Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2018 02:57:45 +0000 (UTC) From: A J Subject: Straight White Jailhouse Thugs - Chapter 2 Disclaimer/Warning: The following story contains material of an explicit sexual nature. It is completely a work of fiction and is not meant to depict any actual persons or events. It is also pure fantasy and is not intended to condone or encourage the events depicted, nor anything remotely similar, in real life. Do not read or download if you are offended by such material or if you are not a legal adult. Do not make it available to anyone who is not a legal adult. /// Nifty survives on donations. If you love the amazing service they provide here then please feel free to return the love as well. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html /// I also have a blog now for those of you interested in finding all of my work in one place. https://pompanobeachboy954.wixsite.com/sweatydirtystr8boys /// *** The next night, with Jesse's dick resting in my mouth after swallowing his load, he says, "I talked to some of my peeps and.. they down... Solja gonna stop by tomorrow after lunch..." "Awesome, I owe him a favor too." One day I had seen how Solja had managed to get himself an extra pillow from a laundry cart outside the dorm and asked if he was ever able if he would get me an extra one. He said he would try and he did. I had an extra pillow, which might sound like no big deal but was actually REALLY awesome! The little things in here matter a whole lot. "Hehe.. Yeah you do huh?" "Yup. I'll make sure to pay him back with interest." "Haha! Yeah you better! I told them you a straight up bitch! You can take a dick! That they can do what the FUCK they want so don't expect them to be gentle and shit boy." "You know better than that." "Heh I'm just clowin' I know you like that shit bitch." *** A lot of the guys in here insist on going by these silly nicknames, and so was the case with "Solja," but that's what he went by so that's what I called him. His real name is Jordan (I'd seen it on his armband). He's 23 and he's a hottie too. Completely tatted up. Black ink (mostly) all over. Even the little face tattoos around his eyes. It's hard to tell what a lot of them are unless you really study him and I don't wanna ogle. Needless to say it's a very complex matrix of artwork. Too much time in prison I suppose... He's kind of the quieter type, comparatively speaking I guess. He's a little taller than Jesse, maybe 6'2" or so. Muscular but just slightly leaner than Jesse. He has kind of a paler white complexion compared to Jesse, who has a little more of an olive-ish complexion. Not ghostly or anything, more of a sexy Snow White kind of look. His eyes and hair are midnight-black which contrast starkly against his fair skin. His hair is cut in a low fade, blended in just at the edges. He has a very smooth body (I've seen him in the showers) with not a lot of body hair at all but a nice compact, thick black bush above the big piece of meat he was packing, which also had some sort of tattoo on it.. His buttcheeks are mostly spared from the tattoo needle and only have one little one on each cheek. I'm definitely looking forward to him stopping by. Jesse beat my throat in before lunch and so I had lunch and count time to recover some before I was going to be on my knees again. The guard announces that it's In and Out time and so he would soon be coming around to lock the doors. So here I am sitting in my cell when Solja comes in, sweaty and pumped up from his workout and ready now to flex cock. "What up?" he says to me. "Hey not much, did you have a good workout?" "Yeah..." We make some stupid small talk for a couple minutes and then the guard comes and closes the door, locking it. "Well shit.. you ready bitch?" he asks me. I don't reply and just hop down with my extra pillow. I place it in front of him and kneel down onto it. "Heh.. puttin' dat shit ta good use huh?" I nod. He takes off his shirt and I get a better whiff of his sweaty, tatted up body. "Just ta be straight up wit you, I'm gonna be rough and shit. I'm not tryna.. like.. be disrespectful to you or nothin' I just heard that you good wit that.. so..." "Yeah it's all good, you do what you want. As long as you're happy then I'm happy." "Aight I just didn't want any kinda miscommunication or nothin"." "You're good, don't worry about it." He takes off his pants and I can smell his strong masculine crotch odor coming from his damp boxers. He takes these off too and steps closer till his semi-hard prick is inches away and to my surprise... turns