This is a true story that happened to me in the early 80's. The names and actual locations are veiled but the events and general appearance of the environment are accuate.
I was driving to Key West in mid winter when I was stopped by a Highway Patrol car outside of Miami. I suppose it was the long hair since there was nothing wrong with the car; a 1980 Malibu convertible. I wasn't even speeding, so maybe it was fate. I was arrested for possession of two ounces of marijuana and it led to my confinement for several weeks until I was released due to illegal search and seizure.
After a day I was moved to a work-camp environment due to over-crowding in the jails. Because I was not sentenced they put me in the protective custody cells where they kept the overflow awaiting court dates. This area was over crowded too so I was put in a two man cell that held three people. The men in my cell were two black men who had been arrested on cocaine charges. They were dealers from Philadelphia and had been arrested for intent to sell something like two kilo's. Because they were out of state they were being held temporarily, without bail for fear of flight. Both of them were already fugitives in their home location. One of the men, I'll call him Carl was about 48 years old, around 6 feet tall and weighing around two hundred pounds. He had a greying afro and a hard flat face that changed into something more friendly when he smiled. His partner, whom I'll call Wendel, was a couple of inches shorter than Carl and weighed around 170 pounds. He had sharp features and a shaven head. Both were very muscled, as black men tend to be and not initially very happy to see a third party in their cell.
At this time I was 22 years old, tall and slender with fine features and long brown hair that fell to my shoulders. I had previously had some gay sex with an older man some months earlier. In fact, he had bought the car I was driving. I wasn't gay but more bi-curious at the time. This man, a wealthy NY gay man had taken a liking to me and pursued me with gifts and drugs and money, until one night, cosmically stoned, I let him fuck me. After that we had sex a couple of dozen times and it was clear that I liked the bottom end. I also had grown to enjoy sucking cock and this man, let's call him Don, showed me how to take a cock into my throat. Though I would still gag, I got pretty good at it, especially if I was stoned. I was just able to relax more. Also when I was stoned I felt the most eerie female way. I became girlish almost. This only happened when I was high and that is how I had come to let Don fuck me in the first place. He was very good in bringing me past the pain and I even came, without touching myself the last couple of times we had had sex.
I was on my way to see my brother in Key West. He was a fisherman at the time, still is.
I came into the cell with a rolled up matress and was told to unroll it under the bottom bunk. There was a good two feet of space there and so it was a workable sleeping situation.
During this time in Florida corruption in the jail system was rampant due to the inflow of large amounts of cocaine money. It hadn't hit the rest of the mainland quite like it was hitting Florida, not yet any way. My cell mates were high rollers. Neither of them were gay and at first we engaged in some probing exchanges, personal histories. They got warmer toward me when they realized I was a hippie and knew all about soul music.
They had been in this cell for two weeks now, waiting for their lawyers to do their thing. That afternoon they both had visits from their lawyers who were also accompanied by their girlfriends. when they came back they were partly elated; they had gotten some good news that they didn't go into. They were partly frustrated from seeing their women and not being able to touch them and they had a good quarter ounce of high quality coke. A payment had been made to a guard. This I found out when he came by the cell later and passed two plastic bottles containing a couple of quarts of Johnnie Walker scotch through the bars. He looked at me and said, "you keep your fucking mouth shut or you are dead."
Carl, replied, "he's cool, no problem." The guard nodded and went his way. Carl nodded at me and asked, "You get high bro?"
"Every chance I get", I said
Wendel laughed. "You got money in here it's the same as the street. Our lawyer give that guard two thousand dollars to see to us and two more when we go. Drug business is a good one, except for the getting busted part."
"We'll walk on this." Carl replied.
"Yes we will." Wendel answered. "Damn, my dick is so hard from seeing Lucy sitting there. He pulled at his cock when he said this and I could see he was aroused. He didn't look at me. he was looking at Carl who was chopping up the coke. I let my eyes stray to his crotch. I couldn't help it. I knew he had a big dick. Except for some mutual masturbation scenes as a kid I hadn't had sex with anyone but Don. Don was fairly large at 7 inches but I suspected these two were bigger. Don had awakened something in me and I was aware of men now. I pulled my eyes away from Wendels crotch and stared at the wall.
