Big Carl Johnson just finished up his bacon and eggs sopped up with biscuits from the diner on Polk street down from the bus station. Big Carl just got out of prison 6 hours before, and was enjoying his freedom very much. It had been 15 years since he walked around free and he was determined to not go back this time. He had plans. He wanted to stay clean this time, drug free and sober. He had gone to Narcotic Anonymous meetings everyday and Alcoholics Anonymous meetings too. Sometimes 3 or 4 times a day till the pain was less noticeable. Withdrawal is a bitch, he thought. But tolerable when you have another habit to fall back on. He had been given a cellmate who was more than happy to service him whenever he needed it and he needed it a lot.
Big Carl Johnson had a johnson that was 12 inches soft. When fully inflated, it was a fearsome thing but his jail bitch took it all deep into his rectum when ever Carl wanted it. His name was Ralph and he would howl in pain and delight as Carl drove it deep into his bowels and exploded into him several times a day.
Carl couldn't go for long without some sort of relief and he was feeling the stirrings beginning now, here in this greasy spoon. His cock was waking up in this stupid fucking diner and he would have to get up and walk out with a massive hard on that would be hard to miss. He got up, using his newspaper as a shield to curious onlookers and made his way to the men's room. Settling himself into a stall he released the monster and gripped it like a fire hose... and began to stroke it. It responded by doubling in size and standing out like a flag pole as he stoked it and stroked it, head back and eyes closed, he felt his balls tighten up as the cum boiled deep inside of his balls, ready to explode on the wall opposite him. He felt a thick string of slime drip onto his pumping fist as he neared orgasm. His mouth fell open and he pumped on, and on, closer to cumming and closer. His cock was huge, black and shiny as his lubricants oozed from him constantly. He imagined it was buried deep within a woman and he was slamming it deep inside of her. He was very good at fantasy as he had been doing it for so long.
Suddenly he heard someone come into the restroom and his eyes popped open, as he heard someone with a mop bucket. He looked down to see two tiny feet walk by as a distinctly feminine voice begin to hum a tune. He was frozen in place hands on his enormous cock, slime oozing to the floor as he stared at the feet. His eyes were glazed over and he was crazy with lust. The door suddenly swung open and a tiny little oriental girl, mop in hand stared with disbelief at the cock which Big Carl had a death grip on. Slowly her eyes lifted and met his near slits and fear replaced amazement. What she saw was pure animal lust and she was afraid.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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