Hey, tell me something. That cop that arrested you, did he get it up? You know, did he get a bone?” I thought Butch was asleep. He’d been lying on the upper bunk for an hour while I read. “Hell yeah”, I answered, “he was real turned on. Dripping wet and ready, the son of a bitch!” Butch laughed, a deep and slow rumble in his chest. Then I watched the bottom of his mattress shift with his weight as he rolled toward the wall and went quiet, again. He was a weird one. When the deputy shoved me into the cell, back on Saturday morning, he told Butch I’d been picked up at the I-65 rest stop for soliciting sex from a county sheriff. Butch thought it was a great joke. For two days he’d been asking me about it over and over. He was in for assaulting the cop who stopped him for drunk driving. That was his great joke, “Fuck ‘em or fight ‘em, they gonna put you in jail either way!” He didn’t seem to particularly hate cops, just thought they were always in his way when he wanted to be free to do whatever the hell he wanted. Jail time was just a nuisance, a sort of penalty “time out” for a while, and then he went back to work. He drove big machinery for construction, claimed he could get a job anytime he wanted to work. I guess I resented that about him more than anything. I always had a hard time finding a job and then an even tougher time holding it. Nobody much wanted to hire a gay man. I could act straight enough to get hired sometimes, but on the job somebody usually figured it out within a couple of days. My most recent job lasted three months, cashier in a seven-eleven. That was long-term employment for me. Then a teen-age kid on the night shift decided he wanted my day job. He asked me to swap. When I turned him down, he went to the owner and told him I tried to grab his dick. So, I get fired and the kid gets my day shift. Hey, life ain’t fair, right? Who you think the owner’s gonna believe? So I’m broke and unemployed, thumbing my way south and away from the cold weather when this guy drops me off at the rest stop and leaves without me. Hell, I drove for him a couple of hours while he napped, then he didn’t need me anymore, so he dumped me. I was looking around for anybody looked friendly, to beg change for the candy machine, when this older guy started looking me over, checking me out. He wasn’t bad looking, tall and well built. I figured him for a married closet case looking for some quickie romance, you know. He nods his head toward the john and smiles at me so I follow him inside and there he is at the urinal with his dick out. He’s stroking a big boner and turns sideways so I can watch. I go over to the trough next to him and he says to me, “How much to take care of this for me?” “Huh?”, I say. I’m not sure if he wants me to pay him or what. You never know what people got in mind. “Come on, man. I need a blowjob real bad! How much you charge?” He had this real desperate intensity, like he really needs it and it was killing him to ask. “Shit, I donno, dude. Not in here!” I’m looking around, thinking somebody might come walking in. “Where’s your car? You buy me something to eat, maybe give me a lift, I’ll do you good, okay?” Then it’s all slam, bam, thank you, mam! He’s grabbing me, putting me on the floor and cuffing me, feeling all my pockets and my crotch while his red dick is still hanging out! He felt up my cock a little too much, I think it pissed him off that I wasn’t hard. He rolled me over, face up, and knelt over me with his cock right at my lips. “Yeah, I’ll give you something to eat, punk, and I’ll give you a ride, too, right to jail!” If his beeper hadn’t gone off then, I think he was about to stuff it in my mouth, seriously! But he went kind of purple in the face and his cock started to droop as soon as that little beep sounded. He wheezed as he climbed to his feet and put his dick away before he checked the beeper. For some strange reason, Butch loved the story. I donno what part of it got him off but he kept asking about it every couple of hours. I had to go see some judge in a few days, find out how much time I would pull. Butch said I would probably get off with probation which meant I was suppose to stay in this ass-hole state another six months or so. Fuck that. They let me out of here and I’m in Florida before dark. They can keep me on papers a hundred years, I’ll never cross their damn state line again, guaranteed! Sure, it was entrapment, but you think the judge is gonna believe me? I hate fucking westerns, okay? But it’s all Butch has got. I read anything rather than walk in small circles, so I read Canyon Massacre, chapter nineteen. Shit. Butch is tossing, restless. He dropped his feet over the side of the upper bunk and jumped down from his ivory tower. “Dawley!”, he bellows like a ship captain. “Dawley, get back here and let me out!” He peeled his tee shirt off and tossed it on his bunk, dropped his baggy white boxers, peeled off the dirty white socks. He managed to keep his back to me, like I’d be watching? Then he yells, again. “I need a shower, Dawley, get your ass in gear!” He stood in front of the barred door and pressed his face to the side, tried to see down the hall to the guard’s station. From his waist down to mid thigh was pearl white. His ass stood out in contrast to the rest of his sunburnt and tanned body. His feet were pale, too. He must work in shorts or cut offs. His massive shoulders were darkest, a deep mahogany