I guess it was bound to happen, especially given the fact that I live in an area that prides itself on being the buckle of the Bible-belt; I was arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior and for corrupting the morals of a minor. Some corruption! Some minor! He was 17 years old and selling his cock out on the street for 20 bucks a pop. Thank god he was over 16 or I'd have been permanently fucked and labeled as a child molester. As it was I got a year in the county jail.
What burns my ass is the little fucker showed me a driver's license attesting to the fact that he was 18. Of course when we got busted in the back seat of my car, out behind the abandoned warehouse, he claimed to be a young innocent who I'd picked up hitch hiking and proceeded to seduce into sin and damnation. His being from a good Christian, Bible believing family and me being a single 24 year old guy caught with his mouth stuffed full with hard and horny teenaged dick meant that I was going down for the count no matter what the truth was. So instead of just a $1,000 fine and my name in the newspaper I was sent away. I lost my job, I lost my apartment and I lost my reputation. No way was I gonna be able to live anywhere near my hometown again.
Of course before that became an issue I had to do at least 6 months of a one-year sentence in the county hoosegow and if I was lucky another 3 at a half-way house. The thought of being in jail scared the shit out of me. I'm not exactly a sissy, but neither am I a stud. I stand 5'7" tall and weigh more or less 140 pounds. Most of my friends say I'm good looking, but mostly I think my pale blond hair and clear sky blue eyes fascinate them. I also I have boyish face, cute but not handsome. Anyway I certainly knew I'd be no match for most of the guys who end up behind bars, even at the county jail. I was also more than a little worried about being raped.
Don't get me wrong I love sucking cock and getting fucked is a real turn on, but only if I get to pick the person whom I'm sucking or who is fucking me. When choice is taken away it turns things from pleasure to punishment. So it was with some trepidation that I showed up for my sentencing hearing, knowing that my next stop would be jail and an unknown life.
As soon as the formal sentencing was over I was placed, still shackled, in a small cell with one other prisoner, a harmless looking black man, similarly shackled, who was about 50 years old. He sat on one side of the small cell, I on the other. Neither of us exchanged so much as a word. After about 20 minutes a couple of deputies came in along with another shackled prisoner, opened the cell and escorted me, the black man and the new guy out to a loading area behind the courthouse and onto a van. Again nothing was said during the 30 minutes it took us to drive out to the jail. I spent the ride more or less gawking at the third prisoner.
He was something to look at, at least if you're an ever-horny cocksucker like me. This guy was awesome. He stood about 6'5" tall, had curly jet-black hair, and piercing almost black eyes. He was also built like a brick shit house with big beefy hands and enormous feet and a bulge at the crotch of his orange jump suit that gave testimony that there may indeed be a correlation between foot and hand size and the heft of other anatomical features. This was one hunk of male and if he was any example of the inmate population, then maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.
Well my luck had been running so badly at the time that I was due a break and it came in the form of cell assignments. Mr. Hunk and I were, at least for the time being, to share a cell that was the last one on the end of the cellblock.
Now let me explain. These weren't really cells, at least not the kind with bars. They looked an awful lot like cheaply furnished college dorm rooms except for the fact that there was a shitter in one corner. The room contained a set of bunk beds, two built-in bureaus, two small writing tables, a couple of stools and nothing else. The door was made of steel with a small window behind a trap door that the guards could open to look in, what passed for a window was a long and narrow opening with a frosted piece of Plexiglas cemented into place allowing for no air and very little light; it certainly wasn't a means of escape as a cat would have had a problem fitting through that slit.
As soon as the guards left and the door closed behind them Mr. Hunk looked me up and down, gave me a grin and extended his right hand in a totally friendly way.
"Name's Caleb MacDonald and I guess if we're gonna live together we should learn to be buddies."
I certainly didn't want to argue with that idea and I clasped his big hand and gave it the firmest shake I could manage.
"Hi, Phil Grant, nice knowin' ya." I said.
"If you don't mind," Caleb said in a thick drawl that gave away his country boy upbringing, "I'd like the bottom bunk, big as I am I'm not sure the sucker'll hold me and I'd hate to think about crushin' you if I fall through," he laughed.
"Fine by me. I'm a little claustrophobic and I'd just soon be on top . . . of the bunk anyway."
By this time Caleb was sitting on one of the stools pulling his shoes and socks off his big feet. "So what you in here for?"
Well there it was, the question. How was this guy gonna feel about having a cocksucker as a cellmate? I decided to stall for time. "It's something I'd rather not talk about just at this moment, if you don't mind." I said it in as mild a tone as possible, more like I it just brought bad feeling rather than the fact that I was hiding anything.
