Joey's Transformation, part 2
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic images of adult male homosexuality. If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This is a fictional story. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Shortly after Joey had started cleaning the sink in their cell, he could sense his Man coming down the catwalk. Especially with all the background noises of inmates' conversations, inmates walking on the five stories of tiers in wing 5, it wasn't really a sound Joey heard. It was more like a dog sensing his owner's coming home from work before the owner even gets to the front door.
Stanley and Jim were talking and stopped in front of the cell. Joey stopped to gaze with pure devotion at the sight of his Man, a sight that always thrilled him. He felt the stirring of a slight erection, but much more intensely he felt lustful longing centered in his faggot butt-hole. His ass lips fluttered with pleasure just thinking of getting thoroughly fucked. Seeing his muscular stud reminded him of how empty his fuck tunnel felt.
Stanley and Jim talked a little while longer at the cell door and there was a warning bell that evening lockdown would start shortly. With that sound Stanley and Jim parted. As Stanley entered the cell, his movements were slow, confident and panther-like in the power of his 6`5" muscular frame. At the sensuality of his Man, Joey shuddered with an involuntary tingle though his body.
Stanley walked over to the bunks, grabbed hold of the top one and stretched out his muscled, hot body. He let his head rest on the bunk and stood motionless. After a few minutes the cell door slide close with a clang that reverberated throughout the gray granite walls. Stanley slightly shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. He turned around and it seemed only then did he even see Joey. His lips made a little smirk and he reached down to undo his pants and let them fall to the floor. Joey's mouth started watering as he dropped down to his knees. All of Joey's attention was focused on the thick, hard thighs and bulge in Stanley's undershorts.
Stanley pulled down his undershorts, then sat down on the lower bunk. His chiseled upper torso leans against the wall, while his feet remained planted on the floor, knees bent and his hairy, solid thighs spread apart. Stanley reached down to re-arrange his balls to get comfortable and then gestured with two fingers for his bitch to approach on his knees. Joey shuffled over on his hands and knees like a dog to get between Stanley's thighs. He pushed his face into Stanley's crotch to take in deep breaths of Stanley's manly smell. He buried his nose into Stanley's pubic hair and started licking and drooling all over his Man's groin.
Joey's head dropped down so his tongue, lips and mouth started washing Stanley's delicious balls. Joey was kissing, lapping, slobbering on his Man's meaty sacs. Stanley gave out a very slight sigh of pleasure and let his homo slut do what he did best. After a short time, Stanley placed one foot on the bunk, so Joey's searching tongue could get under His balls. Stanley's balls were laying on the arch of Joey's nose as he dug his tongue to massage and lick as close to Stanley's ass opening as possible. Stanley rose up a little more and Joey started driving his tongue into Stanley's funky butthole. The horny smell gave Joey a full boner of his own. He knew he could only say brief `hello' to his Man's hair-circled rosebud, but later he'd have his chance to really suck ass for Stanley.
Stanley let his foot and leg go back to the floor. Stanley's cock hungry pussy started slobbering around the root of Stanley's hardened fuck sausage. Stanley was disciplined and allowed himself to enjoy all the sensual sensations that lead up to every sexual action. He knew Joey (and himself) got even more horny before he let Joe start his cocksucking. Stanley was a Master to his lust, while Joey was slave to his. Stanley enjoyed knowing for Joey it was just the opposite. Finally Stanley grabbed hold of the root of his rock-hard boner and began rapping it on Joey's head.
This was one of the signs for Joey that it was dinner time. But not without a few soft words to the center of his existence. He moved slightly back from Stanley's crotch, puckered up his lips a few inches from the dripping boner. Then he gently brought his lips up to Stanley's drooling dicktip and started giving many, little kisses. Joey used his puckered lips around the leaking piss-slit to coax out long dribbles of pre-cum penis juice. The tip of his tongue was coaxing out more dribbles of precious cock snot. He backed his kissing lips ever so slightly from the swollen cock head, so that ropey strings of prick slime connected him to throbbing shaft. These musky beads of Stanley's pre-cum were a powerful aphrodisiac for Joey and his whole body flushed with excitement.