that faded to lighter fawn color down his back and his sides. The cut at his waist was a hard line of brown over milky white. Nice ass, no hair. These blond guys almost never had hairy butts. I heard the door open at the end of the hall. “About time! I figured you was asleep, Dawley. Was you dreaming about me? You gimme a smoke and I’ll let you watch me shower.” He looked over his shoulder at me and winked. With all his talk, he still grabbed a towel and covered his dick before he stepped back for Dawley to open the door. Dawley was a true red neck, hill-billy. A gaunt string bean frame with big ears and a long nose over a wide, always smiling mouth. His blue eyes had a wide open flat stare that might mean he was dumb or might mean he had no heart at all, hard to tell. He had big old hands and huge feet and a very interesting bulge that looked like a flashlight hanging down the inside of his left thigh. Jesus, that hick was hung! “Come on, pretty boy”, Dawley pointed at me. “You get a shower, too. I ain’t coming back in here tonight. You keep Butch company. I’ll give you both a pack of squares if you drop the soap and let me watch. Come on, I ain’t got long ‘till break.” “Okay, okay!” I jumped up and quickly stripped off my shorts, I wasn’t wearing anything else. I took a towel from the shelf and stepped to the door before I realized both of them were watching me. They glanced at each other and grinned. “Nice ass, pretty boy. You better keep an eye on your roomy, Butch. I’ll be trying to move in and cut you out!” Dawley laughed. “Now you see why Rottenham pinched him?” Butch asked, “He probably got pissed when the kid wouldn’t put out for him.” They laughed and both tried to not look at me as we walked the short distance to the showers. I liked the attention, so I stepped out ahead of them and gave an extra sway to my walk. I just put the towel across my shoulder and gave them a good show of young high ass. They didn’t talk much. I didn’t have to look back to know they were staring at me. Men always did, even when I had pants on. I just happen to have one of those perfect, fine, pear shaped asses. Women get jealous. Priests start saying their Rosary. I can silence an entire gym of sweaty men just by doing a few push-ups in my red satin shorts! But the irony is I don’t get into catching. Funny, huh? I mean, hey, I’ve tried it. But it never gets me off. I get a charge out of being top man. I like to ride. All that beautiful ass that follows me around is just false advertisement. But I do get a power trip from seeing men stare, slack jawed and wanton. I love to see a great big cock, all charged up and ready. I even like to smell and taste of them. But nothing like lifting a man’s legs over my shoulders and pumping his ego into a whipped cream frenzy! You just can’t tell a book by its cover, you know? I may look for all the world like a bone hungry twink, but I’m a stud boy in disguise. Lot a guys get a big surprise when they finally, at long last, get me into their bed and find out, the hard way, what they brought home! See? The poor guys don’t think they want to let me fuck them, they thinking they just gonna bust my ass. But when they get a few drinks, get relaxed and really turned on? Hell, then they do about anything to get a nut. I don’t even care about the sissies. I ain’t looking for a ready and willing fuck. I like the challenge of fucking a guy that don’t even know he’s that kind of a guy! Let me climb in bed with him and before he can say, “I don’t do that”, he already did! Butch took the showerhead at the far end, as far from me as he could get. Dawley sat on a bench and pulled out his walky talky, kept up a conversation with somebody while watching my every move. I put on a nice act for him. I soaped up and turned so he could see every angle of my body. Butch glanced over his shoulder a couple of times, but he stood facing the wall the whole time. I realized I had not seen his dick in the two days and nights I’d been in here. He always managed to keep it covered. I started to wonder what he was hiding. When I cut off the water and started drying myself, Dawley stepped back in the lavatory section and motioned me over with a wave. He went to one of the urinals and called me over, “What’s your name, Devline, something like that?” “Devin. Devin Campbell. You can call me pretty boy, I like that!” I smiled at him, wondering if he was really getting friendly or just about to rape me. He unzipped his fly and pulled out that god awful whopper! Geeze, it kept coming and coming. Looked like a foot long sausage! It was uncut and wrinkled brown. Jesus! He watched my reaction with a grin, then turned to the urinal and splattered the porcelain with a stream of piss like a fire hose. “I just wanted to let you know”, he told me, “If Butch ain’t got enough to keep you happy, well. I’m here. You know?” He squeezed it and shook it off, turned back to me with it laying across his hand and drooping down. “This ain’t nothing, wait till you see it get hard.” It took a major effort for him to get it back inside and hanging down his leg. I kept my mouth shut. He was free to think whatever he wanted to think, but it might be dangerous to my health to tell him I’d rather fuck his skinny ass than to take his pride and joy. He wouldn’t understand, you know? And what did he mean about Butch not having enough? Is that why he keeps it hid? Is he ashamed of it? Just then, Butch