“Go ahead, I don’t think it matters, long as you don’t touch it.” He spread his legs wide and I hefted his balls as they hung in the crotch. They were hot and damp, but heavy with a thick gnarled twist of backed up jism. “Mmm, squeeze ‘em easy”, he muttered. I cupped them and rolled them inside their thin sac, then closed my hand around their soft resistance and tugged gently. He breathed faster and his legs lifted higher. I let my knuckles rub hard into the ridge beneath his balls, just above his ass hole. He gasped. “Ahhh, that’s good!” His legs spread wider and his knees came up offering fuller access to his ass. I climbed over between his legs and hooked my arms beneath his legs. “Let me rub my cock under your balls, just... oh, yeah!” I found the pocket and slipped my wet cock head back and forth along the hot channel. His legs came up and wrapped behind my back. He lay his head back and shut his eyes tight. Hey, if he wasn’t stopping me, who would? I leaned my head down till I could lick at his nipples and tease them with tiny scraping bites. I could look down and see his cock still pointing up at me, still hard. I thrust my dick harder in longer strokes, until I was sliding over his ass hole with every lunge. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed, his face twisted up in an angry mask, but he still didn’t try to stop me. I got one hand free and spit a palmful of saliva, reached down and rubbed it in his groove. He was slick from my pre-cum ooze. My middle finger slipped inside his hot hole and he clenched his ass around it. I waited for the muscle to relax before I plunged in deeper. He bucked up against me with a quick intake of hissed breath. I shoved as deep as I could go, searched for the hard round shape of his prostate. There! I found his spot and rubbed with frenzy. His cum shot out in a blast that covered my chest and his. He tried to pull me tighter to him and moaned with released pleasure. That’s the time. Right after orgasm a guy is buzzed and relaxed. My finger pulled out and my cock went in almost before he knew what happened. I made three quick strokes in his tight virgin ass and shot with a spewing eruption that made his grip on my cock slick and smooth. I kept stroking, slower but deeper. He lifted his butt and began to pump up to meet me. My face was slimed with his jism and I rubbed it over his chest. I got my other arm out from his grip and reached up to spread my hand across his face. He kissed my palm and then sucked a finger inside his lips and chewed on it like a baby at a nipple. My erection was sliding away and a backstroke finally brought me plopping out into the cool night air. I collapsed on his belly. We lay still. When we were both breathing easier, Butch rolled me off him and sat up. “Hey”, I said. “Don’t say nothing, okay? Don’t tell nobody.” He was too quiet. “Well, hell, no. This is just between me and you, man. Nobody’s business, you know?” I tried to put an arm around him, but he shrugged it off, stood and went to the basin and began washing off. I liked going to sleep with jism drying all over me. I rolled over and was out like a light. I woke next morning with a grin I couldn’t get rid of. I tried. Butch was already dressed. “Miss breakfast if you don’t get your ass in gear!” He grunted. I talked, Butch grunted. It was the pattern for the day. I didn’t mention sex, of course. I complained about the food, the weather, and the boredom. I told him about the best and worst cars I’d ever owned. I told him about the dog I had as a kid, about my favorite movies ... but I kept talking. He finally told me a story about his boss, a hard ass nazi that was never satisfied with any job. He told me about his high school girlfriend that left for college and never came back. By suppertime we were agreeing on the sorry state of the world and the hopelessness of working for a living. All rich people were assholes and all politicians were crooked. Hey, a regular friendship, you know? Some kind of barrier was down between us. Sex does bond people, in strange ways--any kind of sex. After supper we were playing gin rummy. We sat on each end of my buck with the cards laid out between us. Well into the second game I noticed his shorts were not buttoned up at the fly. He was sitting cross-legged and the gap was spread wide with his dick in plain view. I stared because he had been so shy about it. He noticed my gaze. He grinned. “Yeah, I know. Seems a little late to hide it from you, now.” I chuckled, and then laid down my gin. What a change, huh? Just yesterday he was hiding like a virgin. Well, come to think of it, he was a virgin till yesterday! I was more surprised that he made reference