Wendel got up and got some cups that he poured some scotch into. He handed me one. "You lucky boy, being in here with us, got some drugs and drink. We have a little party here. You know, hope you don't mind my saying so but you need to cut that hair if you stay in here, you gonna have some problems."
Carl said, "that is the truth. You're pretty. You got to watch out."
"I though about that" I said.
We did some lines and a few miutes later it was that feeling again. I felt like a girl and I even squirmed a little where I was sitting. I had a strong flash of Don coming toward me with his hard cock, telling me lay down and open my legs. I felt myself grow half-hard and I pulled my legs to my chest to hide it. This wasn't a good way to sit. I became instantly aware of Carls eyes on my ass where the jean fabric had tightened against the cheek. He looked away quickly. I could tell with that instinct that neither of these guys were gay. But I knew that we were high and that they were horney. I didn't worry about rape. they didn't seem the type but I knew that Carl at least was thinking some strange thoughts that he might not have liked having.
Dinner came to the cell and we ate, then the plates were collected. Night came and we did some more lines and drank some more scotch. We were all ripped. Wendel went up to the top bunk and I could tell he was stroking his cock. He said, "Damn!" I can't stop thinking about Lucy in that tight dress."
Carl stretched back on the lower bunk and pulled briefly at his cock. "I know what you mean, worse thing about being in here." I felt his eyes on me again. This time I looked into them. The woman was alive inside me and I knew she looked at him through my eyes. He held my gaze. "Damn!" he said and pursed his lips. Wendel was looking through a magazine and I could see his hand move slowly on his cock. I looked away from Carl. I was hot and nervous. I didn't know what might come and I didn't know what I might do. I brushed my hair back from my eyes and drank some more scotch. The coke was excellent and I could feel an electric thrilling through my body. Carl continued to stare at me. He openly pulled at his cock now through his pants. I caught his eyes again and saw the need in them. I blushed and looked away. He knew then that he might get something from me but it was uncertain all around how to get to the subject. He got up and chopped some more lines. He asked Wendel to come down but Wendel said he would pass for the moment. He had drunk most of a bottle of the scotch and you could see he was drunk. He just wanted to lay there and think about Lucy. He shifted on his bunk and turned toward the wall. Carl stood up and looked over the top, scoping out Wendels position. He stood above me and I could see his half hard pressing against his trousers. I couldn't help but look and he saw that. He gave me the tin dish with the coke and I snorted another couple of lines. Then he filled my cup with scotch and said, "Drink all you like. I can get more any time. Then he reached down and stroked my cheek with his hand. He ran his fingers through my hair and then sat back down and leaned against the wall behind him.
We sat there, both of us rushing from the coke. It was an exquisite place. I tried not to move my hands or my body because every time I did it was so feminine. Cocaine just turned me into a teenage girl. It was Don turning me on to it that had exposed this part of my nature.
I could hear Wendel softly moaning above. Carl continued to stare at me. I looked up and caught his eyes again. He held a finger to his lips and then he opened his pants and pulled his cock free. It was a fat thick cock with a big mushroom head. It looked to be about nine inches. It was a lot bigger than Don's. He stroked in and looked at me. His eyes were pleading. I didn't know what to do. I was glad to give myself to him but Wendel was up top.
"You ever been with a man?" He asked me. "I know you hippies play round some."
"Don't you go bothering that boy Carl" Wendel said from above.
"We just talking Wendel. But if he was interested that could be okay. He's awful pretty."
"Well, I know that too Carl. I guess no harm in people saying or doing what they want. I can't stop thinking about Lucy and I'm going to have to pop my nut. Ain't no way to get private here."
I had drunk my scotch by now and Carl filled my cup again. Then he lit me a cigarette. When he leaned down off the bed to give it to me he took my hand and pulled it to his dick. I touched it and he moaned softly. I looked into his eyes and I could tell we were going to be moving to another realm soon.
He sat back again and asked, "So?"
I was so high by now that I told him about Don. This I could see got Wendels interest too and he turned in the bed and looked at me.
"So," Carl said. You done all that, you want to do that again. I'll keep you in coke and drinks while you are here, look out for you."
I looked at him and Wendel. I said, "what if a guard comes by?"
Wendel laughed and Carl joined him. "man, that's no kind of problem with the money we paid him. Look, I can give some privacy." He took the blanket off of his bed and tied it into the bars. We were closed in. Then he took off his clothes and laid back on the bunk. Wendels eyes were large when I looked up at them.
