Prison Sucks, So Did I
This was my second time in a holding cell. The first was for drinking and driving.
Back then, Dad had to come in and get me, with that special look he reserved for the homeless, the kind that made you feel like dirt stuck to his shoe. I heard him grind his teeth the entire drive home and only a few words were spoken. He’d given me a bit of a random story about growing up in “tough times,” where you had to work hard for the smallest meal, and how ungrateful the new generation of kids were. Pretty sure that was aimed at me.
I know it sometimes takes a hammer and nail to drive a point home with me.
It had become our favorite teenage conversation, him lecturing while I tried not to puke in his new Volvo.
So the next time I found myself in a holding cell was for indecent exposure, but luckily, Dad wasn’t around to bail me out this time.
I put my face into my hands and started to believe I belonged in prison while Nate started recounting his favorite porn movie.
“What?” I glanced at him, more than a little confused and bewildered he would be talking about such things at a time of crisis.
You’d think Nate and I were on a beach vacation, judging by the stupid grin and twinkle in his eye.
“I think it was an old Falcon porn flick I watched. The guys were in prison and the sex was incredible!”
As I looked around our tiny, cramped cell, I wondered if he’d snapped. Gone all the way around the bend into complete, fucking lunacy.
The whole thing had been a blur. Blood pumped in my ears, drowning out everything as Nate and I were cuffed and carted into a police car and driven the short distance to the central police station.
Yes, we’d been given a few seconds to zip up and tuck away what had gotten us into this mess.
Our details had been taken, and then we’d been thrown in the tiny cell that featured three gray cold walls, and one cell door with bars. It was barely big enough to hold two grown men, and the cold concrete bench did nothing to calm me.
Nate lounged like we were poolside, that same dumb smile on his face. His whole vibe hadn’t changed since the cops busted us. Meanwhile, I was wide-eyed and distraught, replaying my own obituary on loop.
“This one scene, the guard comes in with a baton, starts shoving it up the younger guy’s ass as he bends over and sucks the other prisoner’s dick…”
“Nate…” I stared at him.
“What?” he looked genuinely confused.
“Are you seriously talking about your favorite porn in a prison while we’re in a jail cell? You know…” I looked around, but it was really quiet beyond the steel bars, and I was certain nobody was around, “our lives are in the balance?”
He actually rolled his eyes, slapped his knee, and then put an arm around me. I tried to move away, but he gripped my opposite shoulder and pulled me in.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?!”
I chose not to respond.
The cops and the guard who’d locked us in had been gone for a while. I stood, walked to the bars, and tried to look left and right, see if I could make anything out. I did recall when we came in that the corridor was narrow, and I think there was only one other door and it appeared to be a cleaning cupboard.
In the far distance, beyond the doors at the end, I could make out some sounds, but they were hard to decipher and quite distant.
I turned to sit, and stopped.
Nate was jerking off.
“Nate!” I hissed, sounding like an angry wife mid-divorce. The whisper echoed louder than a scream.
I doubted anyone would hear us anyway.
“Nobody’s around, relax!” he said, with a tongue flicking at me to try and seduce me.
It was impossible not to laugh. Nate had a way of turning a dire situation into a comedy sketch.
But still he jerked.
And nodded for me to come to his cock.
No way.
I looked back at the bars and the quiet, dark corridor beyond.
He was right, nobody was around. And I was pretty sure we’d hear someone coming.
But I wasn’t one hundred percent.
“You’re fucking nuts!” I stated, taking one step towards him, which meant I was nearly within touching distance of his cock, in that cramped cell.
“My fucking nuts are still full!” he said with another lick of his lips.
The look in his eyes encouraged me laugh, but his cock made me want to suck.
“First sound and you zip right up!” I cautioned.
He shrugged, “of course I will.” And he pushed his dick towards me, like he was offering it to me on a plate.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed his dick; still not sure I was going to suck it in that prison cell.
Nate’s hand reached around my neck and tightened, and slowly pulled me towards it.
I shrugged it off, but moved towards it anyway, and then said, “Make sure you’re listening.”
“Yes, of course!” His eyes pleaded me to suck his heavy dick.
My knees felt the cold on the cell’s concrete, as I took Nate’s dick’s tip and opened my mouth. It was hot, which I’d expected, so I opened wide and brought my mouth down onto his dick and tightened it and sucked.
“Fuck!” he whispered as my mouth reached his balls and his eleven-inch monster dick reached the back of my throat.
I gagged a little and made a kind of coughing sound, but his hand pushed me down and I got past it.
Apparently I could deep throat a dick.
Who knew?
His balls pushed into my throat, making me tense up and swallow instinctively, throat stretched tight around the head of his cock.
No dick had ever gone that far. I kind of wanted to high-five myself.
Nate’s dick was so fat that it stretched my throat. I could feel it pushing my boundaries.