to our “secret”. Most guys don’t want to talk about it. They act like nothing ever happened as long as the lights are on. Several times through the day I had to bite my tongue to stop from saying anything about last night. “It’s about shower time, ain’t it?” I stood while he was shuffling the deck, shucked off my clothes and hung a towel around my neck, then I sat back down, legs wide, and picked up my cards. “Yeah, Dawley always forgets”, then he dropped his drawers and grinned at me, absurd in his pride. He sat back down, no towel. “So, uh, you feeling brave, are you?”, I smiled at him. “I gotta get over it, sometime, right? If I get a hard on, Dawley will think it’s your ass doing it.” The irony was amusing, we both laughed. It did start to stiffen up even though I tried not to look at it. “Damn it!” He muttered. He got up and grabbed his towel. “Hold on, we know how to get rid of it.” I grabbed his cock and pulled him closer to where I was still sitting. He got the idea pretty quick and moved nearer my face. I wasn’t so fast, this time. I kissed and licked the wide shaft and slowly moved my lips down over the flared head. He didn’t go soft at once. It lost just a little of it’s hardness, but stayed firm. I was able to suck the whole length down in my mouth and press my lips right up against his pelvis. He made a few stabs at hip thrusts and it finally lost all energy and collapsed into a soft mass. He withdrew. “Sorry, I thought it was going to really last, that time.” He looked defeated. “So? It was good while it lasted”, I laughed it off. “That was the point, to make it go down, right?” “Well, yeah, but it’d be nice to really do it, sometime.” “You, will, my man! Don’t sweat it, you will!” I grinned mischievously. “You really think so? You think I can ever get over it, the problem?” His face was a poster for hopefulness. “What? Are you kidding? All you need is a little experience. You’ve been soaking in your fantasies and fears so long it makes you crazy. When you was telling me about it, you talked about a lot of drinking. Did you know alcohol is a depressant? Any problem you got is gonna be worse when you drinking. See? In here you haven’t been drinking anything so the situation gets better. After you been in here for a couple of weeks you’ll be raping the guards, screwing snakes, hell, you’ll wish it never got cured!” He laughed, a great relieved kind of laughter. “Hey, I’ve already been in here two weeks. You better cover your ass, tonight!” “Hey, Buddy. For you, I’d make an exception! I’ll bend over for you anytime! Damn, wouldn’t that make Dawley jealous as hell? I mean, to come back here and catch us with your cock up my ass? He dreams about it!” “I though you didn’t like it, you said..”, Butch looked confused. “I’d do it just for you. I mean, hell, it feels good even if you not into that stuff.” “It does?” He was watching me close. “Hey, anybody comes when they get their prostate massaged. It’s a mechanical thing, got nothing to do with being a sissy or anything.” I knew it was bothering him. He was worried because he got a nut when I fucked him. They always got worried about that, thought they might be queer and just didn’t know how to say it. “Your dick don’t care who sucks it, it still feels good. Prostate’s the same way. Massage it and you come, simple as that. It don’t know if you’rr fucking or getting fucked, just knows it wants to spurt. Hell, it ain’t got no brain, man.” “You saying any guy who gets fucked, he likes it? That can’t be true!”, Butch snorted at my wisdom. “Not the same thing. I say any guys who gets fucked Right will come, that’s all. Sometimes they don’t’ like being on the bottom, makes ‘em feel weak and they want to be in control. Like me. I always like to be in control. I like to be the one doing the work, I want to be the star, I guess. I’m a competitive guy.” “But it’s kind of nice”, he sort of stuttered, “To let someone else do the work. I liked just laying there and letting you do everything, like it wasn’t really my fault, you know? I wasn’t doing anything, you was just doing it to me.” He grinned, “Does that make me a sissy?” “Man, I wish you’d get off that sissy issue! Sissy is about how a man carries himself, not about what he does in bed. You are the most butch man I know, guess that’s why they call you Butch, right? You’re all man, stop worrying about that shit!” About then Dawley comes down the hall from the office, hollering about how we better get off our butts and hit the shower. He was a little surprised to find us both naked and waiting for him. “Yell all you want, Red Neck, you still late as usual!”, Butch told him. “Well, well. Ready for the shower or was I interrupting