Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2018 02:56:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: A J <pompanobeachboy954@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight White Jailhouse Thugs - Chapter 1

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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.


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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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