around, putting his smooth, tight ass up to my face. I realize what the tattoos were now too; a lipstick print on each cheek. "Lick my fuckin' ass bitch." he says commandingly. I quickly press my face up to his buttcrack and sniff the strong masculine odor coming from it. I'd never licked Jesse's ass (unfortunately he's one of those straight boys who guards his asshole like Fort Knox) but have gotten many good whiffs of his crack while sucking his cock and balls. Solja's ass smells a bit earthier and spicier than Jesse's does. Somewhat muskier but perhaps not quite as vinegary and tangy smelling I think to myself, getting giddy enjoyment from comparing their asscrack smells. I pry his cheeks open slightly. He has a nice lining of thick black hair in his murky, sweaty crack. I move my nose right up to his asshole and take a deep and audible whiff. "Smell good?" he asks sarcastically. "Mmmm hmmm!" I sniff the stink of his dirty butthole just a moment more, he told me to lick it after all, not huff his buttstink all day. I gently kiss his greasy asshole, feeling it stick to my lips. Then softly lick it, tasting the strong, salty taste of his workout sweat. Then I slowly stick my tongue in, appreciating the gradual change in flavors and greedily start eating his ass really good, feeling like a pig in the fucking mud. "Heh yeah... Yeah EAT MY SHIT!" His ass isn't really shitty tasting or smelling, diluted as it is with his musky pheromones and sweat, but I oblige him nevertheless. I have a feeling that due to the lack of control in this place and constantly being ordered around like livestock by the guards (the majority of whom were total, asshole scumbags who were way worse than any of the inmates) really makes these guys want to do some of the controlling and ordering and insulting and I'm happy to be the lucky sissy bitch who receives it. I dig my tongue in as deep as I can and try and clean up any remnants of his morning dump and sure enough I'm rewarded with the bitter, soiled taste of his recycled jail food. "Yeah eat my fuckin' shit bitch!" I savor my position for a moment; my tongue buried all the way up a straight, white thugs sweaty, dirty shithole tasting the remains of the crap he took while my nose is buried in his thick, dank buttcrack hair sniffing his heady, pungent, musky funk. I'm a lucky faggot, I think to myself. A lucky fucking faggot... Feeling as if I had properly cleaned his asshole out and "ate his shit," like he commanded, I move my tongue to the bottom of his slick, hairy taint, right underneath his balls, and lick all the way to the top of his crack. I pull a couple of his buttcrack hairs off of my tongue and do it again... And again... And again. Trying my best to lick his whole crack clean. And apparently he's satisfied with my ass cleaning job, as he now turns around. His hard cock stares me right in the face. I get the impression it's like a bank robbers gun in my face, threatening me not to disobey it's owner. It's slightly longer than Jesse's but not quite as thick. I mean it's thick in proportion, just not quite as girthy as Jesse's meaty club is. It's smooth and pale like his body. Translucent enough to see the little blue veins underneath as well as the more obvious bulging ones wrapped around it. I can see now that the tattoo on the top of his shaft is a Playboy bunny. His dickhead is a little bluer than Jesse's lavendar helmet. His balls are big and hung nice but are more human looking than Jesse's, which look like they belong on a fucking bull. My appreciation doesn't last long because he grabs a tight fistful of my hair and presses the stout, juicy head of his cock up to my lips. He plunges down deep and hard and just when his dickhead punches into the back of my throat he slaps me right in the fuckin' face with his other hand! Not too hard but stinging slightly. The slap of an at-wits-end dad who slaps his unruly teenage son. He holds my head down on it with a strong grip and I appreciate my position once more while looking into his cold dark eyes; a hard, tattooed, thug boner buried balls deep in my faggot fuckin' head!!! He proceeds to fuck my face now, slowly at first then building up speed till he has a nice, hard fuck rhythm in place. His musky, thick, black bush pounds into my face like a fuckin' battering ram and he yells at me, "Sissy ass fuckin' BITCH!" and gives me another slap! His one hand grips a fistful of my hair so hard it feels like he's gonna rip it out of my head, while his other hand's cocked at the side of my head ready to strike me, like a viper waiting to strike at some weaker