anything important?”, Dawley leered. “Nawh”, I told him, “we finished already. We always fuck right before shower time. You should have got here ten minutes ago, man. You could have watched Butch packing my fine ass with his big hog sticker. Deputy, this guy’s a maniac!”, I winked at Butch, he ducked his head and grinned. “Yeah! I knew it!”, Dawley’s lip curled up and he looked mean, “Everybody goes for the big muscles, the looks! Don’t matter if I got 12 inches, I ain’t pretty enough! Come on, I ain’t got all night, move out!” I guess I really pissed him off. Butch took a showerhead near mine and when Dawley got on the walky-talky he asked me, speaking low, “He really got 12 inches? You seen it?” “It was soft, I don’t know how big it was.” I told him, “I didn’t really care.You want to see it?” “Well, yeah, I guess so. I ain’t never seen a 12 incher, before. My buddy, Donnie? He’s got about ten inches and it sure gives me a charge to see it stand up and swell out. I like to watch, remember?”, the big ol’ muscle man grinned shy as a little boy. “Okay, you gonna see it!” I laid out the plan. “You wash my back and make it look good. You don’t have to fuck me. I don’t want you putting it in, just make it look like you doing it. It’ll get Dawley hot and I’ll suck him off while you watch from behind my ass, okay?” Butch nodded his agreement, he was already getting on a hard, just thinking about it. My brain was working overtime, I’m wondering if Butch could keep it up from the thrill of watching me suck Dawley, even though his dick was rubbing between my legs. I hoped the lack of pressure to perform might let him withstand the touch of my skin on his dick. “Go ahead, give it a shot.” I turned around and faced Dawley, gave Butch some cover. He started soapin’ up my back and I didn’t have to fake the look of pleasure on my face when I felt his dick bump into my ass. The guy was sure hard! Dawley noticed what we was doing and he told somebody he’d call back, later. I smiled at him and winked. He got up and came over to the door of the showers, leaned on the doorframe and rubbed at the long ridge growing down his leg. I stepped forward, out of the splashing water, Butch stayed tight against my ass, still rubbing my back and pressing his belly to my backside. “I’ll just be goddamn!”, Dawley told us, “I knew you guys was making it! Hit that round ass, Butch, punch it good!” He unzipped and it took him some squirming around, but he got his long poker out and sticking up where he could stroke it. I felt Butch grip me tighter and one hand comes around to grab my dick. Dawley’s cock is growing red and getting longer. “Shit!”, he says, “You boys are gonna make me shoot a load!” “Come over here, Deputy, let me have some of that beef. Butch won’t mind sharing, will you, buddy?” “Come on, Dawley. You stick it down his throat and we’ll try and bump heads in his belly!”, Butch was losing some of his shyness. Dawley jumped at the invite! He opened up his pants and dropped ‘em to his knees. His skinny legs made that big cock look even bigger! He had the balls to back it up, they swung between his legs like a couple of oranges. His old country face was split with a grin from ear to ear! “Here you go, Pretty Boy. Gobble this goober!” I bent down low and pressed my ass back on Butch. The deputy’s dick poked my nose. Son of a bitch was a whopper, all right. I felt Butch soften as I ground my ass on him, shit! He couldn’t take the contact! But right now, I quit worrying about him and just grabbed the deputy’s dick and got me a mouthful. Butch bucked into me and I grabbed the big cock with both hands, to keep my balance. Dawley grabbed my shoulders and shoved against my face. I turned my head sideways so Butch could see. I pumped that big pole and sucked for all I was worth. It was throbbing and jerking right away, ol’ Dawley must not been getting much action! He was grunting and moaning. I didn’t want to eat his cop cum so I kept stroking but moved my mouth off center, licked down the side of the head. He kept pumping, near the trigger but not over the edge. I reached down and squeezed at the big balls and he spread his legs and gasped loud! I got a hand in under there and shoved a finger up to feel for his bung hole. Damn, he really shivered when I touched it! He even squatted a little, to push down on my finger! I got in about a half inch and he blew the stack! He cum all over my neck and shoulder and he was shuddering like a man struck with lightening! Just then, I felt Butch’s dick climbing up the inside of my leg. The sight of the whopper shooting off was really turning him on, strong enough to overcome his fears of performance. In a few seconds he