came out of the shower with his towel securely in place. “Hey, what you guys doing?” “Nothing”, I told him, “Just another cop with secret desires for hot punk sex. It’s a weakness, comes with the job.” Butch laughed, Dawley didn’t. Dawley says, “I ain’t got no secrets, pretty boy. Hell, I’d fuck you with my momma watching!” Then they both laughed. “Lights out in ten minutes.” Dawley checked his watch as he hurried us into the cell and slammed the door. “And I’m on break til then, so keep it down, okay?” I picked up my dirty drawers and started washing them at the lavatory. I didn’t have a spare pair, so I’d have to sleep naked. Butch sat on my bunk in his towel. He had extra drawers, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to get dressed. I kept wondering what he was hiding, so I noticed that he sat with his legs apart. If I had a reason to bend down I could look up under his towel and see his business. He was watching my ass. “You like my butt, huh?” “Hell yeah. It looks just like a woman. Dawley showed you his cock, didn’t he?” “Well, he kinda waved it around, made it available, yeah. It’s a hog nose monster! Them hill-billys grow ‘em like corn cobs, don’t they?” “Are you gonna do him? You gonna give him some ass?” “You fucking kidding?”, I turned to him with a look of amazement. “You gotta know what I’m thinking about cops right now! The only way Dawley is gonna get any of my ass is with his tongue! He can damn well kiss it but he ain’t gonna fuck it while I’m still alive, I guarantee you!” He laughed. Butch liked that. “He might just kiss it if you let him. He wants it that bad. I’d love to watch whatever you guys do. After lights out, call him back here for something. I’ll stay up top and pretend to be asleep. Man, I’d give anything to watch you go at it. I don’t do nothing, myself, but I love to watch.” He had a shame faced look, like he didn’t want to admit it. I wrung out my drawers and hung them up on the towel bar. “How come you don’t do nothing yourself? I mean, hell, nothing wrong with looking but it’s lots more fun to get busy, ain’t it?” “Well, I got this problem, see? I always been real shy about my body. I can’t keep it up, you know? Not if anybody touches it. Aw, you wouldn’t understand. Fuck it.” He started to get up but I sat beside him and grabbed his arm without thinking, pulled him back down. “Wait, man. If you got a problem you need to work on it. Don’t let it eat up your life!” I wondered if he would take offense at my hand on his arm but he didn’t. He settled back and sort of hung his head. Weird. Butch’s strutting arrogance was his most noticeable feature. This was like a different guy, shy and ashamed. “Nobody understands. I can’t help it! I always been this way. Anybody even looks at my dick and I get all excited, and hard as hell. I can even get it off just by having somebody look at it. But if anybody touches it, wham! It’s gone. I only fucked a woman one time and I was so damn drunk I didn’t even remember it. She said I did it, you know, next morning? But I was really blasted.” “That’s why you keep it covered up all the time? You get turned on just if somebody looks at it?” I thought that was the wildest thing I’d ever heard. “Yeah. I can’t even piss in public, not when anybody’s standing next to me. That’s why I like to hear about the sheriff, it sounds like me, getting hard while you watch.” He grinned sideways at me. “All this time, I figured you had such a tiny cock you was ashamed to let anybody see it.” I looked down at his towel and noticed the growing lump down there. Evidently, just talking about it excited him. “It ain’t no monster like Dawley, but it’s plenty big enough. That ain’t the problem. I’d be happy with a little short dick if it worked like it was suppose to! See? It’s starting to rise up just ‘cause you looking at it through the towel. Touch it. Go ahead. Just lay your hand in my lap and watch it go down.” I couldn’t resist the experiment. I very gently let my fingertips run along the growing ridge beneath the white terrycloth. It was pretty hard, about seven inches long and thick, a nice dick. I felt the warmth through the towel. At first, it jumped suddenly at my touch and Butch gasped a short bite of air. His excitement was contagious and my own cock rose up between my legs. But after just a few seconds of fondling, the nice cock shriveled under my hand, became a soft mass of warm rubbery flesh. It was sort of insulting, as though my hand wasn’t good enough or something. “Shit! You wasn’t lying! It always does that?” “Always. Pretty stupid, huh? I don’t never even try to have sex anymore. It’s too damn embarrassing. I got this buddy outside, Donnie. He kind of helps me out but he thinks I’m a pervert. We get a motel room and go to a bar where he can pick up some whore. We all drink a lot and then go back to the room where he fucks her while I pretend to be asleep in the next bed. It’s how I get off. Kind of pitiful, but it works.” As we talked, Butch kept looking at my cock. He could hardly help noticing that it was standing up. He grinned at me. “You got a pretty good tool, there. You got it both ways, don’t you? Back and front?” “Yeah, but I like the front best. Forget about my ass, it’s just for show. I don’t get into bending over.” “Now you kidding me, right? An ass like that and you don’t even use it?” He was actually surprised. “Don’t seem fair, somehow.” “How about you? You got