and more pathetic animal. Just as I manage to get into the zone, prepared to take his long, hard throat fuck... SLAP!!! "Pussy ass FUCK boy!" He hammers my throat hard like this for an hour with a steady rhythm, like some drilling contraption looking for oil. His fuck is more evenly paced and methodical than Jesse's. More of a machine than a wild animal. I can almost time when the slaps would come. My eyes are watering and I'm whimpering. But a life of serving straight cock and Jesse's daily, brutal face fuckings had prepared me to take his fuck like a true sissy faggot bitch. "LOOK AT ME!!" he suddenly yells at me. I'm staring into his damp bush as it steadily pummels into my face, hypnotized by it, but I manage to look up at him immediately. His tattooed face is slick with sweat and has a stone cold look on it. A sharp light glimmers in those sable eyes of his. Seemingly out of nowhere, I find myself imagining that if Jesse were an "Apollo" then Solja was definitely a "Hades." He pounds in steadily a few more times and then SMASHES IN!! HARD AS FUCK!!! I whimper into his hot, stiff pole impaled in my throat! Just as I feel the tell tale twitch at the base of his rock-solid, meaty cock and feel the first missile of hot jizz fire hard into the back of my throat he slaps the absolute shit out of me!!! "Swallow dat FUCKIN' NUT!!!" he yells at me, as if I had a fuckin' choice! My face stings as I feel his sizzling thug nut being pumped down my throat. I look up at him the whole time just as he commanded, his teeth are clenched and he's grunting. I try to swallow as fast as I can but he just shoots too fast and I gag! I pride myself on not gagging but shit... I'm only human, I'm not Super-Faggot, I think to myself as I choke on his spasming pipe blasting wad after wad of jizz into my head. I make a wretched, choking gurgle, unable to breath, and my head wriggles in his strong grasp. He reaffirms his tight grip with both hands and gives me a menacing look, as if to say, "Don't you DARE fuckin' spill it!" With all of my willpower I pull myself together and manage to gulp down all of his nut that had pooled up in the back of my throat and finally breath through my nose, once again inhaling the potent musk of his sweaty pubes which reinvigorates me. After draining his balls he pulls out very decisively and I get a taste of his cum. It's bitter and bleachy, but it's not at all bad. More of an acquired taste and one that I had. Like someone who can appreciate a more "adult," alcoholic beverage like a Martini or a Manhattan as well as a rum-punch or a Jack and Coke. He puts his clothes back on and plops down on Jesse's bunk. His business with me done. Not much later the doors unlock and he gets up to go. "I didn't meana hit you so hard at the end I was just so inna that shit dawg, my bad fo' real. You aight?" "Oh yeah! I'm fine.. It was hard! But it's ok, I'm ok really. It was fun, I'm glad you were into it. I wanted you to get into it and get what you wanted." "Well shit.. boy was right... You can take a dick." "Thanks, you can certainly give it," I blush. "Well Ima be back fo' sho'." "Anytime you need it. This throat is here for you." "Haha.. You seriously a fuckin' bitch dawg fo' real." "A total fucking bitch for you," I smile up at him. "Uh huh... be good." *** That night, with a tummy full of Jesse's nut, he informed me that the next day Jt would be stopping by. Jt (which is his name, it doesn't stand for anything) is a rowdy, rambunctious little hellion. At 18 he has an impish, boyish face that makes him look younger but a bunch of thuggy tattoos and attitude which make him look older, so that he ends up just looking his age. He has short, choppy blonde hair and eyes that veered toward the yellow side of amber, which are sexy but also kind of creepy looking. He is just a tad bit shorter than Jesse and he is skinny but very well defined... wiry even. He's also that type of teenager that you have to use a cattle prod to get into the shower, so he usually has a strong, teenage hormone sweat odor for which the other guys regularly bitch at him about. He also never wears socks with the knock off Crocs they gave us to wear, which meant that his feet always stink too, but he has that boyish attitude like he's proud of his stinkiness. He's full of swag and attitude but not a bad disposition. He's constantly laughing and cutting up. Always seems to be in a good mood and he's easy to talk to and get along with, the social-butterfly type. I've talked and played games with him plenty of times and I admit I find him very charming. I wait the next