Podner

I'd a hankering to see what I'd get for my money. His ad and follow ups showed a good looking man, tall, like I like 'em, and no longer young. Thick chest, wide shoulders, work built body but, like he said when we'd talk on the phone, don't expect no Mr. America and that was okay too. I'd asked, and he'd sent, a picture with a tape measure of his cut meat and sack full of nuts and they looked pretty good. Just what man ought to have when he's sellin' hisself. He offered, but I didn't take him up on it, to have a video made of him stroking it down and on the back side, with a large dildo up his crack but that don't mean much to me. I'm gonna get mine in whatever he's got so I passed.

Sonofabitchin truck broke down on the Interstate so I was two hours late at the airport and I wondered if he'd thought he'd been snookered and got back on the plane and left. I promised him a round trip so he coulda' decided no way Jose and vamoosed. But there he was, sitting on a bench near baggage claim, a back pack and a big, black duffel bag beside him. He seemed relaxed and walked right over when he seen the truck cuz I'd sent him a picture of it and the license tag number. Used to be you could meet people at the gate but them TSA types fucked that up. Picked up his hat, a surprize, I'd figured him for a cowboy type but he had an old barracks cap stuck in his jeans. Clean boots, plaid shirt, nothing fancy about the belt but one that had seen service and been kept up. Sorta like him, kept up and attended to. He stuck out his hand, “Frank? I'm what you bought and paid for, I'm Joe”.

And parked himself in the shotgun side, smiled at me and said, “Well, what now? You wanna fuck me to make sure you got the goods you want or should I lean over and suck you off as you drive along? Your call.”

“Nah, plenty a time for that, yes sirree bob, plenty of time for that. Unless you need to get off now? Long flight?”

“Nah, I'm good, just wanted you to know you're the boss...”

“Preciate it. Surely do. But you're a partner of sorts. I don't call all the shots, I kinda hope you got some of your own ideas once in awhile. You bein' new blood and all”

He smiled and allowed as how there were one or two things that might be new to me and he sure hoped I'd have some things that were new to him. And I liked that, just on short time, he was about what I wanted and seemed a good man. Course I knew about his prison record, he had to tell me that and I run a little background check just to make sure but he'd told me the honest truth and no point in bringin' that up. Spect he'd just as likely forget it but I did have one question and I'd paid my money so I asked.

“Back when you was in prison....you have to fight 'em off, thems that might have wanted you? You know, bend you over the bars as it were...”

He looked at me and kinda almost smiled...

“Well, Frank, you can see I'm a big man, worked in the steel mills for some and then did work on a ranch so I took care of myself but, hell, man, when it's offered to you...and all they want to do is suck your dick, tell me that don't feel good and, after a year or so...well, almost every guy in prison finds a way to make a little extra, you barter some, you get a few dimes, it add up at the commissary and I figured, if they wanted me, we could work something out. I made out real good on account of I was clean and didn't take no one filthy or shit like them. I got me what you might call a Cli-entell, mostly straight guys who just needed some release and so I released 'em. Yes, I surely did, got to be damn good at it if I do say so. Even a coupla guards gave me A Good Housekeepin' Seal of Approval...” And he laughed.

“Ever have just one man to yerself? I hear tell that happens in there sometimes.”

Well, I did, once. Kid came up from Juvie and he was scert but he was a fighter, you could see that straight off. But a good kid and strong but when I spotted him he was up against two and three of 'em at one time 'n I seen they had him cornered and, well, it just didn't seem right so I bulled in and told 'em to back off, I'd break his cherry proper and then we'd see.

And, shit, I thought he'd just about faint when I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. I tossed him on my bunk and pulled the blanket that I blacked out my cell with and put my hand over his mouth. Little fucker tried to bite me but I just put my face up to his and told him he was mine and not to worry I wasn't gonna hurt him but he had to play it one way or they'd be on him like bedbugs in a ghetto.”

“Did ya plug him right then so he'd know you was boss?”