"Know what you mean. This is my first time here and I ain't too happy about it. This you're first time?"
"Yeah. I never even had a speeding ticket before this. I guess you could say I'm a little nervous."
"I hear you. Big as I am, I'm not exactly afraid, but not being free or being able to live an everyday life is gonna give me fits, but I'm not ashamed to say I'd do it over again."
"What's that?"
"What got me in here."
There was a pause in the conversation and I took the opportunity to sit on the other stool turning to face Caleb. Since I didn't answer his question as to why I was here I decided it wasn't a good idea for me to ask him the same question. Still after awhile he launched into his story.
"I've only loved one woman in my entire life. Matter of fact I only been with two women in my whole life, my wife and a whore I plugged before I was married, while I was in the service. That don't mean I'm not a normal guy, I'm as horny or hornier than the next dude, I love sex everyday, two or three time, but I was happy with just my wife. Things were fine right up until the second baby. We'd been married 7 years and still fucked like newlyweds. Then at about the six month of pregnancy she flat stops wanting sex. Our first baby had been a hard delivery so the doc says it normal for her not to want sex too close to the delivery date, so I go along with it. I start beating the meat again for the first time since I got married. Fine, no problem, but I'm looking forward to life getting back to normal after the baby's born. Now after the first kid was born we laid off sex 'til six weeks after he was born, but as soon as she got home from the hospital she gave me a blowjob and kept giving 'em to me 'til she could physically get back to fucking.
"After the second kid, nothing. I was a good guy and kept on jerking off, giving her time to come around. After about a week of this I wake up with a big stiff one and a set of blue balls that won't quit so I try to talk her into playing a little skin flute before I head out to work. She begs off saying that even the idea of a cock in her mouth makes her stomach turn. So I beat off a load in the shower and drag my horny ass off to work. On the way I stop at the local greasy spoon for a cup of coffee and an egg sandwich.
"I guess there was something wrong with the egg, because about an hour later I double over in pain. Not only do I have a shit explosion in the portapotty we had on the construction site, but I also puke my guts out and begin sweating like I have malaria. So the boss man sends me back home. I pull to the side of the house and cut off the engine. Right off I hear the stereo blasting away which surprises me since the baby is usually down for a morning nap around 10:00. I don't think much about it until I walk through the door.
"What do I find? There's my next-door neighbor and supposed best friend leaning back in my recliner buck-naked with his fat hog buried down my kneeling bitch wife's throat. Needless to say I grabbed the motherfucker and started beating the shit out of him. Lucky for him and me the bitch dials 911 and the sheriff broke up the party a couple of minutes later otherwise I might be on death row right now. So now she's divorcing me, he's divorcing his wife, they're getting married, I'm locked away and I still ain't getting' any.
"So now I've told you about me, what about you?"
I figured what the hell. He was going to find out sooner or later and it might just as well be now. As horny as he was I though maybe, even if he was homophobic, he might see the advantage to having a cocksucker as a cellmate. I told him the whole story; he didn't interrupt or give any sign of what he was thinking.
"Well that's it. And don't worry I promise not to try and seduce you or anything." I didn't want him getting paranoid.
He ignored this last comment. "I never would have taken you for a faggot, but I don't hold it against you. I ain't nobody to judge anybody else. I ain't never been with a man before, but I gotta tell you that since I realized I was gonna be in here for at least a year it's crossed my mind. It's already been over six months since I've had any kinda sex lessin' you count the kind my right hand gives me and that's getting' real old. Yeah, I'll admit I been thinkin' 'bout what it'd be like to have some cock sucker givin' my fat hog a workin' over. Shit I know before my times out its gonna be somethin' I do so what's the point of puttin' it off any?"
The silence in that little cell was heavy for the next couple of minutes. There was nothing more that I would have enjoyed at that moment than dropping to my knees and doing him right there, but I'd just finished saying I wouldn't try and seduce him. For his part I think Caleb had come as close to asking to have his cock sucked as he could get. I knew if I didn't do something my chance might not come again soon.
"Well if you'd ever like me to help you out, just say so," I said.
"I thought I just did?"
"Really?" I couldn't control the sound of joy in my voice.
Caleb laughed out loud, "shit if you do a good job I reckon you can have it on a real regular basis. My wife never accused me of being satisfied, leastwise not when it came to sex."