Now he was ready to give his Man a wet, sloppy blow job. He slid his lips over the cockhead and used them to press on it as his tongue started swishing on the underside. Keeping his tongue swishing on the underside, he started moving his lips forward along the stiff tube steak. With about half of the tasty shaft in his mouth, the cockhead bumped up against the opening to his throat where his little clit hung. His lips were securely wrapped around his Man's boner and his head began bouncing up and down. His tongue kept rubbing to and fro along the sensitive bottom side of Stanley's rock hard fuckmeat. The cum chugger was slobbering and sucking good on his Man's stiff prickmeat.
Then every few strokes, Joey's lips would keep moving down the shaft and the homo cum freak start using the opening of his throat to stretch around the head of Stanley's swollen fuck-stick. Joey was corkscrewing (cock-screwing?) the opening of his throat around that bulbous head, using Stanley's distended shaft to loosen up his throat. Each time he popped the swollen dick head into the opening of his throat he was using it massage the little penis that had developed at the back of his throat. That little prick would get aroused and Joey was compelled to rub it more to boost that arousal.
He'd slid his lips forward, lodging the hard-on in his throat. His lips pressed up against Stanley's pubic hair. He loved wearing the crotch hair like a mustache and goatee around his mouth. While holding this position, Joey's tongue was still be swishing back and forth on the tender underneath of Stanley's leaking fuckrod. In this position he started moving back and forth just an inch or so, to use his cunt-throat to rub against the tip of Stanley's dong. It wasn't long before Joey started gagging. With the gagging Stanley felt like Joey's throat muscles were fluttering around His fuck muscle. In this regard, Stanley was lenient on his pussy bitch. While another man would punish their cunt for gagging on their pole, Stanley didn't. They both knew that it was Joey's fervent goal to train his throat to be the perfect fuck-sleeve for Stanley's cockmeat.
The slobbering faggot enjoyed gagging on Stanley's engorged shaft, because Joey saw it as a step to giving Stanley the perfect hummer. With each retching, there was an explosion of spooge, a mixture of pre-cum, snot and saliva from around the ramming pole and out Joey's nose. Joey's face was covered with it and there was a pool of it in Stanley's lap. Joey had become the kind of queer bitch who couldn't get his mouth fucked enough by Stanley.
Stanley grabbed hold of Joey's head and started fucking skull like a horny stallion. Joey could tell from the slight increase in the size and hardness of the throbbing erection he would soon be getting his dinner. A little animal cry erupted from Stanley, his back arched a little, his thighs flung apart, his grip on Joey's head tightened and he held his cock still, as he shot hot wads of sperm down Joey's throat. Joey knew to hold still and let Stanley control how much stimulation his sensitive dick got. Joey felt slimy loads of pud dripping down his throat. Stanley pulled his cock out just a little and gave it a few quick jabs in his whore's throat. Joey erupted into gagging which caused Stanley to give a gasp from the extra stimulation of his sensitive cockflesh. Stanley backed off so the gagging stopped. Joey knew that Stanley's slowly deflating love muscle was very sensitive at this moment. He didn't want to do anything that would cause his Man to slide his man organ out of his mouth, so he didn't rub his tongue against any part of the cock and he kept his lips lightly pressed around Stanley`s man pole.
Stanley's whole body relaxed against the concrete wall. One hand stayed on Joey's head and the other on his thigh. Joey carefully shifted his body so the slowly decreasing erection stayed in his mouth and the side of his face was laying on Stanley's spooge covered thigh. Copious amounts of sticky cream started pooling in the dick hound's mouth. Joey was afraid he might lose a drop of the precious joy juice. Without bringing his tongue in contact with the man root he very carefully took a small swallow. Joey savored the after-fuck smells, the seeping bone sausage in his mouth and the feel of the slimy spooge against his face. He had finally found his purpose in life. He was the bitch for the most handsome hunk of man in the entire prison.
Please e-mail at submissive60625@sbcglobal.net if you enjoyed this story and would like me to write more. The next chapters will take some time cumming. For all you cock worshippers like Joey and me, e-mail and tell me all the ways you've developed your talents in giving service to real men. And for all those Stanleys out there, drop me an e-mail to tell me exactly how you'd use bitches like me and Joey.