The Latin Connection

I was in jail for a fucking unpaid traffic ticket and I didn’t even know the damn thing was still out there.

My girlfriend had gone to her mother’s for the weekend so I could not call her. I dared not call her mother’s house, she didn’t like me very much and a matter-of-fact, she hated my ass.

She was always hating on me for some reason or another, though I was a successful songwriter and gave her daughter everything she wanted and then some.

The sweet girl was very appreciative of all I did for her but her mother wanted the moon and I was suppose to pay for it.

But that is another story. I was stuck here in jail on a Friday night and it would be a couple of hours before one of my buddies could come and bail me out.

So I waited as patiently as I could and was glad to be in the cell alone with only that stupid Gideon bible that tried to make me ‘believe’ a talking snake’ commended the whole world.

I decided to write a song in my head over this ordeal and chill till my friend arrived.

Suddenly I heard the door clang and a new inmate was introduced into my cell. That’s right! My cell. I was there fucking first!

It was a lean, tall, Latino guy with long, Indian hair and a mustache that made him look like a pirate.

He was dressed in checkered shorts and white socks. Black shoes and a white t-shirt. He obviously worked out from the cannons on his arms.

He nodded at me and sat down legs spread.

“Hey man, I would ask you why you are here, but it’s because you are Black.” He laughed.

How many times had I heard that one?

“Yeah, really original.”

“Hey man, I’m just playing.”

He came over and sat by me. A little too close if I made add.

“Look, we are gonna be in here for the night, we might as well get along.”

“I got no problems with that,'' I said, “Too bad we don’t have any cards.”

“Who need cards amigo?”

“What do you mean, I’m not gay.” I was gonna nip this one in the bud. I heard about those guys in prison before!

“No, no man! Nothing like that amigo! No one “gay” around here! You see me laughing?” But he did have a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Look! Listen! Ia a special kind of man, I came from..” he leans in closer,

‘’Above!”

“Oh Jesus! Here we go again!” Hollywood was a big cereal box of flakes, fruits, and nuts and I had all three rolled up in one!

“OK, ET,” I started inching away from him. Though he was a tall skinny guy with a black beard that made him look more Arab than Mexican, he had a hell of a built on him and I in my advanced age didn’t want to go around with him, especially if I could be out of here in a couple of hours.

Everybody was someone in Hollywood or something. “I gotta take a piss.” Perfect excuse for getting away from him.

“Me, too!’

“Hey man! You can’t take a piss while I’m taking a piss!”

“Why not? We both or guys?! What have you got that I haven’t got?”

"I hate fucking-cocksucking-faggot disposition, asshole! Now, stay away from me before I bash your fucking face in!”

“Lighten up man! I’m just having some fun!”

“Well, your sense of humor sucks buddy! Now shut the fuck up and stay over there, you fucking faggot while I take a piss...with my back to your asshole!”

“Relax man! Don’t think you are the lone shark in the sea!”

I zipped up my pants and laid down on the bed with my back to him.

It was really quiet in the cell and I tried to sleep, wanting this night to be way over.

I had to get up and take another whizz and there this fucker was. Sleep! But he had his ass to me, hard, sticking out like he wanted my big dick!

I went back to my bunk and my cock started getting hard as cement.

‘Fuck it!’ I thought and I grabbed the guy’s ass and hustled him to the jail floor.

“Hey man!” he said, “ I thought you were straight!” I didn't respond as I pulled his shorts down and no time I spread his ass cheeks and buried my tongue in his asshole!

He screamed, “Come on man fuck that hole!” I pull my pants down and my cock was so hard I could drive a nail in the wall with it! I jammed it into his tight hole with one thrust! He screamed again! “Awwwwww, that's fucking good!”

I put him in a chokehold and started pumping my cock into his stretched asshole like there was no tomorrow. I came down so hard on him you could hear my balls slapping his asscheeks in the next cell block.

I pounded 13 inches of hard cock into his puckered straight asshole, having no mercy as I tore open his man pussa-hole!

Before I can feel the tremendous build-up and suddenly my cock exploded like a volcano! I pumped jism after jism of hot man juice into his tight hole almost collapsing on top of him as my cock drain it’s cum juice.

I was mad he made me cum! I had broken my vow.

The Latin guy got up slowly and pulled his pants up. He looked at me and grinned. “I knew you had it in you!” He said as if he had conquered my soul. And in a way he did.

He gave me his cell number before I left but he knew I was never gonna call him and I don’t think he really mined. He had gotten the best fuck of his life. Few could beat that.

I got into bed and Angie came over to me on my side of the bed and said “I'm sorry you had to go to jail the other night! I told her not to worry about it, it happens. “I'm so glad you did not cheat on me.” She said, knowing I had done some guys when I spent four years in prison before I met her.

I tore up the telephone number and silently threw it into the trash before I went to sleep.

“Yeah, honey, I gave that gay shit up long ago.”

I put my arms around her and went to sleep.