that nice cock and you don’t use it. Is that fair?” We laughed. He said, “I guess fair ain’t got much to do with it, huh?” He shook his head and stood up. “It time for lights out ...” “Wait, Butch. Come on; let’s talk some more, man. You really got me interested. You like to take off that towel and let me look? Go ahead. Dawley ain’t coming back here till shift change. We got an hour.” “Sure, if you can look without touching. I’d get a kick out of it.” “I’ll try”, I laughed. “Let me see! Hell, you’ve been looking at mine for ten minutes!” He pulled off the towel and sat back down, this time his thigh was touching mine. He put the towel across his knees, like he wanted the cover close within reach. Perfect timing. Just then the lights went out! “Aw, hell.” He muttered. “It’s all right.” I was almost whispering, now. “Enough light comes in from the hall. Your eyes get used to it pretty quick.” “It’s already getting hard”, he told me, “just from being naked next to you. You know? I feel better just knowing you don’t want me to fuck your ass. That was worrying me. I was afraid you’d want me to do something I couldn’t do, you know? I can sort of relax now that I know you ain’t expecting the impossible.” “Sure, relax! I like you to be turned on; it turns me on, too. But no way am I going to want your cock up my ass, okay? Don’t even think it!” “No pressure? I need that! Something about the pressure to perform is what all the books say about it. Hell, I’ve read everything I could find on it. I do get nervous about how I would measure up, if I actually could keep it hard. I mean, I don’t have any experience, you know? What if I kept it up but was a lousy fuck, anyway, and couldn’t satisfy anybody?” “That’s the kind of thinking that got you into this problem, man. You gotta stop worrying about how you gonna please somebody else and just think about how good it feels to you! Hey, I was wondering. What happens if you touch somebody else? If you touched my cock, would yours go down?” “I don’t think so. I know I can make out with a woman, feel up her tits and everything and stay hard. It’s just when she reaches for dick, it goes away. Tell you the truth, I never touched a man, before. You know, touched a guy’s cock? I don’t know what would happen.” “Well, here. Let’s find out.” I took his hand and pulled it over in my lap. At first he just let it lay there, his knuckles against my shaft. Then he moved his hand and let the back of his fingers rub me. “It feels weird, man. I donno’. Kind of scary, but I’m still hard so I guess it’s okay.” He grasped my cock and slid the skin up and down in a slow jack off movement. “How’s that? Does that feel good?” “Shit! It feels wonderful! Damn, I ain’t had a nut in three days. You keep that up and I’m gonna shoot in your hand!” He laughed low and quiet. “Feels pretty good to me, too. I like the feeling of power. You got a hot dick, man. I think it’s getting wet.” He rubbed his thumb over the tip and smeared the juice around my tender head. “Ohh, Butch. God, that feels so good!” I lifted my hips up and began hunching against his fist. “Slow down, I don’t want to come for a while. Let’s make it last a long time, just enjoy the feelings, okay?” He laughed, again. “What a trip! I could make you come if I wanted to, couldn’t I?” “Hell yeah! But please don’t, not yet.” He really liked the control, if I could just keep him feeling that power, no telling what we could do. “I want to taste of your dick, Butch. Just want to feel it in my mouth. Okay? It don’t matter if it goes soft, it’ll come back up when I stop. Lay back, there.” I pushed him back on the bunk and dove for his dick. He didn’t resist. I made it a quick slurp. I just gulped the hard shaft and planted a wet kiss on the tip and before he could react, I quit and stretched out beside him, wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into his neck. “Wow, I’d forgot how good sex can feel. Getting busted had me depressed, I haven’t felt this good in months! Mmmm.” Butch hugged me back, pulled me close in the dark. “Feels good to me, too. I’ve wondered if it would be different with a guy. Lot of times I wanted to tell Donnie to skip the woman and try stuff together. I didn’t know it would feel this good or I would’ve already tried it!” “Here”, I raised up from him, “You lay still and let me look at you.” Our eyes had gotten used to the low light. Butch’s body was dim but I could make it out. The white areas of his skin, especially, stood out. By contrast, his darker cock and the fan of pubic hair were obvious. His erection was sagging, but still there. “I won’t touch it, I just want to look at it, now.” I assured him. It began to stir, then to lift from his belly. “It’s beautiful, Butch. A damn fine tool! Anybody ought to be glad just to get near it. Can I lean close and smell it?” “Yeah, I think so”, his voice was thick. I was careful not to get too close, I didn’t want to spook him. I leaned down to about a foot away and studied the shy instrument. “You got a real big head on it, and a wide crown. I’m glad it’s cut, something about uncircumcised meat don’t look right. Guess that’s because I’m cut, myself. Your balls are bigger than mine, they look like eggs in there!” “Really? Are they bigger than yours?” He rose up on his elbows to look down at himself. “Yeah, they’re huge, man! Can I lift them? Just to see how heavy they are? I wont touch your dick.” Continued in part two
