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The bright idea of growing my own weed turned out to be fun for a while but then landed me in jail. Nevermind the particulars; I was growing weed, got caught, now I'm in jail. I had spent a night in jail before but was never here for an extended period. It is NOT FUN. It sucks! After going through the intake process I finally got to the intake dorm. That's the dorm you are in for a few days until you are assigned a dorm to go to based on your clearance level. Which means; higher security dorms for violent offenders, lower security dorms for the non-violent offenders, the work dorm (for doing various jobs like cooking or cleaning and which you have to apply for to get into), and the dorm for those being held who have already been sentenced.
After spending a few days in the intake dorm I got placed in one of the low security dorms. It's shaped just like the intake dorm; a rectangular high ceiling common room with tables and a couple of TVs in the middle, a row of toilets and showers at the end opposite the exit, and two rows of cells stacked on top of each other with a staircase to the upper floor. It's two men to a cell which has bunk at the end, a table with benches, and a toilet and a sink.
I go up the staircase placed my things in the cell I was assigned to and saw that it was occupied but not by who. It was commissary day, so I went back down to the common room and sat at a table filling out the order form for a few items. I had money in my wallet when I was booked, so I already had some money to get some stuff. I made some conversation with some of the guys there and watched some TV before it was lock-down time and everyone had to go to there cell.
These happen at the same time every day in every dorm so they can do a head-count and make sure everyone is where they are supposed to be. They happened at 6:00am after breakfast, at noon, at 4:00pm, at 6:00pm after dinner and at 10:00pm at lights out. The counts last about an hour. There were also times during the day called "In and Out." Which means you are either in a cell, or out of one, and the doors are locked. So you have to choose whether you want to be in a cell or out of it. That happens all day at varying times, like 45 minutes for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or a couple hours tops. Basically, whenever it isn't count or chow time, it's In and Out, with some leeway time in between where you can still go in or out.
I get to my cell and finally meet my cellie. I felt like I just hit the cellie jackpot because he was hot as fuck! A thuggy white boy type with light brown hair cut short and faded in. We introduced ourselves, his name was Jesse. We talked for a little bit and after they did the head-count he started a work out. He took off his shirt revealing a lean muscled body with a hairless chest but a nice happy trail. He had a few tattoos but was not covered in ink like some of the other thug boys. He then took his pants off and worked out in his boxers.
He wasn't bashful I thought to myself feeling like I had won the Powerball jackpot with my cell mate situation. He worked out hard, got nice and sweaty and made the room smell like pure testosterone. The smell of his pits and balls and ass was intense and palpable. It was a sweet musky smell though. Some guys B.O. just plain stinks, but others smell good. It's a weird thing. I loved checking out his tight ass while he did some crazy amount of push-ups. The thin, cheap fabric of his white boxer shorts gave a nice tease of his ass and was helped out by the fact that they were damp from his sweat, especially at the crack.
Over the next month I got to know him a little better. I learned he was 22 and from Florida as well (we were in a Florida jail but of course not everyone in Florida is from Florida). He had done 2 years in prison for selling a laundry list of different drugs. He wasn't bashful at all and had no problems changing in front of me, and he slept naked. Giving me many opportunities to get a quick glance of his ass, his low hanging big bull balls, and his huge floppy dick. There were clippers in the common room that you could use to cut your hair and shave, but not your pubes. So he and all the other guys I'd glimpsed in the showers had a nice bush whether they wanted to or not. He was clean and tidy but not obsessively so and would shower about every other day, although sometimes more or less, as the mood struck him.
When we were in the cell together we would talk or play cards or chess. We would read some of the books that cycled around. He worked out every day though. He was a horny fucker too! He constantly talked about girls and fucking and all sorts of crazy stories of things he had done. After his work out and usually before bed he had to "gun it" as he called it. He would sit on the toilet and jerk off. The toilet so he could just shoot in the bowl for easy clean up. Sometimes he would even go twice in a row so he could "get that second nut out." I looked away, obviously, and didn't ever risk trying to sneak a peek. But he used his spit for lube and I got to hear the wet jacking sounds while I read a book or laid down. I still hadn't gotten a chance to see it hard yet to my dismay. One day though, after his workout he comes over to me while I'm laying down on the top bunk.
