Here’s a sample chapter from Jamaicans Downlow, a new story from the Str8 Studs Downlow series! It’s chock-full of hot island black men who are so alpha you’ll pop your top!
La Puerto was such a busy restaurant, Tim didn’t have much of an opportunity to meet his coworkers. He was too nervous to socialize anyway, since he was the youngest employee there — just barely eighteen — and he was the only white dishwasher. The rest were Mexican or Jamaican.
Luckily, Tim usually worked with the Jamaicans. That was good for him since he didn’t speak Spanish. But the Jamaican dishwashers, Edward and Rupie, had such thick accents that he could barely understand them either. Their patois almost might as well have been a different language.
“Hey, Timothy-“ Rupie said — he had a curious way of saying Timothy, a mellifluous and lilting accent, stressing the first syllable — “You got a girl for tonight?”
Tim shook his head. He was single right now, and had been for some time. It had become a lot harder to meet girls now that he was no longer in high school.
Rupie and Edward laughed. Their dreadlocks shook. Even their laughter was accented, Tim noticed; you could almost hear the Caribbean waves in their voices.
“Tonight is late night, yes?”
Tim nodded. He had almost forgotten about it. Every six months, the dishwashers had to work late and inventory stuff — all the plates and serving carts, that kind of thing, the non-food, non-cooking equipment. Tim didn’t mind the idea of it, as it was a few extra hours of pay, and he thought it should be pretty low-stress. There wouldn’t even be a manager around to get in the way.
“We have girls comin’, mon,” Rupie said.
“It is tradition.”
“Every time, we bring girls here,” Rupie said. “Did no one tell you?”
“Uh, no. But I don’t have a girlfriend anyway.”
“Then just call slut. It is very boring to inventory if you do not have a slut to suck your dick.”
“I, uh, don’t know any sluts.”
They both laughed and looked at him incredulously, as though the idea was preposterous. Tim just put his head down and returned to putting away the dishes that had just come out of the dishwasher. He wasn’t very good with girls, so he was used to being teased like this.
“You will be very bored,” Rupie said. He and Edward turned around then, as Tim blushed. The Jamaicans said something in patois that Tim couldn’t catch, and they both burst into guffaws again.
Tim tried to ignore them as they finished up the last few hours of service. They kept laughing at him, asking him over and over if he had found a slut, as though one might have been hiding in a dirty dish.
That all changed when Rupie’s phone rang, just a few minutes after closing. There were a few tables left in the dining room, the servers trying to hurry the diners up without it being apparent that’s what they were doing. Tim barely noticed Rupie on his cell phone at first, as he milled about waiting for the waiters to go home.
But Rupie grew vituperative. He hissed into the phone and said, “You can’t do that, baby. You promised you’d both be here. You know I got feelings for you-“
That was all Tim could catch, but it was soon apparent what was happening — the girls had decided to go out dancing. Apparently, the thought of spending a Friday evening sucking dick in a dirty storeroom wasn’t appealing to them. Tim couldn’t say he was surprised. It sounded like Rupie was not only annoyed they weren’t coming, he was angry that he had to sweet-talk them where Edward and Tim could hear — Rupie had made it very clear he expected women to do what he said, and that real men didn’t talk sweetly to them.
Tim went into the front then to put away some silverware, while Rupie got angrier and angrier with his woman. By the time he returned to the kitchen, the chefs had all left, and the servers were clocking out. Edward and Rupie were putting the last load of dishes through; they both looked desultory.
Tim took out the clipboard with the inventory list, but Edward and Rupie didn’t seem to be paying attention. Tim had never done this before, so while he understood the principles — just count all the stuff — he didn’t really know how to do it.
“That bitch gonna get it!” Rupie said, still fuming over his girls declining to come here tonight.
“Let’s get started-“ Tim tried to be the responsible one. He held up the clipboard with the inventory forms on it.
“Nah, nah, we can’t concentrate with swollen balls, mon,” said Edward. He smiled. “Let’s pull a circle.”
Rupie frowned but nodded. “Sure,” he said. Then he leered at Tim. “Do you think you can handle it? Your little white meat work or what?”
Tim said yes before he even thought about what they were saying. He didn’t know what “pull a circle” meant, but he had a feeling Edward had suggested a circlejerk. Tim nodded his head in agreement without giving it a second thought, and the other two apparently took that as a definite yes.
“We do not want to get caught. Mr. Pallton sometimes comes in at midnight to do the figures,” Rupie said. He pointed to the storeroom, and headed towards it. “We should do it in here.”
Tim followed behind. He was nervous. He had never done anything like this, and never thought he would — he hadn’t even thought it was a real thing that anyone did. Circlejerks seemed more like a locker room prank than a real hobby, especially for incredibly straight men like these two.
The storeroom was so small Tim considered backing out, but didn’t because he knew it would make him look like a pussy. They’d assume it was because his penis couldn’t measure up, and he didn’t want to let them make that assumption — he was proud of his rather substantial manhood.
His heart pounded as Edward and Rupie let their cocks flop out of the fly of their boxers and jeans. Tim was self-conscious as he did the same, and he saw both Jamaicans frown when they saw his cock, as though they had been saving up small-cock jokes and now were annoyed they wouldn’t have the chance to use them.