His legs parted so I could wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in, and so my chest could be comfortable. He lightly stroked my head and neck as I sucked his dick.
At least his shorts were still on, and only just pulled down enough so I could see his dick and balls.
Freshly shaved, smooth and warm against my tongue, like he’d planned for this.
When I let his dick slide out of my mouth I licked down the shaft and onto his balls. He pushed into me and arched his back so I could get at them.
They tasted so good, and still so fresh.
For a little while, I enjoyed licking his balls, his shaft, the big head on his cock, stroking the foreskin and loving how much of it he had and how it came to the tip and bunched up, then feeling him squirm and quietly moan as I took his whole dick in my mouth and sucked it back to his balls. All the while, keeping an ear out for any sounds.
He pushed my head away and I started to stand, but he brought his face to me and held my head firmly and came in for a kiss.
Kissing Nate was one of the highlights of being with him that I only just realized, in that cell.
Then he pulled me, so I was kind of sitting on his lap, with our chests pressed against the other, and kissed passionately.
I kept my ears well and truly trained on any sounds beyond the cell, and a couple of times we both opened our eyes and looked around to make sure nobody had silently appeared.
Who knows how much time passed while we kissed passionately in that cell, but eventually he turned me around, crouched between my legs and unzipped and unbuttoned me.
Of course I was hard and ready, but I wasn’t sure I was up for being sucked. I was still feeling horrified at our experience.
But when Nate’s mouth swallowed my dick expertly, I forgot where we were temporarily and sucked in a deep breath while he sucked in all of me.
That warm sensation of getting head by someone who knows what they’re doing, is incredible.
At least we were at a lot less risk of getting caught in the cell than we were in the toilet at the urinal.
He deepthroated me and I felt my balls push against his chin, but his hand came in and gently rolled them around. I realized how much I liked him doing that.
As usual, the desire to nut came when Nate sucked my dick.
I really didn’t want to suck his dick after I’d nut, so I pushed his head away.
He tried to resist, but I said, “it’s my turn.” And that made him give in.
We switched places again, but instead of going down onto his cock, he pulled me against him, our shirts riding up as our dicks pressed together, all heat and urgency, but somehow soft, so we could feel each other’s cocks rub against the other’s.
His was huge, and that was all I could feel, but it was nice, feeling all of Nate against me, with him kissing me back as we rubbed our dicks together.
Strangely enough, I had the urge to nut again, with just the two of us rubbing, which had happened before.
I could feel his breathing was intensifying, as mine was, and he pulled me in tighter, and pressed our bodies in more as we kissed, felt our bellies and our cocks rub together.
And then it came.
Together, we jizzed between us, but continued to kiss as we did it.
It was an incredible feeling. Hot jizz squirted between our bellies as we kissed.
Everything between us was wet, warm, and clinging, but as we finished up, and pried apart, watching him with a sheepish, but satisfied grin, I realized we were a bit fucked.
We both only had t-shirts and shorts.
Nate seemed to realize. “Here,” he said, and jumped up, pulled his shorts down, quickly removed his underpants and used them to mop up the excess jizz on my cock, and around my groin, as well as his, and around our bellies. They were boxer shorts, so there wasn’t a lot of them to use, but he made do with it. We weren’t squeaky clean, but we’d get by.
The smell of jizz clung to the air, thick, sharp, unmistakable. It was going to follow us for hours.
We sat down and I looked around me, realizing what a big risk we’d taken, but also how hot that had been.
“That was so hot. I always wanted to make my own prison cell sex scene,” he said with a satisfied smile as he leaned his head back onto the concrete wall.
I stared at him, but didn’t say anything, instead I put my shoulder against his and leaned my head against the wall as he had done.
“Your underpants must be sticky as hell,” was all I said.
For a while, we listened out for anyone coming, but also relaxed a bit as our breathing returned to normal and the smell of semen dissipated a little, though it was far from gone.
“I understand why you ghosted me a little.”
I froze. That wasn’t a joke, because it was something else. My head snapped to him, and I watched, instantly folding my arms.
“Why?”
“I’m irresistible. You’ll fall in love with me, I’ll have to get a restraining order, and then our wives will get involved…”
I laughed.
“Yes, Nate. That’s exactly it. You’re irresistible, and I’ll fall in love with you,” I said with a smile, playing along. But Nate smiled back and put a hand on my leg. He said, “it would be a real struggle not to return the favor.”
The air between us went still, and we both turned toward the bars.
Seconds later, we heard keys in a door, a door slammed closed, and then loud footsteps along the corridor.
A sassy woman appeared, not really looking at us as she unlocked the cell door.
“You’ll appear in front of the judge in ten minutes,” she said, and walked off.
Nate sighed, but with that ever-present smile on his face. “I guess we’d better not keep that judge waiting then, huh?” and he led the way out of the cell, leaving me wondering who stunk of jizz more, me or him.
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