day in my cell, very eager for him to arrive. After the guard makes the announcement for In and Out he shows up. "Yo bitch," he nods up, winking at me. "Hey what's up Jt." "Umm.. Me in a lil bit haha!" "I hope so!" I smile at him. The guard comes and locks the door and I hop down with my extra pillow and kneel on it, eager to begin. "Haha! Are you serious?! You even gotta fuckin' knee pad and everything? You're like... a fuckin' professional and shit huh?" "All the better to suck dick for you my dear." "HAHAHA!" he laughs, making me feel proud of myself for my little quip. He takes his shirt off and I ogle his lean, hard, teenage body. He has a gorgeous little happy trail that leads down from his bellybutton, which is not quite an inny or an outy. A cute little button indeed. The reek of his pit smell envelops the room. "Strip down to your panties for me bitch," he says softly. I do as he says and strip down, blushing a little at how he refers to my boxers as "panties." "So... Solja was laughin' about how you liked the smell of his ass... So you like that? You like to smell ass?" "I do..." "You wanna smell mine?" "I would love to Jt..." his charm is irresistible. He drops his pants and boxers and puts his cute, firm butt right up to my face. I lovingly kiss his slick buttcheeks wanting to take my time. The odor coming from that sweet crevice is clear and obvious at close proximity. I kiss right at the top of his crack and then slowly place my face in it and take a deep whiff. The stench of it is so fuckin' intense! He definitely hasn't showered in quite a few days I think to myself, no surprise, and his buttcrack REEKS with days upon unshowered days of the scent of his tangy sweat, shit, musk and that strange, pungent, teenage boy smell. All to make for a very.. um.. unique odor.. surprisingly sweet and cloying and fragrant. Needless to say, I immediately fall in love with it. Hooked on my first hit. An addictive drug no faggot could possibly resist. "How's it smell?" "It's... un-fucking-believable!" "Be honest now... whose ass smells better? Mine or Solja's? I won't say nuttin..." "Being totally honest, I really like yours better. His smells great but I do prefer yours." "Shit. I haven't had a shower in like a week, I'm sure it stinks pretty bad though huh?" "I love the way it stinks!" "So you like it cause it's stinkier?" "Yeah.. pretty much. But I like your smell better too even if yours and his were both equally dirty. Honestly I think it's the best thing I've ever smelled in my whole life." I didn't want him to think I only liked his better because it was dirtier but because it was his (these tough, straight boys have such fragile egos). It was also the truth. "Well... I think I got a present for you then..." He goes over to my bunk and grabs my other pillow and takes my pillowcase off of it. He puts his hand in it and then reaches around and starts wiping his ass with it! After he makes a show of wiping it good, smiling at me with that devilish look of his, he pulls it out and reveals a nice collection of light, yellowish-brown skidmarks on it. "There you go... that way when you go to bed.. you can smell my ass all night long! Here.. smell." He puts it up to make nose and I make a show of really sniffing it good. "Thank you Jt!" I say, overwhelmed with appreciation for the present he just gave me. "No prob' bitch," he replies, all innocent and cocksure. He casually puts the case back on my pillow, blushing slightly. These straight boys don't often get admired like they should. Not by society or their families or even their girlfriends. After all, is there girlfriend going to tell him how beautiful he is all the time? Let alone be giddy over the smell of his stinky ass? Fuck no! On the outside I like to send these boys emails (not face to face) about how cute and sexy they are, but in a place this confined and face to face it can make them uncomfortable. You don't wanna layer it on too thick or too close, it's creepy. Less is more and all that. He comes back over to me and puts his ass back in my face. I don't need an invitation. I kiss his buttcheeks and then gently pry them apart revealing a light lining of blonde, buttcrack hair. I eagerly sniff his dirty, teenage, thug boy butthole, which stubbornly held his stink despite the generous wiping on my pillowcase. This boy is GAMY AS FUCK! Unable to hold back any longer I plunge my tongue in deep. I normally like to take my time but I simply can't resit! My tongue NEEDS TO BE in his dirty asshole! I'm ravenous and desperate to taste as much of him as I can, determined to completely