“Naw, I just lay there beside him with my hand over his mouth and talked to him, told him what was gonna happen and what wasn't gonna happen. Made him understand that if was a lot better to get it from me cuz I'd break him in slow like or he could go out there and get gang raped.  His choice. And about that time ol' Al, one of the guards that was my buddy come along and asked if I'd had my piece yet so I told him to fuck off, I was workin' and the kid was gonna bunk in with me. An him an we'd like some privacy so lock the door and tell my three o'clock to hang around, I'd stick my dick out for his meal in a bit, soon as I finished what I was doing. And he jus' laughed and clanked the door and the lock and yelled to the kid, 'enjoy it, yer getting a freebee'”

I was surprized, I truly was but then I was thinkin', any man who sells himself in an ad in a picture book, has prolly done this before,  I jus never figured it was in the pen with some kid. But he told me and I hadda ask...”So...you fucked.... ?”

“Not then. He was too skert and I wanted him to calm down. Like most that move up to prison from Juvie, he'd heard too many stories and,well, I kinda liked him. Big kid, fighter but right then, I'll tell you what, Frank, he was kinda glad to be locked up even if it were with some dude who said he was gonna fuck him, which I was. But first things first. Those kids show up with nothing cept what they can cram in their pockets like toothbrush and paste and not much else. Found out his name was Podner, which made me blink so I asked him, Podner?”

“Well, yes...sir.. should I call you that or Master or..”

“Hold it, Sir is what other men call me if they know what's good for 'em but you can call me Joe. Now tell me about “Podner”'

“It's the only name I got. Just me, Podner Jones, and some bitch in social work gave me the Jones, I don't rightly have a name. The man who kept me when I was little called me Podner and it stuck.”

“Did he fuck you?”

“Nah, he jus' like to get likkered up and when he came back he'd beat the shit out of me. Never left me at ease, tied me up so's I'd be there. When I got too  big and could almost fight him back he tossed me out, gave me to some trucker headed West an' that's how I made my keep for the next little while. Cept one of them wanted to have too much fun and I hadda up and run nekid as a jaybird and the cops caught me. You ever been a foster home? Well, you don't ever wanna be. Some were alright, some kept me prayin' all the time and one or two others, either him or her 'd lay me.”

“How'd you end up in Juvie?”

“Well, uh, Joe”  I could see he was tryin' out my name and not so skert as he had been. “This last place was really a drug house an' I just had to try it. Liked it too. Cuz I was a kid and they knew the cops would go easy on me they used me as their runner only this one time I got stopped and had a big score on me and that's how I got to Juvie.”

“So you're eighteen and now you're here, right”

“Shit, I guess so, Might as well be eighteen I don't rightly know much about me cept this dumb ass name. Podner”

“Maybe it fits you now cuz I'm gonna keep you here, like my partner for a time until we see what turns up. Got any ink?”

He kinda grinned and pulled up his t shirt and right across his belly was “100% White Boy.”

“One of the dudes I lived with was a tat artist and he gave it to me for Christmas. I'm told it's real good work. My back was his real big deal. Look.”

For a kid his age it wasn't what I expected but I remembered that this was done probably as advertising so the biker on a Harley with a skeleton up behind him going into this guy's version of hell was pretty radical but at least it was well done and he didn't have all sorts a bullshit with initials and crosses and gang shit, just those two plus the one on his bicep that was the standard 1% which told me his artist was a hardcore biker. He was a little calmer so I handed him a cup and some water and told him to wash his face and take a crap if he needed to and then we'd set some things out.”

“Joe, damn, it sounds like you liked the kid straight off.”

“Truth to tell, when I was young and thrown in the can and a guy grabbed me and sorta showed me the ropes and he was a great guy an' this was my way a payin' him back. Least his memory. Some black dude shived him in the chow hall line an that set off one of the usual riots. But I was almost out then so I just bided my time. I knew he'd get out and I'd get him an' I did.”

“That what you're in for?”

“Nah, burglary. Did the old stupid thing of tryin' to rob a shop with my finger in a sweatshirt, they didn't buy it and that's why I went up this last time. An' that's why I advertised like I did. I mean it to be the last time and I figgered if some good guy could take me in and give me a roof and three a day, well, I knew how to pay him back an' besides, I know how to work. I don't got no special talent but show me how an' I'll learn it fast. Promise you that.”

I felt like I knew him already. He was typical in some ways but not in many others. He had told me the truth-which I already knew-and he was an easy talker, not ashamed of what he did and why he did it and I could respect that and, besides, he had a good bulge in those jeans that promised he could deliver what he said he could. And would. I surely meant to see to that and right soon but we weren't home yet and I was curious...”So you and Podner...”

