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Lock Up
Officer Kelso rolled me into the jail about 300 AM. It was pretty quite due to the late hour. Booking went pretty quick. I didn't say much until the booking officer run his finger up my ass, and told me to cough. “Did ya like that “? was all I said to him. He handed me some orange stripes and told me to put them on. I shucked out of my street clothes, and slid into them, fixing my dick to hang low. He kinda looked at me and asked where were my shorts. I looked back at him, real dumb like, and just said “what”? He gave me a shove and said just go on. The next step was the shirt, and shower slides. I put on the slides, and carried the shirt in my hand. I was ordered to put it on as well, but asked if I could hold it, cause it was hot as hell in there. We arrived at the holding cell, and the officer said it was Ok about the shirt—several inside had shed theirs as well. There was one young looking punk sitting at the edge of one bench. I gave him a sideways kick and told him to move. He obliged—scared lil pussy, and I kicked back on the hard wooden bench, and proceeded to go to sleep.
Next morning came kinda early for me—someone yelling “breakfast” I decided to get up—could be a while till next chance for food. Nobody was talking much. There were six in the cell with me, I figured I wouldn't have any trouble cause they all looked to be younger punk types. Bunch of street thugs and dope heads. This one black dude asked me was I “Dillon” I replied “ya” and then he asked what was my sweet candy ass doin here in lock up. I just glared at him and said “I got ya candy right here dawg” grabbing my nuts and cockhead, forming an outline in my stripes, and showing off my well hung cock, now about halfway down my thigh. The black dude checked me out for a second, then replied with “pretty fly, for a white guy” I just grinned at him and said thanx for the compliment, now get off me. The dude persisted with “ahh dawg—I wasn't tryin to start no shit with ya—for real” I just responded with a hard right cross, and busted his mouth. Then grabbing him by the throat, shoved him against the wall. I then called out, kinda loudly “Aight listen up fags---I know you regulars think you smell fresh meat. But Im gonna tell ya one time—it aint happenin. You aint gonna fuck wit me, you aint gonna steal from me, and the next one that pisses me of will be choking down on 10” of horse cock. That's all Im sayin. I let go of black dudes throat, and re-claimed my “spot” on the bench, again stretching out on my back and throwing my arms up behind my head to form a makeshift pillow. I loved opening up and exposing my bushy pits, guess it was the a****l in me :)
Being the week-end, I knew there would be no seeing the judge till Monday. I decided to wait till then to call someone to come get me out, depending on what kinda of bond I got. Supper came and went—2 ham and chees sandwiches. Back to just chillin on the bench. In lock down you didn't have TV or anything like that. Couple of the dudes in the cell were just talking in low tone. Pretty uneventfull for the most part. I dozed off, and slept for a few hours, I guess. I woke up to darkness, and dead silence. Opening my eyes, I see the skinny runt I had kicked off the bench standing over me, just staring.
I turned my head and took a whiff of my pits. Pretty ripe again, and it made my dick twitch in the tight jail pants. I then pick up that skinny dude was rubbing on his dick—I grinned at him, figuring I know what's up now. Slowly I reach down and unbutton my pants, and un-zip them. I hauled out my half engorgeed cock, and just let it lay there on my belly. Skinny dude takes a look around the room, and it appears that everyone else was crashed out. He gets down to his knees beside me, and grabbing my cock with his left hand, goes down on my dick. Not too bad a cocksucker, he works up a lot of spit, and moves up and down my 10” shaft, taking as much as he could. He sucked hard on my young enormous cock, and it only took a few minutes for me to start tightening up. I grabbed the back of his head, and pushed him down hard on my dick. Blowing one of my awesome donkey loads into his mouth, he let a lot of my jizz run out of it. I pumped his mouth a few more times, then finally pulled out. He picked up his shirt, about to wipe up the jizz from his mouth and face, and I grabbed him by the arm. I shook my head back and forth, and looked him str8 in the eyes, and with a low tone just said “wear it” He did as I told him, and walked back to the other side of the cell, taking a seat on the floor. I guess he was looking for a “protector”, for when cell assignments came down on Monday. But I wasn't intending to be here more than a few days.
Monday morning finally comes, and we all go up to see the judge for bond hearing. I get off pretty light-$5000. That would make bail at only $500. I use my call and call up Mr. Wilson. I explained what happenend, and said if he could come get me out, I would give him a free mow. He siad ok, but it might be a few hours before he could get there. I told him that would be ok.
