Lee and Kathy moved in next door about 15 years ago. I remember wondering what it was going to be like living next door to two teen age boys. As it turned out they have been great neighbors but not without some surprises. The two boys, Wilton who was 14 when they moved in and Alan who was 12 were as typical as any two boys could be. They had their share of problems but all in all were pretty good kids. Until Wilton was a senior in high school. If it could happen it did and if it was trouble he got into it. His parents came home and found him fucking in the pool. He got caught with drugs, both using and selling. His grades went to hell in a hand basket and finally he had been warned enough and was sentenced to some hard time. Lee and Kathy of course were devastated but handled it entirely different. Kathy broke down in tears if anyone looked at her and Lee acted like it was someone else's kid. Wilton was out for a few weeks and then would screw up again and back to the slammer he would go. Each time he was released he would live with his folks until he got a job or was arrested for some other charge. It was during one of these periods that I got reacquainted with Wilton.
I was working in the back yard one day and Wilton was cleaning his folks' pool. We hollered hi back and forth and then I invited him over for a glass of ice tea. He was very honest about his life and didn't try to hide anything. He said this time he was really going to try to go straight because his time was running out. He was 28 and if he fucked up again it could be the third strike. He finished his tea and headed back for his yard with a thank you. I said no problem, that we would do it again.
A couple of days later Wilton was working in the yard. All he had on was a pair of shorts and mocs. I thought to myself that he was a pretty nice looking guy and probably turned on a few guys when he was in the pen. I was hot and thirsty so went in and came out with two glasses and a pitcher of tea. He saw me and I motioned him to come over and he did. In previous conversations Wilton had made it very clear that he was broke and without a job he wasn't going anywhere. And that that had been his problem all along. The easiest way for a guy like him to make money was by doing drugs.
I had had this idea for a story that I thought would be pretty hot. To relay some true experiences of sex in jail, both forced and consensual from the point of view of someone who had lived it. I asked Wilton if he would be willing to talk about it. To be interviewed so to speak. He said sure that it was no secret that there was a lot of male/male sex going on and yes he had participated. I told Wilton that if he would bare his soul and let me record it, I would pay him a hundred bucks a session. His eyes lit up and he asked when do we start? I asked him if he had time right then and he said sure so I got my tape recorder.
I explained into the recorder, more for his benefit then anything, how my interviews would go and what I expected from him. I also told him that there would be no mention of his name either on the tape or in any story that I would write. I further said that I wanted experiences of his from both in and out of prison and before and after his terms.
Session number one started with some very interesting experiences from his high school days. Although he never mentioned his name I think some of his early ones were with his brother. Then he started telling about his first arrest for drugs, the night in jail and the guy who was his cell mate. I stopped the recording to chat a little about what kind of details I wanted. Then his story started. These are Wilton's words.
"I had set up this sale by phone," Wilton said. "I was really nervous, no probably more scared then nervous cause it was only my third sale. As I approached the park I saw the buyer setting on the bench where he was supposed to be. I walked by him and he asked me if I had a light which was our agreed upon greeting. I said actually I've got more then just a light. He smiled as I reached my hand out toward him. He took the packet in one hand and reached out with the other and handed me some bills. As I took them he grabbed my wrist and said you are under arrest."
"I was so fucking scared I was shaking," Wilton continued. He twirled me around, grabbed my other arm and slipped the cuffs on me. Then he said come on sunshine we've got a date at the station. I didn't know what to do. I had to leave my folks car parked where it was. I was almost crying I was so shook up. He put me in the back of his car and away we went. When we got to the station I was finger printed and booked for selling drugs. Then off to the cell."
"As the door slammed behind me I remember nothing very clearly. There were two bunks, a potty and sink and a couple of chairs. And there was Duke, who I remember very clearly."
"Duke was the model for all biker dudes. He was about 6'4" and 220 pounds. Shaved head and tattoo's all over his arms and up his neck. He had a well trimmed beard and mustache. It finally got thru to me that he was talking to me."
"What did they nail you for? He asked. Dealing drugs I replied. Oh so you will be out in the morning he said. Well in that case we better get started. You can start with this he smiled rubbing his crotch. I didn't move or even acknowledge that he had said anything to me. Get over here he said as he unzipped his pants. Junior wants some attention. It still didn't register on me what he meant or what he wanted. All I knew was that for some reason he was getting mad and that made I more scared then ever. Finally he reached over and grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me over to him. He pushed me down on my knees still holding my hair and with the other hand started rubbing his cock all over my face. I don't suck guy's cocks I cried out. You do now he laughed. I'm the boss here and I keep all the other prisoners in line. So you will do as I say or you will get hurt real bad and no one will come to your rescue."
"While he was saying all this I just about passed out. Especially when his cock head was pressed against my lips. I was only saved when I heard from the walk way a guard announce that it was dinner time. Duke let go of my hair and said you can eat now and I'll give you your desert later. "
Please let me know if this chapter has any merits and if I should continue Wilton's saga.