Black Cock in Prison: The White Ass-Virgin Reveals His ‘Payback’ Promise

By Tosh Turner

He's just an ordinary boy, a straight living college student who has never been in trouble in his life. But his long lost dad returns, a petty crook who is always in trouble with the law, and promises his son a big pay day if he will help him pull off an 'easy' robbery.

It all goes wrong; the dad escapes but the boy is thrown into prison for 12 months. And this is where his troubles really start. After a few days he is approached; he agrees to a 'protection deal' with Kirk, a muscled up, scarred up, big black brute of a man. The boy knows the deal, but as a straight guy he dreads the thought of 'payback time'........

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jul 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393845324

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Black Cock in Prison

The White Ass-Virgin Reveals His ‘Payback’ Promise

Let me explain something so you know how all this shit got started. I had not seen my father for seven years ever since he left one night in the middle of a raging snowstorm and if I could turn the clock back and start all over again I would be very happy. If only it had stayed like that. After seven years of being alone at home with my mom and just starting to enjoy College life, the guy walks back as if he he’d never been away and then completely turns my life upside down. He got me into trouble with the police, the courts and even got me locked up in prison for a twelve month stretch. And if that wasn’t bad enough one of his ex jail-bird buddies who was put there by my old man as my so called ‘protection guard’ ended up taking his payment by putting a so called ‘claim’ on me. What does that mean? Use your imagination!

But let me start at the beginning. That night all those years ago when dad did a runner was the same night that the cops came looking for him with a search warrant to enter the house and a warrant for his arrest. They showed my mum and me all the necessary papers and told us that my old man was wanted for several high tech robberies and was known in the underworld as The Cat because of the way he could get in and out of a place without leaving a trace. Apparently the only reason they had caught up with him now was simply because a fence he sometimes used had been raided quite recently and he’d gave up my dad’s name in return for immunity from prosecution.

Despite the fact that the cops searched the house, quizzed us for hours, and put out all the usual bulletins they never found him. They found his car though; it was at the bottom of the lake but no body was inside. It was widely believed that he had been driving too fast trying to evade the cops during that winter storm, had lost control on the icy roads and plunged in to the icy waters and drowned. The crime squad believed that his body had probably washed out of the car and floated downstream and ended up in the ocean and just disappeared. So that was the end of dear old dad, we all thought. But no such luck.

One day I was sitting in my last class of the day when I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see a guy in a baseball cap and a small beard outside the school window, walking up and down as though he was looking for something, or someone. Something was vaguely familiar about him and when the bell rang for the end of day I went outside to look for the guy; I didn’t know what it was, just a funny feeling I had about him.

I had just turned 19 years old and in my first year of College and full of the joys of spring, as they say, or young dumb and full of cum as my mum used to say. I had taken my first year off and had done the backpack thing across Europe like most guys my age do if they get the chance and had met many interesting people and had even had my first serious affair with a French Girl who barely spoke any English at all. I guess it was only a summer fling, just a good shag to me, and we said goodbye at the end of the summer after one last night of wild sex in her bedroom whilst her folks were out at the cinema. Then I returned home and started College as I had agreed with my mom. We had come up with a compromise; she