Inmate Succumbs After Seven Years
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In the seven years that Damon Winslow had been locked up for home invasion, he had never once had sex with a guy. He was not gay was not about to start just cause he was in the slammer for 10 years. The twenty-eight year-old light brown prisoner swiped the screen of his contraband phone. He was looking at ass pictures of his ex. After getting a hard on, he decided to jack off his fat meatiness. After shooting a decent sized load, he drifted off to sl**p.
The five-foot-eleven brotha was up just before the C.O.s came around to announce it was time for breakfast. He brushed his teeth and went to the mess. He slopped down his tray that consisted of nonfat milk, raisin bran cereal, a peanut butter packet, a g**** jelly pouch, apple breakfast bar, and two slices of thin white bread. Next, he headed off to take a shower and get dressed.
Once he was situated, he walked outside to the warehouse where he worked mixing paint. He arrived and was doing his typical job when his supervisor came over and asked him to take a message to the warden. Damon took the folded note and headed back out.
When he got to the main building, he found his way to the warden’s office. The secretary took the note and he left. He headed down the corridor when he saw the arriving inmates. The group was made up of the usual suspects – Black thugs, racist white boys, and a few Mexican gangsters. He thought nothing of them and went back to his duty.
At lunch, Damon ate the tuna casserole, green peas, peaches, a dinner roll provided by the state. It was not anywhere near the best food he consumed, but at least it was something. He knew some more money would be on his books soon so he could hit up the commissary and get some more decent edibles. When he took his tray to the front, he noticed an unfamiliar face. He figured he should be kind.
“Yo! Wassup! I’m Damon. What yo name,” he inquired.
“Hi! I’m Tony,” replied the six-foot tall dark-brown man.
“Dat’s wassup. You just got here and shit or sum?”
“Yeah! Today,” the wide-hipped flat-chested prisoner lamented.
“Yeah! Dey on some bullshit fah real! What dey got you in fuh?”
“Criminal possession of a firearm,” Tony shook his head. “Two years.”
“Damn shame. Look I gotta get back to the warehouse for work.”
“So you on your own in here,” Tony asked.
Damon replied, “What you mean?”
“Do you have a sissy?”
“Nah! I don’t get down like that!”
“Too bad!”
“Why you say dat,” the two hundred pound veteran inmate quizzed looking in Tony’s hazel eyes.
“No reason. I just liked what I saw.”
“Yeah. Okay,” he chuckled. “I bet it’s a few niggas in here that’ll want you fuh real. From da waist down you built like a woman.”
“Thank you! And you’re built like all man,” intimated Tony.
“You a mess! Let me get to work.”
“Okay. I’m just gonna hit up the commissary.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep. I got my mama to put some cash on my books.”
“Get me some Oreos then.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Whatevah! I gotta get back.”
Damon left the cafeteria and tried to shake the pretty dude he had just met.
Tony bought several items including the cookies at the canteen. He rushed back to his cell and then over to the infirmary where his cousin was a nurse. He sat with her the whole day to stay safe from the general population. At 5:00 p.m., he decided to go back to the general area.
The sassy man switched. He heard random convicts calling out at him.
“Look at dat ass,” one yelled.
Another scowled, “I’ma fuck dat bitch ass!”
Tony began to run. He made it back to his cell uns**thed. He sat quietly on his bunk afraid to go outside of it. He inquired of his cellmate, “Do you know Damon. I owe him some stuff.”
“I know who he is honey,” replied the brunette white sissy. “He stay two cells down on the left. He don’t get down. Trust me I know. I been flirting with him for three years. Anyway, do you mind getting out for a minute? I got my Dominican daddy coming over. We thought I was in a single for another week or so. We won’t disturb your shit.”
“Okay,” Tony relented. He picked up the Oreos and left the cell. On the way out, he saw a sexy cut up dark-yellow Latino coming his way. He figured the muscular man was going to meet his new roomie. He then noticed that tall thug turned around to check out his derriere. Tony sashayed hard. The chulo tripped watching Tony’s big fat ass and wide hips.
Tony made it to the cell where Damon was located. “Hey there,” he said. “I got your Oreos.”
“Damn,” Damon replied. “I was just messin’ witcha.”
“Oh! Well I didn’t wanna disappoint.”
“You straight.”
“I guess I’ll leave you alone! I’ll find somewhere else to be cause my cellmate asked me to leave so his daddy could come over.”
“Who you stay wit’?”
“Sammie.”
“Yeah. That bitch stay getting’ fucked.”
“Oh okay.”
Damon asked, “You ain’t got no nigga yet?”
“No, cutie,” Tony winked.
“You a fool,” he chuckled.
“Well, let me go.”
“I mean the least I can do is share dees cookies witcha.”
“That’s kind.”
“Let’s walk down to dah lie-berry. It’ll be quiet there.”
As Damon and Tony marched to the library, inmates were musing aloud about how they wanted to snatch up the effeminate newbie. Damon yelled that the dude was his cousin and not available. Tony appreciated the gesture. They spotted Sammie on his knees with a mouthful of Dominican cock. Damon shook his head. Tony smiled.
They entered the library after Damon picked the lock.
“I gotta say,” Damon admitted. “I ain’t nevah done shit wit no faggot.”
“Okay that’s cool,” Tony added.
“But I mean. Ain’t nobody up in heah got a ass like dat. How you get dem hips and shit.”
“Oh,” Tony smiled. “I got some implants about two years ago.”
“Dat shit look good fah real!”
“Thank you!”
“Let a nigga see!”
Damon could not believe his nine inch dick was stiff. He pulled it out and commented, “It’s hard! You need tah suck it.”
“Okay,” Tony dropped to his knees.
“Damn, bitch! Dat shit feel so good!”
Tony worked his head in huge circular motions as he delivered the blow job.
“Shit, boo! You finna make a nigga bust,” Damon groaned. “Get up, I wanna fuck you! How old you is anyway?”
“I’m thirty-eight,” the cocksucker replied as he stood.
“Coulda fooled me. Bend ovah!”
Tony rested his torso on a desk.
Damon spanked the punk’s incredible ass and remarked, “I caint believe I’ma bout tah do dis!”
“Ooh! I love it when you spank me, daddy,” Tony wailed.
“You muthafuckin’ bitch. I’ma tear dis ass up!”
Damon spat on his dick and shoved it in. Tony screamed. The former high school football standout hammered away with zero regard for how the sissy felt. He spanked the faggot’s booty and watched it jiggle. It only took three minutes for him to nut. He pulled his dick out and announced, “Dat shit was tight as fuck yo! You my bitch now.”
They got redressed and headed back to the cell block. When they arrived at Damon’s cell, he said, “In the mornin’ you need to make a request for a new cell mate.”
“Yes, sir,” Tony smirked.
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