was sliding a hot hard bone between my legs and I trapped it with tight squeezed thighs and let him slide in and out of the warm soapy grip. Dawley was real nervous about getting caught. He kept looking over his shoulder while he wiped off and pulled up his pants. “Come on, Butch. You can fuck him all night. Let’s get out of here, I’m late for break, Henderson will come looking for me!” I stepped quickly aside and gave Dawley a view of Butch’s big boner. “Jesus, Butch! I didn’t know you was hung like that! Everybody figured you was hiding a little toadstool!” Butch glowed with the praise. He was looking so damn proud; I wished he really could fuck me. But my main thought was to get his legs back up in the air. Tonight I wanted to show him how I could ride! I wanted the big lug begging for more. Back in the cell, we played around with the cards, both of us grinning whenever our eyes met, just waiting for lights out. “Hey, Devin, thanks for what you done. You got real guts, ain’t cha? Son of a Bitch! That Dawley got a god awful lot of dick, ain’t he? Jesus, ain’t nobody ever gonna let him fuck ‘em with that thang!” “You right, there, partner! It’s a sight like a freak show, but I sure like our normal size better. Well, you a little bigger than normal! But not too much, just right!” I planted a quick kiss on his shoulder, just a show of affection. “You make me feel good about myself, Dev. I don’t know how you do it. But I sure appreciate it. I know I never felt so easy with anybody else.” His hand stroked over my chest, gentle. “No mystery, Butch, I just like you, that’s all. You’re a cool guy. Good looking and built like a fucking tank!”, I grabbed his bicep and squeezed, “And you treat me nice, man. Not a lot of that going around! I ain’t never been real close to nobody, either. Something about trust, man. I trust you, you trust me. What about Donnie? He’s a friend, ain’t he?” “Yeah, a good friend to have a good time with, you know? But I couldn’t never talk to him or nothing. Guys like him, they always looking for something to get over you, they make you keep up your guard, you know?” “He might feel the same thing about you, Butch. Maybe he keeps up a guard for you, too. Might be, you guys could find some way to connect, without all the armor, you might be surprised how much alike you really are.” Butch laughed a little, “He ain’t like me, that’s for damn sure!” “Think about it.” I told him, “He wouldn’t be playing that peepshow game with you unless he was getting a kick out of you watching.” “You think?” “What do you think? Maybe he just don’t wanna let you know how much he likes having you watch, he’s afraid you’d think he’s wierd. He just calls you a pervert to keep you off his case! What if he can’t even get it up unless somebody is watching?” “I’ve wondered about that. He always wants me around when he’s fucking, even when I don’t ask him. You saying he just uses the girls to get me watching him so he can get off?” “He wouldn’t be the first guy to do it! Why don’t you ask him, sometime, for real. Let him know it’s safe to talk to you, let him know you understand stuff like that.” “Know what I been thinking about? In bed? I’m thinking I’d really like to watch you get Donnie all hot and then poke it to him! You pretty enough, I bet he’d let you!” “Butch? Let me give you a new fantasy: How about all three of us together, and your hands touching everything, and maybe tasting a couple of things? And how about me fucking Donnie while you suck his...” “Naw!” He interrupted me, “sounded good till that part. I don’t think I could suck Donnie, not and still face him next day! He’d be holding it over me forever!” “Damn, Partner! There you go, worrying about what other people will think! Fuck what he might think next day, hell, he might want to marry you!” He started with a grin, then it broke out into a laugh. “Who cares if he likes it, would YOU like it?” “Aw, I donno’, maybe. I wouldn’t have to stay hard to do it, would I?” “Hey, sex is sex. Don’t matter if you giving or receiving. You want to stay on the side lines or you want to get in the fucking game?” He hugged me and grinned. “I’m pretty sick of just warming the bench, coach. Let me play!” Lights out. The cell went dark except for the dim glow from the hall. I swept the cards to the floor in one sweep of my arm. Butch laughed. I grabbed the big shoulders and tackled him to the sheets. His hands went sliding all over me, grabbing, feeling, squeezing. Nice! I slipped a leg over across his thigh and he pulled me on top of him. His dick was firm and pinned between us. I hugged him and kissed his neck, then his cheek, then let my lips glide quickly across his mouth. His heated