MarknNY
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Doing time in the county jail is the worst kind of time there is. You ain’t got shit while you’re in the county jail, no t.v., no radio, no canteen, no yard, nothing. The county jail is way worse than prison unless you’re a scary motherfucker that’s never been there before and thinks you’re going to be jumped by a bunch of black dudes or something. You can always tell who is who in the county jail because the squares are crying and begging not to go to the joint, while the more experienced dudes just can’t wait to get sentenced so they can start doing some more comfortable time. Waking up at 5 o’clock in the morning to go to court and shuttling between holding cells every morning only for it to be a dry-run two times out of five has a way of wearing on you, especially when the D.A. is trying to talk the judge into burying you under the jail for the rest of your natural life.
I was sitting in a section of our county jail that they call "Siberia" back in 1999. I say sitting because that’s exactly what I was doing, sitting around and watching my life go by. I had been in there for about four months when they rolled this little Mexican kid. Actually, he was Spanish or something. His name was Sebastian and the Mexicans didn’t want anything to do with him. He was so innocent. Not being around women for almost half a year makes you long for anything soft and feminine and in jail that can mean someone who just doesn’t walk around burping and farting all day. This guy had smooth skin and he was soft. There is just no other way to put it. He had a little baby fat on him and he was just soft.
He really wanted to fit in with the few of us who had been around the block a few times. He started working out with us, doing back-arms off the lower bunks and curling homemade water bags with us. He started spending a lot of time around me and I guess I was somewhat of a big brotherly figure to him. We were always playing cards or dominoes, talking, watching Springer on the t.v. we all shared. I would give him advice on his case and he would talk a lot about his mom. He was a good kid. Some of the other guys would tease him, imply that he was gay and stuff like that. But I never did. I was just killing time as I waited to get my case resolved. I knew I was going to get a couple years. The only question was how many.
Anyway, the stress started getting to me and I started pushing at the kid a little harder each day, getting into his story. I knew that his great unspoken truth was that he was, in fact, gay. His girlfriend was coming to visit him every week but I could tell that he was wrestling with his emotions. I started caring less about him resolving this wrestling match though and more about what he could do to resolve how hard my dick felt every morning when I rolled out of bed to eat whatever slop they were serving for breakfast. I kept playing with the kid, teasing him, getting in his head, sex-playing him. I didn't tease him out in the open like everyone else did. I did it when we were alone.
Eventually, I told him how bad I needed to get my dick sucked and that I had been sucked off by other guys when I was in prison before. I could see him hesitate and that was all I needed. His silence spoke volumes. I asked him if he had ever sucked a guy's cock before. He just whispered something I couldn't hear, like he was going to break down. I looked around to see that two of the other guys were off at court and one was taking an afternoon nap. I held his hand affectionately under mine and reached it down to feel the throbbing erection that was not so well hidden underneath my county jail pants. His hand didn't fight me so I reached it down underneath my pants. It felt wonderful to have my cock touch something else besides my own hand again. I made him grope it in his hand. I started stroking it into his fist and...then I heard keys clanging down the tier as the officer keyed our unit in to let one of the guys back in that had been off in court.
We just sat there in silence for a few minutes as the old man (it's amazing how many of the people in prison are old fucking men) ate a sandwich and crawled under his covers to get away from whatever bad news he had received in court that day. I motioned for the kid to follow me and went into the bathroom. I liked the kid but I had so much testosterone flowing through me at that moment that I might have slapped him if he hadn't followed me but, lucky for us both, he did.
I backed him into the toilet stall rather roughly and when he fell back so he was sitting on the toilet stall I pulled my dick out. I have a long Italian dick and I could see that this wasn't the first time he had looked a trouser-snake dead in the eye before. He was already licking his lips and then I just grabbed by the back of the head and made him get a good mouthful of my 8-inch cock. I was just face-fucking him like that for a minute or so when I got the feeling like I needed to piss something fierce. Getting your dick sucked when you have to take a piss is the worst so I pulled out of his mouth and dick-slapped him across the face. Then I told him to open his mouth. I felt like I was going to piss forever and I could see in his eyes that he knew what was coming.
