When I was 19 or so, I had a summer job at a dairy packing plant. It was really boring with lots of down time between trucks coming back from their runs. There was a guy working with me who was doing some occupational therapy from a local minimum-security detention center. I don't really know what he did to get himself sent there, nothing too bad, I think. He was nice, and though from a different world for sure, we got along fine. He was definately horny though, being locked up at night with no chance of getting laid. Here's the story of how he tried to solve that problem:
One day, he said that he was super horny, that he hadn't had any pussy in so long on account of being in custody and having to go back to the detention center every night. I agreed that was rough. I didn't have much else to say about it. He said he was tired of jerking off only, that a guy at the center used to suck him off sometimes, but he'd been released.
'You wanna suck me off?' he asked right out.
'Um, no.' I said.
'Come on, man. I see you reading those books all the time, you must be some kinda queer, aren't you? I need some man, come on.'
'No way.' I went back behind the book I was reading, he groaned and cursed, walking away.
He left me alone the rest of that day, but the next he started again, 'Hey, when you gonna suck me off, now? I know you suck cock, man, come on, don't leave me hanging.'
'Lots of people read books, you know. It doesn't mean they are all gay.'
He looked at me disappointed, almost disgusted, like I didn't know anything. He just walked away. A few minutes later I heard him come around the corner and stop right next to me. I looked up and saw the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Not that I'd seen many, but this was bigger, and blacker, certainly than the other guys in the locker room at school, and even than the guys I'd seen in Hustler and other hardcore mags. I was sitting on a milk crate so it was hanging at eye level and when I saw that it was rising, I looked up at him.
'I knew that when you saw how nice and big it is, you'd wanna suck on it for me.' he said, sort of quietly, looking down at himself.
'Well you were wrong about that,' I said, though I was pretty amazed at how big it was getting. I sort of wanted to touch it, to see how thick it would be in my fist, but I was afraid. He stood there, half hard, hoping I would be the book-loving fag he thought I was. I knew I should have nothing to do with this guy, but I felt my own dick starting to stir, and I surprised myself when I said, 'We could probably, uh... if we went behind those crates we could like jerk off there. If you want.' I bet I went red then, I sure was super nervous to have even said that to this horny guy looking to get blown before he had to go back to his bed at the detention center. But I was horny too, and seeing his hardening big cock made me want to jerk off. It just did.
But he said, 'Naw, man, I feel my own hand on this all the time!' He hefted his thick cock in his hand and bounced it a little. It slapped up and down onto his hand and I could hear the weight of it. I knew that if we got back there and started stroking out cocks together, I'd want to get a hand on him, feel the skin slide up and down his hard shaft. And if I got his cock in my hand, I guessed that then I'd want it in my mouth, and soon I'd be on my knees between his legs sucking his thick black dick. I hadn't known that I wanted to, but I did. I just couldn't come out and say so.
He said, 'I don't want to see you jerking off. What do you think, that I wanna watch some white boy beat off? Hell no, man, I ain't a homo' and walked away, tucking himself back into his pants.
He asked me a few more times over the rest of our days working together that summer. Once he said, 'OK, how about I fuck your ass, then. A buddy let me do that one time, it was almost like pussy. How about that? You just bend over, man.' I smiled a little and just shook my head, 'No way, no way.' That thing was huge.
I have always wondered what it would have been like if he'd agreed to go and jerk off together.