Damn it Ralph

Ralph comes up to my desk  and says "So did your wife sit that fat ass on your face last night?"

"Damn it Ralph stop asking that." I replied.

"Calm down I'm just kidding with you. My wife has a fat ass as well, no problem with that" Ralph said.

Ralph was the type that was always saying insulting things and he'd often say just kidding before you could even respond. Like you couldn't get mad about something because he said just kidding.

"So I was restoring a back up for HR and found something interesting Johnny." Ralph started.

"Damn it Ralph my name is John not Johnny!" I almost shouted back.

"Woh you wear panties that are to tight today" Ralph chuckled.

I was about to respond but he started talking again before I could.

"So I ran across your file in the HR restore and I saw that you spent 3 years in prison Johnny" Ralph said almost loud enough that I got worried about anyone in the area.

"A little guy like you must have taken a lot of Dick." Ralph added.

My face was turning red out of a mix of anger and humiliation.

"No nothing happened God damn it Ralph!" I said hushed but seriously.

It was nearing 25 years since I got out. I had done a lot of work to go from those times to where I was now. Other than a few online chat friends I had never told anyone. I was married with children now, I had a good job. I couldn't imagine my life if people knew about the things that had happened while I was in prison.

"I can tell when you are lying, just be honest I'm not going to tell anyone. So rough estimate how many dicks did you have over 3 years."  Ralph questioned.

"It was only 2 years because I got time off for good behavior and nothing gay happened." I answered his question.

"Again I can tell when you lie. You pause and turn red trying to think up your lie. If it was true it would just flow out. I'm not going to tell anyone I'm just interested. I'm not gay but I like prison stories and to hear a real one from someone in person would be awesome." Ralph sounded nicer now.

I felt heat in my face and some in my dick. I almost wanted to tell him but no way I could take that chance. 

I paused and finally responded "Nothing happened, just a long boring time no story to tell."

"So you got out in 97 after 3 years on a steady diet of Dick and you just stopped and got married?" Ralph asked

"It was 96 after 2 years and no Dick damn it Ralph stop asking about this." I was ready to get up and just find somewhere else to go.

"Ok when you are ready to tell me the truth let me know." Ralph headed back to his office.

Ralph still brought it up from time to time but not to much.

Then I screwed up. Alcohol has always caused me trouble. It was what sent me to prison at 22.

At a company Christmas party, I don't remember much. I don't do well in social situations and if alcohol is available I drink heavily. My wife Mindy went to mingle while I sat at the table drinking.

"So how bad did it hurt the first time you got ass fucked?" Ralph comes up to me and asks right into my face.

"It hurt but Ken was trying to make it not hurt so it wasn't horrible." I slurred in response.

"Holy shit you finally tell the truth!" Ralph said almost in shock.

"So how many different guys did you have to do in those years?" He asked.

"Just Ken he made sure no one else bothered me." I responded. 

I was beyond drunk and my head was starting to droop.

My wife woke me up Saturday morning and said Ralph was here to pick me up. My head was clouded, I don't remember getting home or anything about having Ralph pick me up. We weren't friends outside of work. I felt some fear about what was going on but I didn't remember telling him about Ken.

I got up and got dressed quickly. Ralph was sitting on my couch drinking coffee my wife had prepared him.

"Morning sunshine! Did we have a drink to many last night" He laughed loudly.

"He's lush especially when the drinks are free." Mindy added and laughed.

"What are we doing? I'm sorry I don't remember and I don't feel that well so maybe we can cancel." I asked while rubbing my stomach.

"It's just some work on my computer, come one it won't be that bad." Ralph said encouraging me to go ahead with him.

Ralph got up and brought his cup to Mindy and headed toward the door motioning for me to follow him. I did and we headed out to his car. He didn't say anything until we were driving away. My mind was racing trying to remember last night. Every time I drank a lot I woke up worried that I had done something stupid. I was really worried now.