"Let's have some real big lines Carl." he said. Carl cut out some monster lines and we all snorted them. Wendel hopped back up on his bunk.
"Take off your clothes honey. " Carl said. I got up and undressed. You got a beautiful body" he said. "Turn around and let me see your ass." I did and he said. "You are as pretty as a woman. Come here."
I was so ripped by now that I sat on the bed next to him and took his cock in my hand. then I bent down and began to lick it.
"Oh God baby, that is so fine." Carl said. Wendel leapt down and sat on the toilet watching us. Then he took off his pants. I looked at his cock while I sucked Carl. He was big too. Maybe bigger than Carl. His cock, uncircumcized and fat pointed upward. I took Carl deep into my mouth, past my throat and he groaned with pleasure. "Oh girl, nobody ever sucked my cock like that." I reached to his ass and pulled him into me. "Oh baby, I got to have you."
Carl got up and turned me toward the wall with my ass sticking out over the bunk. Wendel said," I got to get some too" He climbed into the bunk and got between me and the wall. I took his cock into my mouth. Carl took the soap from the sink and soaped my ass. Then he said, "I'm gonna rub coke all in your ass, you won't hurt, you'll be in Heaven baby. He did this. Very soon I could feel the nerves around my anus freeze. Then I felt his cock probe at the opening of my ass. He pressed it into me. It felt huge and I squirmed to get more. "You as hot as a firecracker honey." he said. "Look Wendel how this girl is itching for cock." Slowly he pressed inch after inch into my ass. I moaned over Wendels cock. His balls filled my hand. they felt filled with cum.
"He sucks cock like an Angel" Wendel said.
Carl began pumping his dick into my ass. Don had never taken me to this place. I could not believe how opened up I was. I felt split in two. My cock was as hard as an iron bar. "I took my mouth from Wendels cock and said, "Oh Carl, fuck me, make me your girl." This sent Carl over the edge and I felt his cock lurch and pump into my ass. I could feel the cum shooting into me.
"Oh baby girl, oh baby." he cried out as he ran his hands over my torso. Slowly he pulled out of me with a sucking sound as his cock freed itself from my asshole. Wendel laid out on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I had to bend forward as the bunk was too low to sit up. "You ride my cock girl." he said. I lowered myself on to him and felt the enormity of him come into me. Then I began to rock and grind up and down. It did not take very long for my prostate in this position to begin sending out the pre-orgasm signals to my cock. The huge cock that was pumping up and into me filled my head with colors as I slid slowly up and down. As I neared orgasm I began to rise up off of the entire length and then down slowly until all of his nine inches was buried in my ass. Wendel was bucking and pumping. I felt my ass begin to contract involuntarily as the cum flowed up my dick. I cried out as I came. "Oh God...oh god. I'm coming. And I did. At that very moment I could feel Wendel coming too. I was trembling uncontrollably, grinding and twisting on his cock. Dear God, nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I was truly the woman in the cell. I felt like the gift of the god's to these two horny black men. Wendel pushed me off on him and I stood up in the cell. Cum began to run all down the back of my legs.
Carl sat on the toilet. "Baby, you are something else. You got to do it all for us while we here." I knew what he meant, that I would be taking their cum in my mouth. No one had cum in my mouth yet. Don had only come in my ass. But I knew I was going to do it. Don had showed me about rimming and I knew I was going to do this too. I saw myself as a kept love slave and that is what I was going to be.
What was most cool, as we did another line after and Carl ordered more scotch, was that there wasn't that heavy guilt thing that can come over people who have done something and now hate themselves. Maybe it was the drugs and the booze. When the guard came back with the booze Carl spoke to him for awhile. The guard snickered and laughed. The next day, after having both of them that night again and in the morning, the guard showed up with make-up and womens underthings, a shirt and a blouse. An entire week passed in this manner until Carl and Wendel were taken away one day. I was to remain for two more weeks. When they left they paid the guard to keep me in coke and booze for the duration of my stay. Wonderful guys.
If you want to hear what happened next and how I met a friend of Carl's after I got out. Write me at sweetbottom@eudoramail.com
Sadly, I haven't had much of anything in the following years after some wonderful times in the early 80's. I still dream that someday I will find a big man who wants my round slender ass and my warm wet mouth.