body hair was removed, DeMarcus was thoroughly cleaned inside and out.
To be continued
