I tried not to listen. I made a determined effort to avoid looking in
anyone’s eyes and I did my absolute best to vanish into the background of
any gathering. Aside from addressing the guards as respectfully and
obediently as humanly possible, the only other people I spoke to were my
cellmates. At first I found Bernardo, the guy in the bunk above mine, so
creepy and repulsive that I could hardly stand to be around him. He (or
she as Bernardo, excuse me, Bernadette liked to be called) stood 5’4” and
weighed under a hundred pounds. Eyebrows plucked out and painted on in
ridiculous shapes, pock-marked skin and some missing teeth were all
accentuated by his swishing, limping, perpetually talking faux-female
persona. About the only time he ever shut up was when he had our other
cellmate’s cock shoved down his throat. Even then I could hear her moaning
and slurping, crying out in pain or pleasure, from across the small room.
I tried not to listen. Patrick, who was a good-looking, normal appearing
(although somewhat intimidating) felon, would occasionally taunt
Bernadette by playing with his exceptionally big dick while taking a piss
in the cell toilet or by jerking-off very slowly in his bunk where both of
us almost had to watch him. Every few weeks I’d hear a “pssst!” from
Patrick’s side of the room and then Bernardo would clamor down and sneak
across the tiny space to service that monster tool. It was mostly sucking
but every so often I’d hear spit being hawked into Patrick’s palm and the
squealing and grunting as the diminutive Chicano accommodated that
pumping, pounding prick anally. Our cell, the entire cellblock really,
reeked of spilled spooge every night. I tried not to listen to all of the
moaning and the creaking bedsprings of the entire prison wing by focusing
only on the sounds made by my two companions. The smell of their sweat and
their orgasms filled my nostrils. The hushed, hurried demands and
instructions of Patrick as he sought release and the mewling compliance of
the Bernadette character emitted from the darkness only a few feet from my
ears. I’d sometimes steal a glance in their direction just to check if the
actual act was what I imagined it to be from the noise. Patrick caught me
staring more often than Bernardo did. Bernardo would proposition me
sometimes but I always declined because I wasn’t into that sort of thing.
He’d pester me, insisting that since I was masturbating anyway that he’d
be glad to do all of the work and take my load. Once I had to physically
push him away from me and shout that I didn’t want him touching me.
One night a guard shone his flashlight on the two of them while they
were fulfilling each other’s needs. The harsh light lingered on Patrick’s
grinding rump for a few seconds. From where I was watching I could see the
thick barrel of his dick shaft as it swirled and poked into Bernardo’s
wriggling butt. Like animals, they were too caught up in the heat of the
act to stop when the guard interrupted them. All that he said was, “Keep
it under the covers, faggots.” and walked away after they had wrestled the
blanket over them. That was one of the times Patrick caught me looking.
In August Bernardo was severely stabbed in the cafeteria by another
effeminate prisoner with whom he had been feuding. They rolled up his
mattress and Patrick and I waited for his replacement, both of us hoping
it wouldn’t be one of the mentally disturbed types. A few weeks later the
entire prison was put on lockdown because some inmates had escaped. We had
to spend the whole day in our cell. They brought sandwiches and we were
told to wash up using only the tiny sink in our cell. All reading
materials and personal items were removed and the only thing we were
allowed to keep besides one pair of pajama bottoms each was a bible. It
was not a good time.
Four days into our lockdown, Patrick, who had
become very fidgety and irritable, got up from his bunk and stood next to
the metal toilet with his enormous prick hanging out. He kept shaking the
length of it and skinning back his foreskin, obviously trying to encourage
urination. I watched him with some trepidation; it was easy to imagine
someone going nuts during a lockdown. Finally he gave up and crossed over
to my half of the cell. He hung on the bed frame where Bernardo used to
dwell and sighed. Patrick’s cock, slightly engorged from his efforts,
swayed into the shell I considered my own territory. I pretended to read
the Good Book and not the roadmap of veins crisscrossing his sizable
member.
“I miss our buddy, Bernardo.” Patrick said. “He was a pesky
little freak but he sure knew how to get the scum from my balls. The fag
knew how to worship cock. Mine is pretty big but he could take the whole
thing. Just thinking about it is getting me hard. See? My cock is growing
bigger just talking about how Bernardo handled it.”
I was fixated
on the gradual lifting and fattening of his dick as it occupied more and
more of my personal space. It was getting so hard and so close. I put down
the bible and tried to adjust myself so it wouldn’t get too close. I
cleared my throat a few times and realized that my own boner had sprung
from my drawers when I shifted. I gulped and stared.
“You must miss
him too. Even though you never let him suck you off I know that you got
into it watching us. I’d see you jacking off and watching him service me.
Did you ever want to touch my cock?” He said in a low, singsong voice.
“All those times he was playing with my meat, didn’t you ever want to try
it out yourself?”
I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. I
felt a drop of pre-cum dripping down my hard-on.
“My cock really
responds to attention. It’s almost totally hard now with me just talking
about Bernardo doing it and you checking it out. See how the head is
trying to slide out from the foreskin? I’m pretty comfortable up here so
would you mind just skinning it back for me? Just push that extra skin
back until it hooks on the rim. That way we can both see it good.” Patrick
was speaking in a gravelly whisper from above. “Touch my cock, David.”
“Why would I want to do that?” I asked my throat tight and my words
strangled.
“Because I’d let you.” He answered, thrusting his pelvis
further into my region.
“I’m not like that” I said feebly.
“Who said you were?” he replied.
“I have a girlfriend on the
outside.” I pleaded, tears welling in my eyes as my hands approached his
offering.
“She’s not here.” He mouthed silently.
I thought
I’d just ease the foreskin passed the ridge of his crown and then I’d
stop. Then I figured I just feel the heft and circle my fingers around
shaft to measure the girth. I would have to stop after I just touched it
that much. Otherwise I might have to do it again and again. Patrick’s
words droned on somewhere over my head.
“Ah, that feels nice. The
foreskin leaves a slippery build-up, right? But it don’t taste bad or
nothin’. I like it when the knob is all wet and shiny. You like my balls
too, huh? Yeah, go ahead and squeeze them if you want. Lotta juice in
there. You ain’t tasted any of the good stuff yet. Right? Mmmm…..you got
the whole tip in your mouth now. Suck it gently while you stroke the
shaft. I’m gonna push it a little deeper in your mouth, just an inch or
two. Yeah. That’s okay. You’ll choke on it and gag the first few times but
with practice…that’s the way. Leave your cock alone! Don’t touch it!
You’re so horny that you’ll shoot before you finish me. It’s only my cock
you want to be happy. Yeah, I’m going to hold your head and ride it in.
Don’t worry about breathing; I won’t leave it in there too long this first
time. There you go, Baby. See? You got most of my cock down your throat
that time. That was good, right? Bernardo used to lick around inside my
foreskin just like that. Is that where you got the idea? You been dreaming
about this for almost a year now, thinking about your lips on my cock
instead of his? Gulp it down, Baby; let’s take it all the way down this
time. There you go. Suck. When it’s lights out tonight you can come to my
bunk and suck it again. Get it all nice and sloppy so’s I can give it to
you in the ass. You want that, right? You want my bone up your backside,
laying beneath me at night, getting filled up with my cock. You came, huh?
Not even touching your stuff, just enjoying mines. Ill finish up soon.
Keep sucking. The guards hardly even come checking on us during lockdown
so you’ll have plenty of time to love my cock. I’m shooting now, Baby.
Swallow it down. Swallow it all down.