He closed his eyes and started pissing in his mouth. My stream was shooting almost straight down the back of his throat and there was no hesitation in him. He swallowed it all like a pro. I was watching him swallow my piss like he was aiming to please me and it turned me the fuck on. I shook the last couple drips out into his mouth and then stuffed my cock back in. He was such a sexy little bitch. I wanted to hurt him. He was sucking me so perfectly, licking on my balls, sucking it like he was intent on being my girlfriend. My cock was all the way hard and I could hear him just choking a little bit when I would push it all the way in. I wanted his girlfriend to see this. I wanted her to watch me turn her boyfriend into a perfect little cocksucker. I wanted him to know that she was watching him suck a real man’s cock.
I shoved his head under and made him lick my ass. I knew he didn’t want to but I pushed him hard enough that he had no choice. I could feel his velvety little tongue work its way through my hairy ass crack and then I was back in his mouth, stoking the head of my cock up against his lips. He wanted it. I could tell. He wanted me to shoot a fat load across his face and that just made me want to hold it off even longer.
I made him bend over the toilet so I could rub my dick in between his smooth ass cheeks. It was hot to watch my dago dick sliding in between his smooth brown ass cheeks. I wondered if his girlfriend had ever imagined that he was a whore like this. I wondered if she had ever fucked him with a strap-on, if he had ever asked her to. I wanted to fuck him so bad, to just humiliate him, force his head into the toilet while I banged my 8-inches into his tight little ass. I wanted to make him tell me that his as was a pussy and that it belonged to me. I wanted to tattoo my name on his ass so when his girlfriend got him back she would know he was damaged goo,but I didn’t know how much time I had and I didn't want to get caught either.
"Does your girlfriend know what a good, little cocksucker you are?" I whispered.
"No," he moaned back, reaching down to stroke himself.
I pushed my cock in his mouth faster and harder. I gripped his hair in my hands and stood over him, pushing him back up against the toilet. I was deep-stroking, making him take it all. I was fucking his mouth, making him take every fucking inch. I was so hard. My dick ached for relief. I wanted to shoot my load in his mouth but I also wanted to see him slut for me, so I pulled my cock out and stroked it with one hand while I held his head in place with the other. His head was strained backwards and he was watching my cock as I stroked it. He licked his tongue out at it and I shot my first stringy load over his tongue and up his face. I shot one load after another. My knees fell weak and, still, I just kept
ming. He had my in his eye, in his hair, all over his face and in his mouth. I felt so drained and I just watched as he used his hand to finger every string of my into his mouth.
Just another day in the county jail!
I was sitting in a section of our county jail that they call "Siberia" back in 1999. I say sitting because that’s exactly what I was doing, sitting around and watching my life go by. I had been in there for about four months when they rolled this little Mexican kid. Actually, he was Spanish or something. His name was Sebastian and the Mexicans didn’t want anything to do with him. He was so innocent. Not being around women for almost half a year makes you long for anything soft and feminine and in jail that can mean someone who just doesn’t walk around burping and farting all day. This guy had smooth skin and he was soft. There is just no other way to put it. He had a little baby fat on him and he was just soft.
He really wanted to fit in with the few of us who had been around the block a few times. He started working out with us, doing back-arms off the lower bunks and curling homemade water bags with us. He started spending a lot of time around me and I guess I was somewhat of a big brotherly figure to him. We were always playing cards or dominoes, talking, watching Springer on the t.v. we all shared. I would give him advice on his case and he would talk a lot about his mom. He was a good kid. Some of the other guys would tease him, imply that he was gay and stuff like that. But I never did. I was just killing time as I waited to get my case resolved. I knew I was going to get a couple years. The only question was how many.
Anyway, the stress started getting to me and I started pushing at the kid a little harder each day, getting into his story. I knew that his great unspoken truth was that he was, in fact, gay. His girlfriend was coming to visit him every week but I could tell that he was wrestling with his emotions. I started caring less about him resolving this wrestling match though and more about what he could do to resolve how hard my dick felt every morning when I rolled out of bed to eat whatever slop they were serving for breakfast. I kept playing with the kid, teasing him, getting in his head, sex-playing him. I didn't tease him out in the open like everyone else did. I did it when we were alone.