Back at the holding cell, an officer finally appears. He just shouted “aight—pair up” as he opened the door. I figured we were going to permant cells now---I pointed at skinny dude, and the officer took us to a cell and put us in. At least now we had a cheap cell bunk—better than a wooden bench anyways. I kick back as usual, just laying on my back. Skinny dude takes the bunk on the opposite wall. I doze off again—not much else to do in jail. I wake to the call of “lunch”, as a trustee comes by and shoves two brown bags between the bars. Skinny dude and me shove the two sandwiches down, then I get up to take a piss. Heaving my dick out of my tite pants was a releife, and I cut loose a strong, long piss.
I catch skinny dude checking me out again, so I walk back to my bunk, and again just crash on my back, but leaving my pants undone. I kick off my shower slides, and just chill, figure I would sleep again until Mr. Wislon showed up. As I expected, it didn't take long for skinny dude to wander over to me, and dropping to his knees, once again fished out my dick and started with some sloppy head. It felt really good, so I just lay there, enjoying the service. After about 15 minutes of head, I roll over on my side, and ordered skinny dude to lick my hole. He obeys my command, and pushes his tongue up into my hairy ripe hole. Sticking it in and out, I told him to put his whole mouth in my crack, and lick it up. He said I was ripe, and I told him ya, be glad I dont got to take a shit. I then grabbed him by the waist, and flipped him over onto the bed against the wall. I stuck my middle finger in his mouth and told him to suck it. He did as told, then I pulled it from his mouth and rammed it into his tite greasy hole. He let out a slight yelp, so I grabbed his mouth with my other hand. Turning him now to get underneath me, I shoved his head into the pillow, and with one thrust entered his hole, all the way to my pubes. He let out another loud moan, but muffled now by the pillow. I started fucking his ass hard, and relentless. Piece of jail ass, lol, wasn't going to pass that up—fuck no. I slammed his ass for several minutes, then finally unloaded in his guts. Lots of my junk came running back out his ass—making a mess on the sheets of my bunk.
I get off him, and grab him by the hair. Aiming my dick at his mouth, told him to suck me clean. He didn't like it, but again, did as ordered. Fully satisfied now, I walk over and take another piss. Figured I wouldnt make him drink it down as it might cause a big mess, and I didnt want my cell to smell of puke. I walk back over to his bunk, and crashed out againm leaving him to take mine with his mess on it.
After about an hour or so, Mr. Wislson finally shows up to bail me out. I give a thumbs up to skinny dude, and just said “check ya later” He calls back to me and asked “Dillon—where can I find you”? I tell him skate park—but no promisses.
Lock Up
Officer Kelso rolled me into the jail about 300 AM. It was pretty quite due to the late hour. Booking went pretty quick. I didn't say much until the booking officer run his finger up my ass, and told me to cough. “Did ya like that “? was all I said to him. He handed me some orange stripes and told me to put them on. I shucked out of my street clothes, and slid into them, fixing my dick to hang low. He kinda looked at me and asked where were my shorts. I looked back at him, real dumb like, and just said “what”? He gave me a shove and said just go on. The next step was the shirt, and shower slides. I put on the slides, and carried the shirt in my hand. I was ordered to put it on as well, but asked if I could hold it, cause it was hot as hell in there. We arrived at the holding cell, and the officer said it was Ok about the shirt—several inside had shed theirs as well. There was one young looking punk sitting at the edge of one bench. I gave him a sideways kick and told him to move. He obliged—scared lil pussy, and I kicked back on the hard wooden bench, and proceeded to go to sleep.
Next morning came kinda early for me—someone yelling “breakfast” I decided to get up—could be a while till next chance for food. Nobody was talking much. There were six in the cell with me, I figured I wouldn't have any trouble cause they all looked to be younger punk types. Bunch of street thugs and dope heads. This one black dude asked me was I “Dillon” I replied “ya” and then he asked what was my sweet candy ass doin here in lock up. I just glared at him and said “I got ya candy right here dawg” grabbing my nuts and cockhead, forming an outline in my stripes, and showing off my well hung cock, now about halfway down my thigh. The black dude checked me out for a second, then replied with “pretty fly, for a white guy” I just grinned at him and said thanx for the compliment, now get off me. The dude persisted with “ahh dawg—I wasn't tryin to start no shit with ya—for real” I just responded with a hard right cross, and busted his mouth. Then grabbing him by the throat, shoved him against the wall. I then called out, kinda loudly “Aight listen up fags---I know you regulars think you smell fresh meat. But Im gonna tell ya one time—it aint happenin. You aint gonna fuck wit me, you aint gonna steal from me, and the next one that pisses me of will be choking down on 10” of horse cock. That's all Im sayin. I let go of black dudes throat, and re-claimed my “spot” on the bench, again stretching out on my back and throwing my arms up behind my head to form a makeshift pillow. I loved opening up and exposing my bushy pits, guess it was the a****l in me :)
Being the week-end, I knew there would be no seeing the judge till Monday. I decided to wait till then to call someone to come get me out, depending on what kinda of bond I got. Supper came and went—2 ham and chees sandwiches. Back to just chillin on the bench. In lock down you didn't have TV or anything like that. Couple of the dudes in the cell were just talking in low tone. Pretty uneventfull for the most part. I dozed off, and slept for a few hours, I guess. I woke up to darkness, and dead silence. Opening my eyes, I see the skinny runt I had kicked off the bench standing over me, just staring.