“Doesn’t this seem gay?” Tim asked. He had earlier defended gay rights to them both — Edward and Rupie had suggested they supported executing gays, but when Tim had asked, they said they “only” supported imprisoning them. So Tim was astonished that they would do something like this.
“It is not faggotry, don’t say that,” Rupie said.
“It is men, being men. You coarsen it by saying it is faggotry,” Edward added.
“I’m not, I’m not saying that, I’m just surprised you don’t see it that way-“
“Shut up, Timothy,” Rupie said softly, menacingly. For the first time since Tim had gotten to know them, he felt scared.
But the fear actually made his dick perk to attention. All three men stood in a circle in the tiny storeroom, so close together that Timothy was overwhelmed by the smell of their unwashed sweat. They smelled like coconut lotion, he thought, mixed with the stale scent of a locker room.
Rupie’s hand gripped Edward’s dick first, then Edward held Tim’s. Tim stiffened awkwardly — it wasn’t like when a woman held his cock; she was always delicate, unsure what she could do without causing pain. Edward didn’t seem to care if he hurt Tim. His callused fingers gripped his shaft tightly as though Tim was trying to run away and Edward held onto him by the cock.
Though his stomach began to church with nausea at the sight and smell of so many bare cocks, Tim forced himself to grab Rupie’s dick. He had to suppress a gag at the clammy smoothness of it — why did it feel so different than his own cock? He wondered if it was a racial thing, or if he simply was used to the feel of his own cock.
But then Rupie’s dick jerked into erection, just a little bit at first, pulsating as Tim awkwardly stroked it. He felt veins popping up on the surface as the excess skin of his massive meat stretched.
Both Edward and Rupie gyrated their hips, basically fucking the hand on their cocks. Their ropy muscles flexed as they moved. To Tim it looked awkward, but he tried to do the same just to fit in.
It was Edward who came first. His lithe, muscular body roiled with the power of his orgasm, and he leaned forward so close he nearly kissed Tim on the cheek. Tim shrank back, but there was nowhere to go in the tiny storeroom.
The smell of cum assaulted his nostrils. Tim gagged, then again even more animatedly when he saw some of that cum land on Rupie’s arm. Rupie groaned in disgust, but not in the extreme way Tim would have assumed — he just chuckled and wiped the cum off on his dirty apron as though it was a drop of dishwater.
“You are squeamish, Timothy,” Rupie said when he saw Tim’s horrified look. Edward backed away, so Tim and Rupie faced each other. Rupie grabbed Tim’s cock from Edward and stroked it, leering at Tim’s still-horrified look.
Their dicks were right next to each other now, so close Tim could feel the heat of Rupie’s cock in his own shaft. Rupie grinned as though this was a huge prank, then he gripped Tim’s wrist tightly.
“Hold it still,” he said, whispering directly in Tim’s face.
Tim’s heart pounded. He held his hand still, even when Rupie spat a big, nasty loogie on it as lube. Then Rupie began violently fucking Tim’s hand, using all the power of his muscular legs to slam his cock through Tim’s fingers.
Is this normal? Tim blushed. He couldn’t tell if this was how Jamaicans circlejerked, or if Rupie was playing a prank on him to see how much he’d go along with.
He kept a tight hold on Tim’s own cock, but Tim was too engrossed by what was happening to do anything himself; he couldn’t even back away. He was so nervous he remained fully erect though, even when Rupie shuddered and groaned as he came.
Semen shot out of Rupie’s cock, spraying all over Tim’s crotch and stomach. Rupie laughed, and Edward joined in. He didn’t make any effort to aim away, so Tim was covered in dripping cum. He gagged at the sight of it, and the feel of its sticky texture on his bare skin.
“You are my cumsponge now, boy,” Rupie said with a groan. “You should have moved. Always get out the way of a Jamaican man’s nut. You gonna learn that one day.”
Then he got behind Tim. For a moment it felt like he was going to anally rape Tim, and Tim even felt his limpening, moist cock press against Tim’s back. But Rupie just reached around Tim and wrapped both hands around his dick — he was finishing the circlejerk, even though it was just one person now, so hardly a circle at all.
Then he began violently stroking it, his callused fingers working at Tim’s shaft as though he was angry at it. Tim’s knees weakened. This was both the most painful handjob he had ever had, and the most intense.
His knees went weak just moments before he came. Rupie chuckled at Tim’s blushing, exuberant reaction, and he didn’t stop stroking even as Tim’s cock spurted cum all over Rupie’s hand. Once again he had no compunctions about being covered in semen, despite his hatred of everything gay.
Rupie frowned. He wrung his hands as though they were coated in soap rather than cum, and Edward laughed at his exaggerated reaction. They both stood there with cocks dangling between their legs.
The smell of cum was so strong and so acrid it made Tim’s eyes water. Rupie, who had the blatantly largest cock, began flopping it between his fingers, approaching Timothy as though he was going to beat him with his cock. He laughed when Timothy backed away.
“Timothy, you have good meat. Don’t be embarrass of it. You could almost be Jamaican with that,” Rupie said. He flopped his dick against Tim’s limp member and laughed when Timothy jumped. He couldn’t believe Rupie was jousting with him now, for no reason even.
“I… uh… Okay.”
Edward whistled. “Yeah, mon, I think you honorary Jamaican now.”