breath on my lips was tantalizing. Then he planted a light peck on my cheek. I brought my lips back to his, ever so light, just a moist brush. He met my mouth with a hungry attack! God, it was a small shock, exactly what I needed! We plastered face to face and our tongues wrestled for position. I sucked his tongue and his legs came up around my back... when I thrust into his mouth, he sucked on mine and pushed his hips up, rubbing his hard-on against mine. I was shaking with tense desire. “That’s so good!”, he gasped, “So good!”, and pulled my mouth back to his. Oh, yeah, he had definitely been on the bench too long! He was almost thirty but hot as a teenage kid! A grown man with all the newness, the sense of wonder of a shy boy. This was a guy who didn’t even know what it was like to let himself go, to just feel the sensations without thinking and worrying. He was learning fast! I fought my overwhelming desire to mount him and plow into that new pleasure, to end it quickly with a flash of sparks. I wanted this to be for him, he deserved a full serving of all the enjoyment two people could give each other, the taking and the giving. I knew I could last a long time and I figured he was hot enough for two or three nuts! I climbed higher on his body, though he tried to hold my dick down against his. I lay my chest on his face and when he began kissing it, I moved a nipple to his mouth. He went for it. He sucked and chewed at my tiny raisins, tried to get as much flesh as possible in his ravenous mouth. I moved higher, grabbed the headboard and pulled up to offer my flat belly to his lips. He licked, he kissed and tongued my navel and tried to get his face lower. He was ready and letting me know. The bunk overhead was confining me. I got high enough to let him brush his lips on my wet cock and he lapped up the flavor, tried to suck on the little he could reach. I pulled suddenly away and he tried to pull me back. No, I swung off the bunk and quickly turned around, head to his feet. He had to slide down in the bed to get us lined up, then he grabbed my dick in his fist and stuffed it in his mouth. No doubt left, he’d wanted to do this a long, long time! His little moan was almost like a whimper, he was so happy to let it go, let go the mask, the cover. He sucked me with more hot passion than I could ever remember feeling! He was so intent on his newfound toy, he wasn’t even thinking about his own pulsing boner, jabbing my face with his contortions. He was wet and leaking, swollen and hot. I wouldn’t use a hand, the grip might recall his past failures. I just opened my mouth and let his cock slide across my lips. I licked up with a quick flick. He didn’t fade! Hell, I think he was so busy he didn’t even notice! I played with his balls, slid a finger into his warm channel, touched his puckered hole. He bucked, tender and quivering. I worked the juices into the hole and fingered him till he was opening and slippery, shoved two fingers in and began a serious assault! Just when he picked up the rhythm and combined his lip movement with my fingers, then I let his cock slide inside my open lips to ride with our bucking movement, back and forth over my tongue. He stayed rock hard and even thrust a little harder! It was making little spasms, now, jumping against the roof of my mouth and he sucked me harder, jerking me with his fist and grabbing my butt to squeeze me tight. I gently closed my lips over his cock head as I plunged my fingers deeper and faster. He moaned with my dick in his mouth, vibrated my sensitive tissue with the low, throttled sound. I dug my fingers to the bottom, touched the firm prostate and gave his cock it’s first hard gripped suck, all the way down and plunged the head into my throat. He pulled off my dick, struck by the terrific sensations coursing through his body, He gasped a loud lungful of air, moaned and shot out a pulsing spurt of cum that seemed to coat my insides with the taste and the texture of him, thick and gooey, musky and masculine to the max! He flopped back and little chuckles escaped between his gasps for air. “Oh, my god, ohmygod, ohmygod!” His laughter went suddenly loud and raw. The dark cell reverberated with his release of pure joy! He was climbing around, trying to get me right side up in his arms, but hugging any part of me he could reach. At last he found my face and kissed me and gathered me up, stood and pranced around the tiny room with me in his arms. “Hey, put me down, Damn it! Put me down!”, I fiercely whispered. I pounded on his back. “You’re a fucking lunatic! Shut up, would you?” But I was laughing, too, happy and so damn proud of him it swelled my heart to busting! jackertoo@aol.com