"So lemme ask you something," he says.
"What's up?"
"I was wondering... and I'm not tryin' to offend you or nothin' but I was just wonderin'..."
"What is it?" I reply somewhat anxiously.
"Well... you don't ever talk about girls and just some of the things you say just made me kinda wonder about you a little bit, I mean I don't care if you are I was just curious?"
"Yeah??" I reply, very nervous now.
"So.. are you like... are you gay?" he asks quietly and conspiratorially.
My mind raced for a bit thinking what to say. There were a few openly gay guys in the dorm and nobody had a problem with them, at least not on account of them being gay. And if anybody did they didn't say anything about it. The two most important things in here were being respectful and minding your own business after all. But I was still nervous about being openly gay. I am pretty discreet even outside of jail. But I thought about how horny Jesse was all the time and how he was asking all of this at a time when he usually beats off... And I just couldn't resist the possibility of getting his fat cock in my mouth.
"I don't really want everybody to know to know to be honest, but yeah... I've been known to suck a dick or two."
"Haha! I knew it, don't worry I won't say nothin'. So you got like a boyfriend or somethin' on the outside?"
"Actually... I know it might sound weird, but I am not really into other gay guys. I have a thing for sucking off straight guys..." I reply, figuring I would go ahead and lay it out there.
"Straight guys? So what like... you don't mind they don't do nothin' back?"
"I don't mind. I mean, I get my needs met too when I need to, but I really do just love being on my knees for a straight guy... just taking care of him, making him feel good."
"Damn.. aight, That's wassup..." You could see the gears turning in his head.
"They might be a little unsure at first, but once they see how good I am at sucking dick they keep comin' back." I say with a little smile.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah..." My heart is racing at this point, wondering how this will play out.
"Hehe.." He looks down and then back up at me for just a moment and asks, "So.. uh... so what you think about maybe gettin' on them knees and lettin' me fuck that throat some?" he asks, his voice all macho and thuggy sounding now.
"I'd love to!" The butterflies in my stomach fluttering about.
"C'mon then."
I quickly hop down and kneel in front of him. He takes his boxers off and there it is. His big hard veiny dick pointing right in my face. A beautiful piece of meat too, perhaps 7 inches, maybe 7.5 and girthy. My mouth waters. It looks weaponized. Like it also serves as a hammer or club. I decide to lick his big sweaty balls first. I move my face up closer and take a nice whiff of his nuts and start licking around his groin and taint some, then his sack, and then taking one in my mouth and swirling my tongue on it, then the other, then barely managing to get both in my mouth. His hard beefy cock rests on my forehead as I gently suck them, enjoying the taste of his salty ball sweat and overwhelming musky smell of his post-workout crotch.
After worshiping his nuts I move on to his rock hard cock. His dickhead has a nice dollop of pre-cum on it which I lick off, savoring its sweet taste. The skin of his balls and dick is as soft as silk. I place a kiss on his dickhead, then one on the underside of his cock right at the base and then up every inch of his thick meaty shaft. I want him to know that I'm not just sucking his dick, I'm worshiping it! I place his plump dickhead between my lips and swirl my tongue around it clockwise and then counter-clockwise. Then I place my hands on his sweaty butt cheeks and I slowly take in about half of his shaft in my mouth before moving back up. I do this a couple times and then I plunge down till every inch of this straight white thugs thick hard cock is buried in my sissy faggot throat.
His fat dickhead presses hard into the back of my throat as I do so, stretching it out. My nose is buried in his thick musky bush and I take a big whiff, I'm getting high on the potent pheromones of this hot stud. I stay down on it like a good bitch, knowing this truly is my place in the world; my throat being a cunt for straight white thug boy cock. I lick his nuts with his pipe still buried in my head and at this point he grabs it with both of his strong hands and takes a firm grip. Ready to take control. Holding my head in place he slowly pulls his dick out with his hips and then pushes it back down my throat again. He slow fucks my mouth some before building up a little speed. He surprises me then by smashing in HARD! Balls deep! His dickhead roughly punches into the back of my throat. With a supreme effort of will I resist the incredible urge to gag.
