The Cut: Halfway Humpin

After breakfast, it was time to check out the leads Morgan handed off to me. One of them was a warehouse loading medical supplies heading overseas.

I arrived early for my late afternoon interview as I was sitting in the lobby of the warehouse waiting, I noticed a guy that looked strangely familiar. I sat there racking my brains when it finally came to me: Big Gator.

Big Gator had been inside when I first got there. He was decked out in a suit now.

I guess things can turn around.

Back then, he was just another inmate who happened to be one of my assailants after I first got there.

There are a lot of ruthless guys behind bars, part of which landed them there in the first place. There are some that are cold to the bone while most got heart, if they know it or not, either getting in where they fit in or pose as predator not to be prey.

Big Gator was transitioning the first time my ass caught his dick, going from ruthless to normal. After I got out of the infirmary, he weaseled his way into my heart. He’d stopped by and kicked it with me on the regular. We’d become friends by the time he confessed what he did to me with his set, giving me that he was one of fourteen behind the barricades in the gym that day. This was months after I was turned out, months after I knew I wasn’t going to be someone’s wife or girl, but understood I liked softening dicks just the same. After a few dozen heartfelt apologies and him telling me of his times being jumped, he became a part of my Wednesday night lineup after Bible study—sometimes after Sunday prison service, too. We were good for about a year and a half, then he got transferred out.

When I stepped inside the office, after being called in, he was one of the interviewers along with another well-dressed guy named Simmons. Simmons was the manager. Big Gator was his foreman. During the interview, I was very nervous, but it was very informal. Big Gator remembered me from inside. He filled Simmons on everything about me he knew.

Simmons was a big man also, handsome, too, and around my age, give or take a couple of years on either side. Simmons had some age in his nice face, but not much, as his gray head sold him out.

I was offered the job right away. I was told there was room for advancement.

Simmons left the room to get some paperwork for me to fill out.

Big Gator approached me and embraced me with a big hug. “Hey man, it’s good to see you.”

“When I saw that that it was you who applied, I was hoping it was you.” He smiled. “The job is great. I got a good assignment lined up for you.”

“Great, what’s it gonna cost me,” I said jokingly.

“Nothing, man, nothing. Just come to work on time and you’ll be fine,” he said, telling me that one of my coworkers lived near Second Change if I needed a ride to work.

Big Gator sweetened the pot by saying he was good to cover the gas money the guy was bound to shoot for through to my second paycheck, knowing what it was like to get back on his feet and out of the halfway house with a wad in tow.

He was talking, but I wasn’t hearing him. I couldn’t help it. His crotch was on my mind with all the fun it kept in store for me. I reached out and felt his dick through his suit pants.

“What’s the chance I can get some of this dick, Big?” I asked hungrily.

“Anytime, man,” He reached around and squeezed my ass. “I got you covered.”

Simmons stepped back into the office just then.

I got scared for a moment. First, for me and my new job prospect, but then for Big Gator, after turning his life around, only for my need for dick to ruin that for him.

“Now, now.” Simmons smirked. “They’ll be none of that without me.”

He sat the stack of papers down on the table and worked his way between two ex-cons. Simmons grabbed my dick and gave it a squeeze.

“Mmmm, nice package you got there, Jessup.”

I reached out and grabbed his freely. “Yours ain’t bad, either, Mr. Simmons. You got some stuff for me to sign?”

“Yeah, but that can wait,” he said.

Simmons pulled us over to the rounded table where he was sitting. He backed me up to the table and started feeling on my hardened dick. He opened my pants and unzipped, letting them drop to the floor. Big Gator made his way over to the door and locked it.

Simmons squeezed my dick through my boxers instructing me to shuck them. My dick pointed straight out, and he stroked it.

Big Gator stepped back to us, joining Simmons. He fondled my balls before dropping to his knees and started licking them.

I squeezed my twin-inch dick through Simmons pants. Eventually, I worked his zipper down, drove my hand into his briefs, and fondled his big balls before I pulled out his dick. He was uncut. I pulled back the foreskin to reveal the huge helmet head.

Simmons gently pushed me back on the table and raised my legs.

Big Gator didn’t miss a beat. He went from licking my undercarriage to where my taint met the bottom of my crack.

I opened my legs wider so he could get to it as Simmons took my dick in his hand and worked the tip and then the shaft into his mouth. Even though, Big Gator hadn’t feasted, feeling his warm breath blowing through my crack while our manager was giving me head was everything! I couldn’t tell where Simmons spit ended and my precum began.

I was brought to the edge of the table. My ass was lifted. Big Gator was sucking my asshole as Simmons hovered above him to suck me off like a pro.

I was heaven spent when Simmon and Big Gator worked together between my lifted legs on my dick down to my asshole where it was tongued doubled time.

Simmons and Big Gator got rid of the rest of the clothes off their bodies.

Simmons was dripping precum like crazy and Big Gator fingered my hole like he used to back in the day. Simmons tasted his drip. He smeared some more on his fingers and put them in my mouth. I hungrily sucked Simmons’ fingers as Big Gator wedged three fingers up my asshole.

I spread my legs wider as Simmons smeared his fingers again, but this time shoving them up my asshole.

“Goddamn,” I cried with five fingers having at me.

Simmons moved Big Gator out of the way to introduce helmet head to my asshole.

“C’mon on, give it to me,” I begged.

Simmons aimed his dick at my asshole and slowly pushed forward. Damn, I can feel my ass filling up! Simmons long-dicked me for a moment before he plunged into me.

Big Gator had worked his head onto my stomach, enjoying the view before Simmons bent me over the table.  Then Big Gator got under us, licking my balls. And when I was missing his mouth, he must’ve been licking on Simmons.  

Big Gator must’ve felt like the third wheel because the next thing I knew he was standing next to me. Unless Simmons was agreeing to get me off the table, it wasn’t like I could return the favor in kind, so I just reached over and stroked the other Big Gator.

Simmons balls slapped against my asshole as he plunged dick deep into me. Just from his bucking, I could tell he was close to cumming.

“Shit, Daddy Dick,” I panted. “Load me up with your love juice, man. I need your love!”

“Yeah, you want this load, huh? You want it?”

“Yeah, fill me up!”

Simmons jackhammered my asshole. Then, as if he knew I was about to tap out, he exploded.

Somewhere in the middle, I took matters into my own hands and joined him.

When Simmons pulled out, I jacked up, and jacked Big Gator even faster better and better. It didn’t take long for him to cum either.  

By then, Simmons’ cum was oozing out of me. I caught some with my hand and tasted it, tasting like a more potent version of his precum.

“Let me suck it off,” I said, looking at Simmons about to erase his ooey goodness with Big Gator’s handkerchief.

He moved to the side of the table next to Big Gator. I dropped to my knees and cleaned him good. I even gave Big Gator some head for both their pleasure.

When I finished Big Gator off, Simmons returned from his private bathroom with three hot washcloths. We each cleaned ourselves. We then dressed.

“Now, you can sign the papers,” he told me.