“Yeah, me an' Podner. I told him we had to get some fresh clothes on him after we got back from showering and yessiree bob I was goin' with him. I seen what happens in the shower and he wasn't goin' alone. So I rattled for Al to come an’ unlock us and open the shower. On a counta my business I got privileges an' using the shower when I wanted was one of 'em. I sorta escorted Podner down there and had Al let us in and then lock the door cuz it wasn't the reglar shower time. So I sat down on my haunches and told him to strip an' he did. Good lookin' kid, better with his clothes off and not a bit afraid or nothin'. Just stood there lookin' at me an' I got up and peeled myself and showed him how to make the shower work cuz if you just turned the handle you got shit nothing. And I got a good warm shower goin', steam an' all and took him in it with me and washed him down good. Now that might seem a might odd but I wanted to make sure he didn't have no lice or crabs or shit like that. He didn't but I knew something I'd have to do that he wasn't gonna like but it had to be done. Just didn't tell him then. So that's when I started breaking him to what I wanted. Just reached down, got my dick a little horned up and pushed him down on his knees till his mouth was level with my cock an' I just waited. Din' want to have to push him but I spected he knew what to do and he did. Not good, not professional but he got it deep throated and jiggered with my nuts just so it all felt good. So while he sucked and tongued, I took one of his hand and put in around my butt and pushed a couple a fingers up my ass. Didn't know to rub my man's clit but he followed what I showed him an' pretty soon I was getting' to that point where your belly jumps and you know yer gonna shoot.. an' he knew it too but just kept suckin' and when I shot, he swallowed which I knew was a good thing, cuz to be a primo cocksucker, you have to swallow and keep blowing cuz it's that pain of stayin' hard after you've shot that's real good as I 'spect you know. “

I just looked at him, smiled and took my hand off the wheel and gave my crotch a friendly rub an he reached over and rubbed it too but I wanted to hear the end...if there was one so I pushed his hand back and asked what happened then?

“Well, jus' one of them dumb things you do when you do one too many things soon as we're done I remembered that I didn't bring a towel so we had to dry off with our clothes and when Al came around and let us out had to go back to the cell wet and getting lots of looks. But, hell, weren't no women around and most of the guys had already seen what I had so it was they kid they was hopin' for, hopin' I'd turn him out and give him to them. But I had somethin' else in mind. See, I never had a kid and this one seemed as good a one as was likely to come along, least ways for someone like me. I knew I didn't have much time left to do an' I'd already figured out about selling myself in an add but Podner, well, he didn' have anyone  or anything and soon enough he'd   be back bein' alone. When we got back to my cell, and I had Al lock us in again, I sat him down on my bed, had him dry off and told him what was on my mind. First, got him into some of my duds that everyone knew belonged to me so I marked him as mine. I'd get to property and get some more stuff for him but right then, wearing my things was the safest thing for him. I asked him if he'd ever been fucked although I pretty much knew the answer and he said sure, lots of times, men just grabbed him, stuck it in an' made him suck them or whatever they wanted. So I explained to him that he was goin' to learn a new way to fuck a way he'd like and, in time, he'd find a use for. I din't tell him then that I was leavin' sometime soon but he seemed cool with the idea and that's when I took him. I undressed him real gentle, rubbed all over his body, payed attention to his nips, the head of his cock and he relaxed some an' so I took off my clothes an he kept rubbin his hands in the hair on my chest so I figgered every thing was gonna be alright. I lay down beside him-and in those bunks, you get real close, and held him and said things to make him relax and gradually slid down and gave him a first class blow job and you could tell he'd never had one like that as he almost yelled when he blew and cramped and grabbed me and I knew he was into it. So I reached over and got some grease-kept it for Pro-fessional purposes and worked it into his hole while I pinched his tits and kissed on his neck and licked his pits and an' he was just a rag doll by then. Thinkin' I'd better not try anything fancy I just put his legs over my shoulder and slowly let it slide in. An' he'd been fucked enough and real hard and fast that his hole muscle didn't fight me and I could slide into him just like a snake goin' home to its hole. He was easy to do, just worked with you once he go the idea that it was supposed to feel good to both of us. He'd thrust back an' I'd jam a little harder an', truly, he got me harder than that trash on the gallery that paid me, even if it was good money. He was so smooth inside an' a  course, I knew where to hit all those spots with my dick head that makes a guy go nutty with feelin' that good. Course, fun as it was I finally couldn't fight it no more an I came like a fuckin' river. When it ran out of him I leaned down and took it in my mouth and rolled him over and drizzled it down his throat.

