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Bunk Buddies

by Donnie Bellew

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“Aw, Pearson, you fuckin’ dumbass, don’t talk like that. They can’t help it. Tell you the truth, I always liked fags on account of gettin’ raised by my Uncle Bennie. He was the only family ever made me a home, only one didn’t run out on me or slam the door in my face. Hell, you know the only letters I ever get is from him. When you start cussing fags, you talking ‘bout him. It ain’t right.” I tossed in my hand and got up, paced the four steps to the door and back, just to get my legs moving. “Hell, I didn’t mean nothing, Jack. I’m just talking about Bo. He pissed me off, that’s all. Don’t see why they got to rub it in everybody’s face. Your uncle, does he wear lipstick and shit?” Pearson shuffled the cards, “Come on, you gonna play or what?” “Naw, deal me out. I’m sick of cards.” “Deal you out? Motherfucker, you think I can play by myself?” “Fuck you, Pearson. Play solitaire, or beat your meat, I don’t give a shit! I ain’t in here to entertain your ass!” “Quiet down over there, red-neck!” from the next cell over. “Fuck you, you skinhead asshole!” I yelled back. Yelling felt good. Sometimes I wanted to scream ‘til somebody made me shut up. Boredom is a killing thang! “Come on, Jack,” Pearson tries to keep the peace, “Wanna play gin? Spades? Sit down, would ya? Your pacing makes me crazy!” “Move your ass over.” I flopped down on the bunk, kicked my feet up beside him. He shoved over. It was my damn bed, anyway. I dropped my voice back down to a conversational level. No use starting trouble. “Bennie ain’t the sissy kind. You know Vondale? Kitchen detail? Uncle Bennie’s about like him.” Pearson peeled off his t-shirt. “I never was sure if Vondale was a fag, he’s just quiet. He’s all right. Least he don’t shake his ass and paint his fingernails.” “You just pissed at Bo ‘cause he’s giving it to Harvey.” I grinned, “You still hate Harvey, don’t you?” “The bastard tried to rape me. I ain’t about to forget!” he stood up and dropped his pants, kicked them off, lit a cigarette. “Yeah, light me one. Don’t see why he wanted your scrawny ass, anyway”, I laughed. “Here you go”, he handed me his smoke, lit another. He leaned over close to my ear and spoke low, “If it’s so scrawny, how come you always checking it out?” “Get out of here!” I laughed and shoved him back, stood up to get ready for bed. We heard Bryson coming around for head count. Pearson climbed up on his rack until they passed, then moved back down to the foot of my bed. We usually talked quietly another hour after lights out, everybody did. Hope seemed almost possible in the dark; the bleakness faded a little. When I’d stripped to my shorts and laid back down, he stood up to take a leak. Everybody’s ass looks flat in baggy boxer shorts. Pearson was thin but not skinny. I watched his butt as he peed, tried to make out the shape and curve of flesh behind the wrinkled cotton. Boredom does that, makes any stimulation interesting. He laughed. I glanced up in the mirror; he was watching me look at his ass. “See what I mean?” “Fuck you!” I muttered. “You’d like to!” He killed the reading light and curled, cross-legged, by my feet. I handed him my cigarette butt, he tossed it in the can. Voices carry because of the hard walls. It gets quiet and you can hear three cells away if you just lay still and listen. So I raised up and leaned over close to him, cupping his ear. “I fucked Bo”, I whispered, then flopped back down. “Shit! You lying!” I just lay there, hands behind my head, grinning. “Gimme room.” He squeezed into the space between me and the wall. The bunks are narrow, but I slid over toward the edge and he lay on his side, chin up on a fist, right under my arm. We put our heads close so we could keep it down, have some privacy. Privacy is a major luxury, always welcome. Touching, too. It’s a nice feeling to be touching somebody. You make excuses to do it when you can. His chest touched my side when he breathed, his warm belly pressed my hip and our legs slipped together down at the calf. Naked skin to skin. Rare. It’d been a long time. I was pretty much aware of the stirring under my shorts, lying on my back like that. If I got a bone it would be plain to see. “Okay, tell me!” he whispered. “When?” He