The County Jail - XXX Gay Prison Porn Story
Doing time in the county jail is the worst kind of time there is. You ain’t got shit while you’re in the county jail, no t.v., no radio, no canteen, no yard, nothing. The county jail is way worse than prison unless you’re a scary motherfucker that’s never been there before and thinks you’re going to be jumped by a bunch of black dudes or something. You can always tell who is who in the county jail because the squares are crying and begging not to go to the joint, while the more experienced dudes just can’t wait to get sentenced so they can start doing some more comfortable time. Waking up at 5 o’clock in the morning to go to court and shuttling between holding cells every morning only for it to be a dry-run two times out of five has a way of wearing on you, especially when the D.A. is trying to talk the judge into burying you under the jail for the rest of your natural life.
I was sitting in a section of our county jail that they call "Siberia" back in 1999. I say sitting because that’s exactly what I was doing, sitting around and watching my life go by. I had been in there for about four months when they rolled this little Mexican kid. Actually, he was Spanish or something. His name was Sebastian and the Mexicans didn’t want anything to do with him. He was so innocent. Not being around women for almost half a year makes you long for anything soft and feminine and in jail that can mean someone who just doesn’t walk around burping and farting all day. This kid had smooth skin and he was soft. There is just no other way to put it. He had a little baby fat on him and he was just soft.
He really wanted to fit in with the few of us who had been around the block a few times. He started working out with us, doing back-arms off the lower bunks and curling homemade water bags with us. He started spending a lot of time around me and I guess I was somewhat of a big brotherly figure to him. We were always playing cards or dominoes, talking, watching Springer on the t.v. we all shared. I would give him advice on his case and he would talk a lot about his mom. He was a good kid. Some of the other guys would tease him, imply that he was gay and stuff like that. But I never did. I was just killing time as I waited to get my case resolved. I knew I was going to get a couple years. The only question was how many.
Anyway, the stress started getting to me and I started pushing at the kid a little harder each day, getting into his story. I knew that his great unspoken truth was that he was, in fact, gay. His girlfriend was coming to visit him every week but I could tell that he was wrestling with his emotions. I started caring less about him resolving this wrestling match though and more about what he could do to resolve how hard my dick felt every morning when I rolled out of bed to eat whatever slop they were serving for breakfast. I kept playing with the kid, teasing him, getting in his head, sex-playing him. I didn't tease him out in the open like everyone else did. I did it when we were alone.
Eventually, I told him how bad I needed to get my dick sucked and that I had been sucked off by other guys when I was in prison before. I could see him hesitate and that was all I needed. His silence spoke volumes. I asked him if he had ever sucked a guy's cock before. He just whispered something I couldn't hear, like he was going to break down. I looked around to see that two of the other guys were off at court and one was taking an afternoon nap. I held his hand affectionately under mine and reached it down to feel the throbbing erection that was not so well hidden underneath my county jail pants. His hand didn't fight me so I reached it down underneath my pants. It felt wonderful to have my cock touch something else besides my own hand again. I made him grope it in his hand. I started stroking it into his fist and...then I heard keys clanging down the tier as the officer keyed our unit in to let one of the guys back in that had been off in court.
We just sat there in silence for a few minutes as the old man (it's amazing how many of the people in prison are old fucking men) ate a sandwich and crawled under his covers to get away from whatever bad news he had received in court that day. I motioned for the kid to follow me and went into the bathroom. I liked the kid but I had so much testosterone flowing through me at that moment that I might have gone a different route if he didn't follow me, but he did.
I backed him into the toilet stall rather roughly and when he fell back so he was sitting on the toilet stall I pulled my dick out. I have a long Italian dick and I could see that this wasn't the first time he had looked a trouser-snake dead in the eye before. He was already licking his lips and then I just grabbed by the back of the head and made him get a good mouthful of my 8-inch cock. I was...
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