clean out this boys grungy, grimy shithole before he leaves. I affectionately savor the harsh, rich, bitter flavor of his rancid hole, trying harder and harder to stretch much tongue in as far as I can. Trying as hard as I can to taste a weeks worth of the remnants of the healthy dumps he'd taken. I wriggle my head some to assist the effort, my face rubbing in his moist, stinky buttcrack hair. "I.. um... I think I might have another present for you if you want it..." "What's that?" I manage to ask after pulling my tongue out of his nasty, filthy asshole. "You.. uh.. you wanna sniff my fart?" "Mmmmm hmmmmm!!" "Ok... get ready for it..." I place my lips around his sweet little butthole and suck on it lightly and wait. "Yeah?? Tryna eat my fart??" I kiss his farthole and place my lips back on it, a sign of confirmation. I feel it flex a little... flexing... and then he blasts a solid and steady 3 second hot fart into my mouth! My cheeks puff out! I can taste and smell the stinky, cabbagey flavor of it as I huff it down inside me! Absorbing his essence. He is being so fucking sweet to me, I think to myself. Leaving his skidmarks on my pillowcase... letting me eat his luscious, exquisite fart... What a fucking honor! He's such a sweet fuckin' boy! I whimper, overcome with joy, and he giggles and says, "Did it taste good?" "So fuckin' good! Thank you SO MUCH!" "You're welcome bitch. You take care of me and I'll keep takin' care of you and we can take care of each-other," he says to me and turns around, putting his rock-solid hard-on in my face. It's a beautiful 7 inch fuck stick with a nice patch of blonde pubes above it and a nice pair of smooth nuts slung under it. The odor of his junk hits me as much as my admiration of it. His rod is creamy and smooth with not many visible veins. His dickhead is slightly pink but very close to the same color of his shaft giving it an elegant, streamlined appearance. Driven by pure, fag instinct I place my nose to his slick nuts and sniff their tangy odor. I move my nose to the intersection of his groin and nutsack and sniff there too. I lick underneath his soft balls, a unique little spot in that in that collects sweat from his ass and his balls. The tart, salty taste drives my tongue wild. I lick and suck on his briny ballbag and then put those juicy stones in my mouth and suck on them adoringly while I look up at his smirking face. "Yeah... Suck on those fuckin' nuts." I swirl my tongue around them and then with his succulent nuts still in my mouth I lick his taint. After cleaning his balls good the intense desire to have this boys cock in my mouth moves my lips up to his dickhead and lick the sugary sweet drop of pre-cum off of it. He grabs the base of his cock with one hand and and drools out a wad of spit that dangles down and lands on top of his mushroom tip. "Gettin' it wet for ya," he says with a puckish smirk. I place my mouth up to his head and slowly envelop it, allowing my lips to get coated in his spit. I slowly start to move down his shaft, his tangy spit allows my lips to easily glide down the velvety, soft skin of his hard boner. "There you go... Stick it all down in your neck..." he coaxes me. I take it balls deep just as he says to. "Yup... Cram your face right down into the bush." I take a big, deep whiff, inhaling the savory, full-bodied, musky odor of a straight, white, teenage thug boy's bush. I whimper into it, my brain overpowered by the accumulation of a weeks worth of his robust, hearty pheromones. He nods approvingly, still smirking, spellbinding me with those yellow, wolfish eyes of his. Indulging my silly comparison from before, I decide he's a "Hermes." He grabs me by the ears and using them as handles, he gently starts to pump in and out. "Oh fuck yeah... fuck yeah..." Pump by pump he builds up speed, driving those downy-soft, blonde pubes into my face, slapping those smooth nuts against my chin. He builds up more and more speed till he's panting and fucking my face like a jack-rabbit, quick and hard. Then he buries it in and holds me down on it with a tight grip on my ears. He grinds his hips into my head, rubbing his smelly bush in my face and I feel his dickhead massaging the back of my throat. "Yeah... Good girl... Good fuckin' girl..." he says to me reassuringly before doing a few slow pumps in and out. He places one hand on the back of my head and the other under my chin and slow fucks my mouth for a bit. His soft moaning is like music to my ears and I feel so good that he is enjoying himself so much. "Gonna drop this nut in ya mouth pretty fuckin' soon." "Mmmmf