Things would probably have heated up except at that moment a bell went off and the guards started coming through to escort all the prisoners off to the dining hall for what passed as dinner. Caleb got his shoes and socks of in a hurry and just before walking out of the cell turned back to me with a wink and said, "I think maybe you and me should start getting to be real close buddies after eats." When we got back to our cell after dinner we were informed that it was shower night, one of three such weekly events. We were to be escorted two at a time to the shower room which was just off the cellblock. Caleb and I went together with one guard. I was about to see Caleb naked for the first time. A sight it was, I couldn't believe my eyes. His body was even better than I'd imagined. His cock was a real work of art. Flaccid it was thick and heavy hanging down a good 5 inches over a massive pair of meaty balls. I couldn't take my eyes off it and just knowing that it was soon going to be mine sent a lusty thrill down my spine. As though aware of my attention that magnificent slab of meat started coming alive, rising up and thickening. I looked up at Caleb's face, he was blushing and trying not to look at me, but it was clear from the expression on his face that he was ripe for rutting he just looked totally sexed up. Guess just thinking about what I wanted to do to it got it rising and hardening out. The guard, whose nametag read MIKE VINCENTI, caught on to what was going down and began snickering. As we were drying he said in a load voice, "it looks like you fellows can't wait to get it on, but do yourselves a favor and wait until after lights out. Most us guards don't give a shit if youse want to help each other out, but not where and when we can see it or we got to make reports and that means extra work. If youse wait until lights out then unless you make too much noise then ain't nobody gonna bother youse except at 1, 3 and 5 when they do bed checks." He gave me a quick grin and a quicker wink. We were dressed and headed back to our cell.
We spent the three hours before lights out hanging out, shooting the shit and getting to know about each other. Except for the obvious differences of backgrounds and sexual orientations we discovered we had a lot of things in common. We liked the same music, we both like science fiction, we were both potheads and sex addicts. By the time the bell rang signaling 10 minutes to lights out we'd decided we liked each other, at least as far as it went. That feeling of camaraderie was quickly replaced by sexual tension as we stripped out of our clothes getting ready for bed.
Once the lights went out our cell was virtually blacked out, with just a whisper of light seeping in through the window slit from the well-lighted jail yard. I was in my brief sitting on a stool while Caleb now wearing only a baggy pair of boxers had stretched out on his bunk. It got real quiet, neither of us talking and almost no noise coming from outside our door. After a couple of minutes Caleb barely broke the silence by whispering ever so softly, "if you're willing, so am I."
I hardly had to be coaxed. In one quick moved I slid my ass from the stool to the edge of his bed. I reached my hand out and came into contact with the hard fleshy firmness of a fully erect penis cover by only the thinnest of cotton fabric. I took a quick gasp of air. The thing was monumental. It was a solid seven inches, but it was its girth that amazed me. It was easily the fattest tube steak I'd ever come into contact with. I couldn't wait to get at it in a real meaningful way. I tugged at the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his ass to accommodate me. I slid them from his body and then literally dove on his massive meat.
I took him to the hilt in one swallow and then up and down, tonguing the sensitive underside and head as I went. In no time at all I had him writhing and moaning in pleasure. Before I could work even a little of my mouth magic I felt his cockhead expand, his body stiffen and his shaft pulse as he flooded my mouth with the musky tart flavor of his male juices. He began bucking up a storm and whimpering while I hung on for dear life, determined not to miss a single drop. Since this was his first time with a man I didn't want to take the chance that he's have regrets and not want to do it again; I was determined to get as much as I could then and there. When I was sure there was nothing more to slurp out I released him and sat up whipping my hand across my mouth as I did.
"That was great," I said. "Thanks, anytime you're in the mood just let me know." I was trying to stay very low key.
"Ugh. . .that was fan-fucking-tastic," he gasped as he propped himself up on bent elbows. "If you're up to it I think I can go at least one more time. But only if you want, don't feel like you got to."
My only disappointment in the entire experience had been that it had lasted so little time. Did I want to? I dispelled him of any doubt he might have by plunging down on his beast again, making him fall back onto the bed. I was startled to find that his might cock hadn't softened or reduced in size one bit. I pigged out. This time he lasted a good 20 minutes, I worked all of my tricks on him and they must have been effective because he had to put the pillow over his face to keep the guards and other prisoner from hearing his groans and the yelling that accompanied his explosive orgasm. By the time I'd swallowed all that I could suck out of his balls my stomach was awash in his thick hot cream.
"Those were the two best blow jobs of my entire life, not to mention two of the best orgasms I've ever shot off. Man you have one talented mouth. If you wake up before morning call and are in the mood, being woke up with a little head is one of my very favorite things in the world. Good night buddy."
"Good night Caleb and don't mind if I shake the bunk for the next few minutes." I said as I climbed up to my bed. I heard him laugh as I slide down my briefs and wrapped my fist around my own need.