"So outside of Ken how many dicks have you had?" Ralph asked.

"What the hell Ralph I've never sucked a dick!" I yelled.

"You told me last night all about him and I could tell you were telling the truth finally. Now you're back to lying." Ralph reached over and was poking at my shoulder.

How could he know his name, I must have said something. I was starting to rebuild my memories from the Christmas party. I was talking to him. I couldn't remember specifics but I think I did accidentally say something.

"So did he make you dress up as a girl. I can see you in a short skirt with pretty pink panties." He laughed.

"No there were no girls clothes." I quickly responded realizing the way I said it I was accepting that I would go ahead and tell him the truth.

"See I could tell there that you were telling the truth finally. I just like prison stories what's wrong with telling me your story?" he asked.

"OK do you promise you will never tell anyone or bother me at work about it?" I was realizing there wasn't really a way out of this now and might as well tell him my story if he promised to be nice.

"Well I'll still bother you at work but I promise no one will ever know. I don't want people to know I'm into gay sex stories so I'll be very careful about this." Ralph was almost pleading.

"OK what do you want to know? It sounds like you already know what happened. Me a small young guy in prison and my cellie convinced me that if I'd do what he wanted no one else would bother me." I asked.

"I want details. Don't you ever read a sex story and want details?" He questioned.

"Yes." I responded.

"So first when was the last time you had dick and was it sucking or fucking?" He asked.

"Sucking about 5 years ago." I slowly responded.

"Holy shit so long after you got out of prison, and you were married. Why so long ago, why did you stop looking for dick?" he responded.

"Craigslist stopped doing personals and I just didn't trust the other apps. Plus I'm ok now with just thinking about it." I said.

"When was the last dick you took in your pussy?" He smiled and asked.

"It's not a pussy and not since Ken in 96" My face was turning beet red as I responded.

"Did you ever try and look for him when you got out?" He asked.

"No I thought about it but he was from the other side of the state and he was married with kids. I kind of wanted to but wouldn't want to mess with his life." I said.

"Did he ever spank you?" 

"Some but not like a spanking." 
"What do you mean?" 
"Like if I was in position he was give me a few slaps but not like an over the knee spanking" 
"Did he ever make you drink his piss?"
I paused to ashamed to answer.
"Come on you already have answered by pausing. Did you ever drink his piss?"
"Yes not that often but some."
"Holy shit we got to get to my house before I pull my dick out."

Ralph was rubbing his crotch with an obvious hard poking up in his pants. I had one as well that I was trying to keep hidden.

"So no details yet just describe him his age body and dick" he asked.

"He was black and I'm not sure on age but I assumed lower 50's about same age as us now but he could have been younger. He was probably 6'3 and I think his dick was just a little less than 9 inches. Very large balls." I answered.

"Holy shit your little ass took 9 inches of black dick! Was he cut or uncut?"
"He was cut. I actually didn't know what cut or uncut was then as I've never seen uncut before prison."
"Never! But you saw some in there?"
"Yes at first I thought something was wrong with them. It wasn't until years later and having the internet that I learned about that."
"How long were you with him and a rough estimate of how many times you took his dick mouth or ass?"
"A little over 15 month and I'd just rough guess at 400 times in the butt maybe 150 mouth if I just include when he came in my mouth or face."
"And you've never told this story to anyone?"
"I've had some online friends that I have told but never anyone I knew."
"OK we're almost home. I want you to start from the first day and tell me everything in detail. I'll know if you're lying or holding back so just be honest"

God damn it Ralph I thought to myself. While part of me was very excited about what was happening I was mad at Ralph and felt humiliated having to tell him these things. Every time I go out to have drinks I tell myself I'm going to stop at 2 but I end up having a lot more, waking up hung over and wondering what happened.

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I'm not a writer but doing my best to wrap a true story in a fictional one. In the mid 90's I spent a couple of years in state prison and have stories I'd love to tell just not to my family or co workers.