When I got back to my cell after sucking Joe off I slept, a sweet contented sleep. My mind must have been filled with the incredibly hot images of Joe's cock filling my mouth and streams of cum shooting from his piss hole because when I awoke I was drenched in my own semen having had multiple nocturnal emissions. I cleaned myself off and waited for Joe to appear. He too had probably slept after.
Saturday turned into Sunday and still no Joe. What was going on? Was he down the hall telling all the guys about the punk faggot that had sucked him off? Or was it just guilt from residues of religion. Had I blown it, so to speak, and he would never speak to me again? I was in despair, in agonies of doubt and yet at the same time never hornier, never more turned on as the ecstasy of taking Joe's thick hard cock into my mouth and running my tongue all over its silky firmness played over and over in my mind. I guess I could have gone to see him. Perhaps he was going through the same thing, wondering whether I was too embarrassed to see him, or thinking that I regretted what I had done, what we had done. But I stayed put, waiting for him to come to me.
Finally, that Monday night just before lock up he appeared in the doorway of my cell, giving me his usual goofy, yet sexy, grin. Did this mean everything was all right? Apparently it did because we exchanged some pleasantries and then in a forced whisper with a mischievous raising of an eyebrow and a half wink he asked when I would like to have another go. We arranged for another session of Joe gets a blow for the next day. And so began a couple of weeks of bliss, of constant hardons and me sucking down every morning Joe's sweet spunk..
One day out of the blue, just after I had licked his shrinking cock clean he asked if next time could he fuck me. I told him I would think about it. I hadn't been fucked in years. In fact I had only been fucked once, when I was fourteen, by a friend and it hadn't been a big success. I had avoided anal sex since, concentrating strictly on oral simulation. But this was Joe, sweet sexy Joe, who's mere presence gave me a raging hardon. How could I deny him anything? So I agreed, reluctantly, that yes he could fuck me in the ass. However, before he could he had to do one thing for me. He had to jerk off in front of me and cum all over my face. I didn't think my demand would be a big deal, after all I had been sucking his cock every day for the past two weeks, surely we were past any shyness. But he didn't want to do it! I was flabbergasted. He said it was demeaning. No Joe its hot and sexy. I remained firm (in more ways than one). Finally, his lust for my tight ass won out and he reluctantly agreed that that night he would play with his cock, stroke his long hard member and let the streams of cum come to rest on my joyful upturned face.
The time had arrived. I could tell from the considerable bulge in his shorts that Joe was already hard. I sat on the bed facing his crotch waiting to be entertained. He tried again to get out of it trying to sweet talk me into letting him fuck my ass. No Joe I told him take that cock out right now and jerk off. He was practically weeping as he undid his shorts and slid them down letting his hard cock bounce up and away from the ring of blond hair that graced his groin. I was so tempted to grab that cock that I knew so well now and just suck him off but I was resolved to play this out. He just stood there in all his naked glory, his gorgeous cock fully erect and throbbing slightly. "Come on Joe" I urged him "stroke that cock." With a trembling hand he grasped his hardon and begged "please don't make me do this." Jesus Christ I thought, what the hell is the problem. I was getting mad. With a commanding voice I told him to start stroking his cock or else he would regret it. And so he began, shyly at first, lightly rubbing his hand up and down the shaft. Soon I could tell that he was getting into it though. His grip had tightened and the veins along the side of his cock would bulge as he stroked up and down. The head of his cock was bigger, engorged with blood that had made it purple. His nipples were hard and he had a dreamy look on his face as the sexual tension and intensity increased. "Play with your balls" I commanded. With his free hand he cupped his scrotum and pulled downwards making his cock even bigger and sending him into spasms of pleasure. From his ragged breathing I could tell he was getting close to cumming. I watched, fascinated, as his cock thickened, his whole crotched tensed and then with a powerful thrust and twitch he sent a thick wad of cum spraying into space and down onto my face. He continued to stroke, lost in the haze of climax and jets of cum continued to spurt from his cock and drench me in their sticky goodness.
Eventually there seemed to be no more cum and he stopped stroking his cock. My face was covered. Some of the cum was running off my chin and dripping onto my chest. With my fingers I scooped up some of the spunk and then licked them off. He had done it. My Joe had masturbated in front of me and cum all over my face even though he did not want to. Man hath no greater love. I was profoundly moved as well as turned on. Now, from experience, I knew that this was just act 1 and that his cock would remain hard and ready for more action. But I wouldn't make him continue. So, with my face still covered in his love juices I leaned forward and took his throbbing cock in my mouth.
Perhaps it was because I had never sucked him off while he stood, perhaps it was payback for my insistence earlier that he jerk off but this time he took control. He grabbed my head and forced me down onto his cock, roughly shoving his swollen dick deep down my throat. My face was pressed against his crotch, his cum on my face squishing into his pubes. Then he began to rock his hips fucking my face, forcing his long hard cock in and out of my willing mouth, pounding it in and out, gyrating, pushing his cock into every corner of my mouth. It had never been like this before but what could I do, I loved it. Just before he came he held me down. I could feel his cock thicken in my hot wet mouth and the streams of semen pulsate down his shaft before they shot down my throat. Finally he released me and let his softening cock slip from my mouth. With a wicked smile Joe looked down at me and said "So when can I fuck you?"