You have to have everything taken away from you the way prison does, to know how precious belonging someplace is!
Inside, Dario offered Vince another cigarette. Vince waved it aside.
In prison, a tough guy had come to Vince's aid when a group of men wielding shivs had advanced on Vince intent on a gang-rape. Afterward, Vince had repaid his rescuer the same way he repaid the kindness he'd been given by these two men, that is, he stepped up against Dario's body with his own, put his arms around the big brown stud, and kissed him ardently.
He let go after, but only to give Larry the same treatment.
"Look, we really were joking about the sandwich and apple." Larry said when he finished. "And we'll bring you lunch without you having to do anything for us."
"Who said anything about that?" Vince returned to Dario and felt the crotch, a pounding erection waited inside that yellow jumpsuit.
Dario moaned as Vince's hand closed on it. "I didn't say anything." he gasped out as Vince released it.
"Good." Vince said. "I didn't think you would." The jumpsuit front had paired zippers, they met tail-to-head at the belt-buckle, a stitched on belt that couldn't be removed, but it could be undone and the zippers revealed to be unzipped. Vince took care of the lower zipper, and as he fished inside the opening to grasp Dario's prong, Dario moaned and slide his upper zipper down to detach at the bottom and open his suit from near the neck to below the balls.
Nine inches of deep-brown dong stared at him through one slime-smeared eye. Vince reached out and his tongue-tip poked that eye right in the socket, and the goo oozed from the slit and Vince licked it off with slow, loving motions of his tongue. From there, he greased the head with his saliva.
"Aw, man, aw, man!" Larry moaned. "How come he gets to go first? I gave you a whole sandwich, he only gave you a tiny apple."
Vince let go of the apple-sized glans long enough to answer. "Because you're the one who brought up the subject of paying for it."
"He's right." Dario added.
"Aw, jeez." Larry groaned. "But I get to go next, right? Right?"
"If we have time." Vince agreed, and Larry moaned again.
"Shit, hurry up, then."
Vince did hurry, but only because that hard Latino (but was Dario Latino? He still wasn't sure!) prick was beckoning to him. He'd sucked a couple of dark-skinned dongs in prison, but those had all been commercial transactions, unworthy of the term "making love." For the first time, Vince took a dark-colored prong and did it for the joy of it. That made the flavor of it all the more appealing! No funk covered this prick, it was clean and tasted only of a slight residue of male sweat borne from work, enough to salt the meat and encourage the glands of the skin to release their bounty.
Larry moaned and cursed them both alternately, and that just made the joy of nursing Dario better. Vince would give Larry his, he decided, but let the blond jock feel the frustration he'd visited on Vince for a while, first. Meanwhile, his mouth coated Dario's cock with a thick coating of saliva, building up a gray covering for the long prick, until it was a greasy love-column throbbing in his mouth, and Dario was moaning and cursing a bit, himself.
"Aw, man, come on, hurry up." Larry said after a time. "It'll be time to get back to work any minute. And the boss comes in to check that we're all on the job, too."
"I'm done." Vince said, letting go.
"Done?" Dario said in dismay. His cock was still hard, still potent, still loaded with unspent jizz. "But..."
"I mean I'm done getting you ready." Vince clarified. He'd unfastened and unzipped his own jumpsuit while he'd sucked on Dario, now he peeled it from his body, the oversized garment sliding over his boots easily (he'd had to roll a fair sized cuff on the legs and arms to make it fit) and he stood wearing only his t-shirt and the jockstrap. Turned as he lowered the jock and said, "Now you can shove it on in."
"Aw, man!" Larry groaned again. "Could you maybe get me ready while you have Dario fuck you, maybe? We got less than fifteen minutes until lunch is over!"
"You'll get your turn when he's done." Vince promised. And said nothing of when that would be.
"Fuck!" Larry closed his eyes in frustrated pain.
As Vince smirked at that, Dario's prod wove its way between his buttocks and found the nexus between. Vince's smirk morphed into a grimace as the huge pud plowed into his ass.
Vince leaned against the cold, moist concrete as grunts of his effort to take the enormous dick slipped from his lips. He could take a tool this big, he had before...but it still wasn't easy for him. Some of the men in prison could shove all kinds of things up their ass without flinching, but Vince wasn't one of those. He hadn't wanted to be one of those. He only wanted what he had now, sharing of his body with a good friend. So he gritted his teeth hard and he took it as it was crammed into his ass, stifling his grunts and when the plum-sized head knocked on his joy-button in his ass, his grunts became sighs. Yeah, that was the ticket!
"Aw, man, yeah, yeah!"
Larry burst into a near-maniacal guffaw. "You got him now, Dario." he urged his comrade on. "Come on, plow that butt and make him squeal."
"Uh, ah, yeah, fuck me." Vince added. "Come on, fuck me hard, ‘cause I want to come before the lunch break is over."
"Lunch break?" Larry gasped. "Shit, less than ten minutes now. Seven minutes!"
"How fast can you make it?" Vince asked Dario. "Can you finish me in seven minutes?"
Dario's answer was a warm "mm-hmm" sound of affirmation, and he proceeded to prove the veracity of that answer by grabbing Vince's thighs on either side and using his powerful form to hump Vince with the vigor of a veritable rabbit! Rapid, thrusting rams into his ass that plunged the heavy length into Vince's butt, and then pulled it back again, both strokes in and out caressed Vince's prostate, and he threw his head back and moaned.
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