An' then we just lay there for a long time and din't say anything just thought about what was goin' to happen and what I had to teach him and what he'd learn. I was gonna make that boy a first class male whore an when he got out, he'd know how to make enough to support himself, iffin' that's what he wanted to do an' I could sorta see it was. Shit, I was so tired, I clanked on a bar standing there stark bare nekkid and partly stiff an' when Al came runnin' an he took a good look, I told him to rustle up chow, 'nuff for four and get the good stuff, from where the guards ate and have Dusty get it to me.

“Dusty?”

“ Yeah, maybe I should explain, I had a buncha guys who pretty much did what I wanted them to in exchange for sex. Jus' pure simple sex. An it worked two ways, now you take ole Dusty, on the outside he just loved to eat pussy but there weren't none so for doin' what I wanted, I let him suck my cock every so often and, if he really begged, let him eat my ass, making sure I hadn't wiped real good cuz that's what Dusty liked. It takes all kinds an' most of them was in there. You found what a guy liked and made him a little deal. So I went back to the kid who was almost asleep and tucked him in just like he was my own son. And thought about what had to be done....the next day.”

Joe stopped and looked out the window. It really was a good looking sunset and he said so and mentioned that our sunsets out here was part of why he picked me, cuz he never wanted to not to be able to see the sun go down or the moon come up again. That was primo to him. An' maybe we could sit outside sometimes and just watch the sun go down...He snapped back to the road and me and his story since I was real interested.

“Early chow is about 5:30 so I took Podner with me and he got good and looked over but seein' what he was wearin', no one touched him or daren't looked for too long. They knew he was my property and that was it. He ate real good an' I told him to come with me and I'd introduce to a few of the guys who'd see he was alright if I wasn't around and he'd better learn their names and numbers real quick and particular to look on the top of the right wrist to see if there was an X in red. That was my mark on them and he'd get it too, just another prison tat but he'd need it to get along some day. Also, the bad news that I didn't tell yesterday. He was goin' to get a buzz cut and I knew that hurt him. Like lots of young guys in his way, his hair was about all he had that was his but I hadda take it from him. That showed round that he was mine so when we got to the cutters place, I made him get down on his knees, I took out my cock and while he was peeled, he blew me. Did a good job considering he was almost crying, at least tears came out. But it hadda be. The dudes that needed to see this made a circle and watched and some got out their dicks and jacked off. Ollie, the cutter, took his time and made Podner feel each pass of the clippers. An' he took it pretty good. When it was over I let one of the guys blow him and some of the others shook his hand and told him he was a lucky dude. So then I showed him the rest of the day, where to stand in the yard, everyone sticks to their own color and works out together, its just a safety thing. Podner'd never been taught how to lift weights but he was strong and all the guys who lifted showed him and I knew in time I'd have a first class, muscled up cocksucker on my hands and I guess I just smiled a little bit.”

He stopped talking and looked out the window. I almost missed the last turn to my place out on he mesa. Pulled in under the carport and looked looked at him.

“Is that it? Joe, tell me what happened.”

“Oh, bout what you'd expect. Nothin' bad, fact is it was all pretty good. He took to fuckin' like a duck takes to water and I gotta say, I was truly surprized at how quick he learned. Course he got a little big headed along with his big muscles and big cock and a good set of nuts, big as prunes they was, and I'd haveta slap him down, usually shave his head but he was a good kid...”

I could see that whatever happened next was probably the end.

“...Yeah a mighty good kid and I spect he grew into be a good man. Certainly was the best fucker I ever knew an' I had all the ways you can fuck to prove it. But time came along an I got out an' well, that was that.”

“What happened to him, didn't you want to know?”

“Sure, but I knew he'd do what I told him to. And I bet he's happy.” In the last bit of light he turned to me. “Ya know Frank, yer a good listener. I knew from talkin' to you on the phone you would be but I just had one worry an' I had to find out...”

I just stared at him. He stretched his arms as you do when you've been cooped up. “I just didn't know how you'd feel if you knew you'd bought an ol' whore. See, I did just what I was taught to do.” And he showed me his wrist with the X mark. “I guess you don't have to call me Joe  no more, try Podner, that'll do us just right.”