I turned my head and took a whiff of my pits. Pretty ripe again, and it made my dick twitch in the tight jail pants. I then pick up that skinny dude was rubbing on his dick—I grinned at him, figuring I know what's up now. Slowly I reach down and unbutton my pants, and un-zip them. I hauled out my half engorgeed cock, and just let it lay there on my belly. Skinny dude takes a look around the room, and it appears that everyone else was crashed out. He gets down to his knees beside me, and grabbing my cock with his left hand, goes down on my dick. Not too bad a cocksucker, he works up a lot of spit, and moves up and down my 10” shaft, taking as much as he could. He sucked hard on my young enormous cock, and it only took a few minutes for me to start tightening up. I grabbed the back of his head, and pushed him down hard on my dick. Blowing one of my awesome donkey loads into his mouth, he let a lot of my jizz run out of it. I pumped his mouth a few more times, then finally pulled out. He picked up his shirt, about to wipe up the jizz from his mouth and face, and I grabbed him by the arm. I shook my head back and forth, and looked him str8 in the eyes, and with a low tone just said “wear it” He did as I told him, and walked back to the other side of the cell, taking a seat on the floor. I guess he was looking for a “protector”, for when cell assignments came down on Monday. But I wasn't intending to be here more than a few days.
Monday morning finally comes, and we all go up to see the judge for bond hearing. I get off pretty light-$5000. That would make bail at only $500. I use my call and call up Mr. Wilson. I explained what happenend, and said if he could come get me out, I would give him a free mow. He siad ok, but it might be a few hours before he could get there. I told him that would be ok.
Back at the holding cell, an officer finally appears. He just shouted “aight—pair up” as he opened the door. I figured we were going to permant cells now---I pointed at skinny dude, and the officer took us to a cell and put us in. At least now we had a cheap cell bunk—better than a wooden bench anyways. I kick back as usual, just laying on my back. Skinny dude takes the bunk on the opposite wall. I doze off again—not much else to do in jail. I wake to the call of “lunch”, as a trustee comes by and shoves two brown bags between the bars. Skinny dude and me shove the two sandwiches down, then I get up to take a piss. Heaving my dick out of my tite pants was a releife, and I cut loose a strong, long piss.
I catch skinny dude checking me out again, so I walk back to my bunk, and again just crash on my back, but leaving my pants undone. I kick off my shower slides, and just chill, figure I would sleep again until Mr. Wislon showed up. As I expected, it didn't take long for skinny dude to wander over to me, and dropping to his knees, once again fished out my dick and started with some sloppy head. It felt really good, so I just lay there, enjoying the service. After about 15 minutes of head, I roll over on my side, and ordered skinny dude to lick my hole. He obeys my command, and pushes his tongue up into my hairy ripe hole. Sticking it in and out, I told him to put his whole mouth in my crack, and lick it up. He said I was ripe, and I told him ya, be glad I dont got to take a shit. I then grabbed him by the waist, and flipped him over onto the bed against the wall. I stuck my middle finger in his mouth and told him to suck it. He did as told, then I pulled it from his mouth and rammed it into his tite greasy hole. He let out a slight yelp, so I grabbed his mouth with my other hand. Turning him now to get underneath me, I shoved his head into the pillow, and with one thrust entered his hole, all the way to my pubes. He let out another loud moan, but muffled now by the pillow. I started fucking his ass hard, and relentless. Piece of jail ass, lol, wasn't going to pass that up—fuck no. I slammed his ass for several minutes, then finally unloaded in his guts. Lots of my junk came running back out his ass—making a mess on the sheets of my bunk.
I get off him, and grab him by the hair. Aiming my dick at his mouth, told him to suck me clean. He didn't like it, but again, did as ordered. Fully satisfied now, I walk over and take another piss. Figured I wouldnt make him drink it down as it might cause a big mess, and I didnt want my cell to smell of puke. I walk back over to his bunk, and crashed out againm leaving him to take mine with his mess on it.
After about an hour or so, Mr. Wislson finally shows up to bail me out. I give a thumbs up to skinny dude, and just said “check ya later” He calls back to me and asked “Dillon—where can I find you”? I tell him skate park—but no promisses.
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