He must have taken that as a sign that he could fuck my throat as hard as he pleases because he starts to pound the shit out of my faggot fucking face! Which is good because I want him to enjoy it as much as possible and if he thought he had to hold back on my account I would have been very upset with myself! His dickhead repeatedly smashes into my pussyhole throat, his bush repeatedly smashes into my nose, and his balls repeatedly slap up underneath my chin. He pounds it in and makes me hold it and then starts beating my throat in again. My eyes water. He adjusts his grip on my head, moving his hands into different positions or alternatively grabbing two fistfuls of my hair. He looks down at me the whole time, an aggressive, tough, determined look on his face. I look back up at him, or down at his chest and six-pack abs still pumped up from his workout, or further down at his pubes ramming fast and hard into my face.
He slows down some, then he goes fast again. Changing up the pace. He has nowhere to go and apparently has no intention of finishing quickly. His stamina and staying power are amazing I think to myself. He pounds into my throat the entire lock-down, nearly an hour (the majority of his workout was done before head-count today). I'm spending nearly an hour with a straight white thug boy fucking my face as hard as he can, feeling like the luckiest faggot on Earth! Just as he hears the cleaning crew leave (which was a sign that lock-down was almost over) he really picks up the pace and smashes into my throat like he's trying to punch a fucking hole in it! I feel his rock hard cock getting even harder and warmer (which I was sure was impossible!) till he buries every inch in HARD! The hardest yet! And grunts. I feel the base of his cock pulsate and spasm on my bottom lip as jet after jet after jet of hot cum shoots hard into my throat. His balls were not just for show I realize now and are absolute cum making machines and he spent a good bit of time boiling a nut up in them as well. He always has to were a condom when he fucks his bitches, I'm sure, as he certainly would get them pregnant with one fuck. Still he unloads. Shot after shot after shot. I thought it would never end! Gulp after gulp after gulp I swallow. They didn't feed you much in here and I think I'm going to be happy in that regard as well if he keeps providing me with an early dinner. FINALLY he empties his balls. I keep his dick warm in my head while he recovers, my hands still on his sweaty tight asscheeks. He slowly pulls out and lays down on his bunk.
"Damn... I needed that shit," he says.
"Me.. too," I struggled to say at first, realizing my throat would have a wicked bruise on it for a while.
I sucked his cock again that evening. Ecstatic at the prospect that it wouldn't be a one time thing. He didn't fuck my face but instead laid down on his bed while I sucked him. He let me feel his muscles while I sucked too. His tight, hard abs and chest. When I reached to feel his bicep he flexed it, cocky and showing off. Then he held my head down with a commanding grip and I felt his cock flex in my throat while I felt his bicep flex in my hand, a straight up thug!!! He rewarded me again with another enormous load, this time in my mouth so I could have the privilege of tasting it. It was salty and slightly sweet and had a very potent "cum" taste. I know cum has vitamins and minerals in it and figured his must have double. I'd also heard it has anti-aging properties and if that was so then I was at the fountain of youth.
The same routine would continue every day. A throat beating in the day after his work out, and cock worshiping at night. The only difference was that during the day he would do it at In and Out time because there were a lot of guys out in the common room and it was predictably loud as fuck. That way he could get louder without anybody noticing. Grunting more, throwing out a "FUCKIN' BITCH!" and "TAKE DAT SHIT!" and the like. My throat also eventually got used to the constant abuse and I no longer had a hard time swallowing and I learned to put my pillow under my knees.
A couple weeks go by and one night, after swallowing another hefty load with his cock getting soft in my mouth, he asks me,
"So... I didn't say nothin' to nobody... but I was wonderin' if you would be down to maybe help out some of my boys? I have a feelin' a couple of 'em might be down..."
My heart was racing! His boys were all hot straight white thug boys and the thought of sucking cock for my cellie AND some of his boys was just too much to handle! This throat belonged to Jesse but if he wanted to loan it out that was fine by me. I had previously mentioned that I would like to do that with his boys, although very subtly and diplomatically, as I didn't want him to think I wanted or needed anyone's cock but his. A lot of these boys had spent time in prison and so it really shouldn't have surprised me that they wouldn't need a lot of convincing to get head from a sissy. Nevertheless, I managed to stutter out, "I would.. I wouldn't mind at all."
"Aight..."
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