Eventually, I told him how bad I needed to get my dick sucked and that I had been sucked off by other guys when I was in prison before. I could see him hesitate and that was all I needed. His silence spoke volumes. I asked him if he had ever sucked a guy's cock before. He just whispered something I couldn't hear, like he was going to break down. I looked around to see that two of the other guys were off at court and one was taking an afternoon nap. I held his hand affectionately under mine and reached it down to feel the throbbing erection that was not so well hidden underneath my county jail pants. His hand didn't fight me so I reached it down underneath my pants. It felt wonderful to have my cock touch something else besides my own hand again. I made him grope it in his hand. I started stroking it into his fist and...then I heard keys clanging down the tier as the officer keyed our unit in to let one of the guys back in that had been off in court.
We just sat there in silence for a few minutes as the old man (it's amazing how many of the people in prison are old fucking men) ate a sandwich and crawled under his covers to get away from whatever bad news he had received in court that day. I motioned for the kid to follow me and went into the bathroom. I liked the kid but I had so much testosterone flowing through me at that moment that I might have slapped him if he hadn't followed me but, lucky for us both, he did.
I backed him into the toilet stall rather roughly and when he fell back so he was sitting on the toilet stall I pulled my dick out. I have a long Italian dick and I could see that this wasn't the first time he had looked a trouser-snake dead in the eye before. He was already licking his lips and then I just grabbed by the back of the head and made him get a good mouthful of my 8-inch cock. I was just face-fucking him like that for a minute or so when I got the feeling like I needed to piss something fierce. Getting your dick sucked when you have to take a piss is the worst so I pulled out of his mouth and dick-slapped him across the face. Then I told him to open his mouth. I felt like I was going to piss forever and I could see in his eyes that he knew what was coming.
He closed his eyes and started pissing in his mouth. My stream was shooting almost straight down the back of his throat and there was no hesitation in him. He swallowed it all like a pro. I was watching him swallow my piss like he was aiming to please me and it turned me the fuck on. I shook the last couple drips out into his mouth and then stuffed my cock back in. He was such a sexy little bitch. I wanted to hurt him. He was sucking me so perfectly, licking on my balls, sucking it like he was intent on being my girlfriend. My cock was all the way hard and I could hear him just choking a little bit when I would push it all the way in. I wanted his girlfriend to see this. I wanted her to watch me turn her boyfriend into a perfect little cocksucker. I wanted him to know that she was watching him suck a real man’s cock.
I shoved his head under and made him lick my ass. I knew he didn’t want to but I pushed him hard enough that he had no choice. I could feel his velvety little tongue work its way through my hairy ass crack and then I was back in his mouth, stoking the head of my cock up against his lips. He wanted it. I could tell. He wanted me to shoot a fat load across his face and that just made me want to hold it off even longer.
I made him bend over the toilet so I could rub my dick in between his smooth ass cheeks. It was hot to watch my dago dick sliding in between his smooth brown ass cheeks. I wondered if his girlfriend had ever imagined that he was a whore like this. I wondered if she had ever fucked him with a strap-on, if he had ever asked her to. I wanted to fuck him so bad, to just humiliate him, force his head into the toilet while I banged my 8-inches into his tight little ass. I wanted to make him tell me that his as was a pussy and that it belonged to me. I wanted to tattoo my name on his ass so when his girlfriend got him back she would know he was damaged goo,but I didn’t know how much time I had and I didn't want to get caught either.
"Does your girlfriend know what a good, little cocksucker you are?" I whispered.
"No," he moaned back, reaching down to stroke himself.
I pushed my cock in his mouth faster and harder. I gripped his hair in my hands and stood over him, pushing him back up against the toilet. I was deep-stroking, making him take it all. I was fucking his mouth, making him take every fucking inch. I was so hard. My dick ached for relief. I wanted to shoot my load in his mouth but I also wanted to see him slut for me, so I pulled my cock out and stroked it with one hand while I held his head in place with the other. His head was strained backwards and he was watching my cock as I stroked it. He licked his tongue out at it and I shot my first stringy load over his tongue and up his face. I shot one load after another. My knees fell weak and, still, I just kept
ming. He had my in his eye, in his hair, all over his face and in his mouth. I felt so drained and I just watched as he used his hand to finger every string of my into his mouth.Just another day in the county jail!