tapped my chest insistently. There was no other space for his arm, he let it lay there. “Back in spring, I guess, before he moved in with your ex-buddy, Harvey. He kept following me around. I tried to be friendly but I didn’t want none. Hell, he was fucking everybody! He finally cornered me in the library and played with my dick, got me hard. So I figured I’d just let him suck it. Brother Lucas was in there not ten feet away. Hell, he knew what was going on. Bo got down below the bookcase level, out of sight, but he just teased me and got me hot. He wouldn’t make me cum. Lucas kept looking over our way but he didn’t leave his desk, didn’t ask me where Bo went to. Next thing I know, Bo got his pants down around his ankles and he’s bent over, sticking his ass up against me. He’s already greased up. He comes prepared! So I stuck it in him, easy. He’s loose as a damn bucket! The bitch, he cum soon as I put it in and hit about three strokes and then he’s pulling up his pants, all finished. He got his nut and to hell with me. He was out of there!” “Jesus! Left you standing there with your dick in your hand? What an asshole! You let him walk away?” His hand shifted on my chest and brushed the sensitive hairs around my nipple. I was already getting a hard-on but I didn’t care if he saw it because he was sprung against my thigh with a hot prong! I reached down and shifted my bone up where it was more comfortable. Pearson’s eyes followed my hand, he didn’t comment, though. What could he say? “Yeah, I let him walk away. It wasn’t him I was after. Brother Lucas saw Bo leave and he grinned at me. I asked him if he had any Kleenex and he pulls a box out of his desk and brings it over. He’s surprised I still got a hard on, and he watches while I wipe the Vaseline off. That’s what I really wanted, a chance to get him.” “No, you didn’t fuck the chaplain!” His cock throbbed against my leg and I felt the little, cool place where he was leaking. I put my hand on back of his and kept talking but eased his hand lower on my chest, real slow, down to my stomach. “Hell yeah. I always thought Lucas was cute as he could be, figured he was way too sweet to be straight. He’s just got to be careful, his job and all. But I had the hots for him. Never thought he’d do it until he kept still while Bo was fucking around with me. I really don’t think he was going to do anything that day. I figured he didn’t trust me not to go talking about it. So I got to thinking if I done something for him, something he knew I wasn’t going to tell, then maybe he’d do me? You follow?” “Yeah, I got you. If you tell anybody, then he tells ‘em you did him, too. Did it work?” His hand moved without me pushing it, lower over my navel until his hand was right up against the knob of my cock. I reached down and scratched at my leg, sort of an accident that my knuckles rubbed along his shaft. His breath was hot in my armpit. “Sure, it worked. He wanted to do it just as bad as me. He only needed to know I wasn’t about to use him and go bragging about it. You know how some guys are.” His hand moved gently against my knob; it was wet and he worked the slick cotton back and forth over the sensitive tissue. “My arm’s going to sleep, let me get it down.” He squeezed back to the wall while I worked my left shoulder, lay back on the pillow and let my arm go down the warm channel between our bodies. In the shifting of our positions, I managed to spread my open fly, let my dick slip out and point up over the waistband. My hand, down between us, cupped into a tight trough for his cock to slip into. When I squeezed, his palm moved down to cover my dick. His head came down on my shoulder. We didn’t say anything, then. Just lay there, groping each other. He slipped his fist around my shaft and began stroking, so I tried to get my hand inside his shorts. He pushed them down to his knees, kicked them off. That’s when it got really hot, with him naked. It would be impossible for us to back off now. We passed a point of no return. He tugged at my waistband and I lifted my hips, let him strip them off. As he bent down to pull them loose from my feet, his cheek brushed my cock and I felt his hot breath on my balls. I knew, then, I knew: He wanted it just as bad as me, wanted it all! .............Jackertoo@AOL.com

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