hmmmf," I reply with his cock pumping in my head. "When I nut don't swallow just yet ok?" "Mmmmf hmmmf!" He starts fucking my face fast and hard again and after a few moments he cries out, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck bitch.. Ima nut.. Ima fuckin' nut! Ima... NUT!! UUURRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He grabs the base of his shaft with the hand that was under my chin, his shaft half way in, his dickhead right on my tongue as rope after rope of his hot jizz shoots onto it. His eyes are squeezed shut and he's moaning slightly as he continues to flood my mouth with his delicious, thug boy nut. His cum is sweet like fruit juice and it doesn't just taste good as far as cum goes but just in general. Like it could be a glaze on some meat or vegetable or a cocktail mixer. I let it fill my mouth up until his balls are fully drained. After his orgasm tapers off and he recovers he slowly pulls out, his hand is still on the back of my head and he kneels down beside me. "Let me see that nut," he says. I open up wide, showing him my mouth full of his gooey jizz. He smiles at me warmly. "Swirl it around with your tongue." I comply, swirling his fat, fertile, delicious wad around with my tongue. "Yup... Savor the flavor." Savor it I do, cherishing every single drop of it. "Taste good?" "Mmmmm hmmmmm!!!" I nod, almost frantically. "Good. Good.. Now... Go ahead and put my babies in your tummy." I gulp his hot, heavy load down into my tummy and it coats my throat as I do so. "Good girl." He stands up and ushers me up too and hops up onto my bunk and pats his hand down next to him. "We got some time to kill... you wanna like... rub my feet or somethin'?" "Sure." I'm kind of glad that he didn't last as long as the older boys so I could get to do this for him. His feet are beautiful. Maybe like a size 11 and kind of wide. Not like paddles or anything, but I do wonder if he has to buy the number size with the "W" next to it. I also notice, oddly enough, that his toenails and fingernails are clipped. He apparently isn't totally immune to hygiene. I begin to massage them diligently while sniffing their extremely sharp, yeasty, funk. After making sure to really do a good job releasing some stress in his foot muscles, working his arches good and stretching his toes out I decide it's time to see what they taste like. I start by sucking on his pinky toe, then licking the space in-between and eating his funky, cheesy toejam, then sucking the next one. As fondly as if I were sucking his dick. When I had one foot complete I managed to stuff all of his toes in, which wasn't too easy (like I said he has some wide feet) and suck on all of them at once before moving on to his next foot. He has a peaceful serene look on his face the entire time. Once he's dressed and ready to go and the door unlocks he tells me, "I wasn't really surprised when Jesse told me it was you. I thought you were lookin' at me a certain way before..." "Honestly, I kind of was. I think you're really cute and charming." "If you were a bitch I'd fuckin' marry you." I giggle a little bit, blushing. "No.. seriously. I really would," he has an almost sad look on his face like he's genuinely wishing I were. "I know.. If I were a girl I'd marry you too. Life isn't fair that way I guess," I give a little frown and shrug. "No.. it's not. I mean.. shit I don't really care if you don't got titties and shit. No girl has ever made me feel like that.. I mean.. I aint gay but I like what you did and if you liked it too then it's a win-win. I'm gonna give you my phone number and email that way when we get out we can still meet up.. if you want?" "Definitely! I'd love to do that. I'll give you my info too." "Fuck yeah. I like how you like to be nasty. I like bein' real nasty. I never knew a girl who didn't want me to take a fuckin' shower first, let alone fartin' and shit. I wasn't really sure how you were gonna react to that but I had a feelin' you might like it.. I was already hard from you lickin' my ass but to be honest when you ate my fart it made my dick swole' as FUCK..." "My panties got soakin' fuckin' wet..." "Haha! Damn baby, fuck yeah! Well come see me if you wanna chill or play cards or somethin'." "For sure, I'll get up with you." "Aight baby I'll see you later," he winks at me, blows me a kiss and starts heading out. "Later...." *** /// Thanks again for reading! Many thanks to those who have emailed their support and helpfulness and kindness as well. I try to always resond but if I missed anyone I do apologize. Comments are again always welcome! ///