Well the good news is that i survived jail. Now it was time for Prison. I couldn't fight my case anyway. I was drunk and I could have killed that woman that night. I'm only 22. I sure as hell dont fit in here. Good looking white guy, pretty good shape, if you ask me. So far jail proved to be pretty safe, but how would prison be. I was scared shitless. The guard sent me to my new "home". God please let my cellmate be some small loser who sleeps all day!
The tower gaurd cracked the door and siting on the bed was a huge bastard. I think he's half white half mexican? This could be bad. You hear horror stories all the time about prison. Would this be one of those?
"Hey man, I'm Steve, but you can call me Flaco." said the huge beast...only he sounded like me. Typical white guy. "What's up, I'm Jake but everyone calls me J" we shake hands, he's friggin strong but I could take him... if i had a sock filled with anvils...and a bat...and he was half asleep.
"First time?" he asked
"yeah"
"So you holding up okay?"
"I've been better but hey, can't complain, dont do the crime if you can't do the time, ain't that what they say?"
"I guess" he said softly and went back to writting his letter. I couldn't help but notice this big ass dude was sad. I went ahead and put my things away while Flaco wrote.
"so what are you in for?" I asked
"Bullshit" he answerd, guess he didn't wanna talk about it
"I was driving drunk, and almost killed someone" i offerd up, hoping to sound intimidating. yeah right. Nothing from Flaco
"So what race are you Flaco?"
"oh, i'm half white and mexican. You?" he asked with a smile, that acutally made him look gentle almost
"Full blooded Samoan and damn proud!" he thought that was hillarious. Time passed, theres not much to do in cell so we just talked all night. Turns out he was raised by the white half of his family so we had a whole lot common, other than all those friggin muscle and tattoos. And his year-round tan. He told me he was innocent, that he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and the color. Like I haven't heard that old song and dance before, but i wasn't gonna say nothin. He was a bigger man. He was very handsome for an inmate. What the hell am I saying, I've been away from women for too damn long. Lights out and time for bed, good, im so friggin tired. A new day in the morning, one more down, only 623 days left. Oh God
I woke up and climed down to use the rest room in the middle of the night. Flaco was lying on his back, i couldn't help but notice his boner. I'm not gay but I cock check just to see where i stand with others. It was huge just like the rest of him, I'm pretty big myself, 8 in. But this guy was porn star big. I used the pisser conveniently located right there in the cell, which is an awesome idea, i might get one at home installed right next to the bed. Oh well, time for more sleep...
"J? You up"
I'm so tired but what can you do when someones talking to you a foot away from you. "yeah" i managed to say
"you might wanna get up and get ready for showers, you only have a minute to get out of the cell befoer the doors close." he said. A shower sounds real nice right about now...no not in a gay way assholes, the bus ride was long and hot, poor choice of words, it's duration was only exceeded by the temperature. There, better? I grabbed all my stuff and stripped down to my boxers like Flaco did. That man must work out non-stop, his body was perfect he was all sweaty from working out while i slept. All his muscles were pumped and his skin was red and sweat dribbled down every part of him. His boxers were see-through from all the prespiration. It was almost obscene. Maybe he can whip me into shape. Not like that! Knock it off! Gez! The door open and we go to the showers. Just the two of us in there. I guess they dont want any problems so two guys at a time only. Flaco and I start showering, he's moving pretty fast so guess i should do the same, must not have a whole lot of time. The water wasn't too cold, nice. I couldn't help but check him out, he was big soft too, fucker! I shrink to bout half, this cool waters not helping, niether is the tower gaurd looking at us while we shower. Oh well, i don't need to impress anyone. Flaco grabs his cock to wash it, i'm not kidding you he held it at the end and it looked like he was sharpening a old-fashioned razor on a piece of leather.
"They let you in here with that weapon?" I asked
He just chukled
"Don't get any funny ideas while we're in here, that guard is right there watching" I joked
"Don't worry, I only like blondes" he said
I forced a laugh...Is my hair blonde or brown, i think its on the brown side, I should be safe, whatever he has joking...right?
Back in the cell we dried off and changed clothes.
"Can i work out with you sometime?" i asked
"If you can keep up" he grinned
"Hey dont let my size fool you, i can hang"
"Not from what I saw in the shower" he started cracking up at that. I didn't think is was so funny
"Hey it gets bigger when the time calls for it"
"Okay, whatever you say"
"I'm serious, not everyones built like you, i'm a grower"
"Sure, I believe you" he said, i did;t believe him
"I'll prove it" so I gabbed my dick and started stroking it to get it hard, it complied and I proved to him that it got bigger. Only afterward I realized what i had just done. I can't believe it just did that...and in prison. With the guys at school fine, in prison, oh hell no. He didn't say any negative.
"Alright I believe you now, you proved yourself." He finished dressing. I did too, I did't talk a whole lot that morning. I was still in disbelief that I whipped out my cock and stroked it in front a guy way bigger than me, and IN PRISON! God I hope my hair is brown?
The tower gaurd cracked the door and siting on the bed was a huge bastard. I think he's half white half mexican? This could be bad. You hear horror stories all the time about prison. Would this be one of those?
"Hey man, I'm Steve, but you can call me Flaco." said the huge beast...only he sounded like me. Typical white guy. "What's up, I'm Jake but everyone calls me J" we shake hands, he's friggin strong but I could take him... if i had a sock filled with anvils...and a bat...and he was half asleep.
"First time?" he asked
"yeah"
"So you holding up okay?"
"I've been better but hey, can't complain, dont do the crime if you can't do the time, ain't that what they say?"
"I guess" he said softly and went back to writting his letter. I couldn't help but notice this big ass dude was sad. I went ahead and put my things away while Flaco wrote.
"so what are you in for?" I asked
"Bullshit" he answerd, guess he didn't wanna talk about it
"I was driving drunk, and almost killed someone" i offerd up, hoping to sound intimidating. yeah right. Nothing from Flaco
"So what race are you Flaco?"
"oh, i'm half white and mexican. You?" he asked with a smile, that acutally made him look gentle almost
"Full blooded Samoan and damn proud!" he thought that was hillarious. Time passed, theres not much to do in cell so we just talked all night. Turns out he was raised by the white half of his family so we had a whole lot common, other than all those friggin muscle and tattoos. And his year-round tan. He told me he was innocent, that he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and the color. Like I haven't heard that old song and dance before, but i wasn't gonna say nothin. He was a bigger man. He was very handsome for an inmate. What the hell am I saying, I've been away from women for too damn long. Lights out and time for bed, good, im so friggin tired. A new day in the morning, one more down, only 623 days left. Oh God
I woke up and climed down to use the rest room in the middle of the night. Flaco was lying on his back, i couldn't help but notice his boner. I'm not gay but I cock check just to see where i stand with others. It was huge just like the rest of him, I'm pretty big myself, 8 in. But this guy was porn star big. I used the pisser conveniently located right there in the cell, which is an awesome idea, i might get one at home installed right next to the bed. Oh well, time for more sleep...
"J? You up"
I'm so tired but what can you do when someones talking to you a foot away from you. "yeah" i managed to say
"you might wanna get up and get ready for showers, you only have a minute to get out of the cell befoer the doors close." he said. A shower sounds real nice right about now...no not in a gay way assholes, the bus ride was long and hot, poor choice of words, it's duration was only exceeded by the temperature. There, better? I grabbed all my stuff and stripped down to my boxers like Flaco did. That man must work out non-stop, his body was perfect he was all sweaty from working out while i slept. All his muscles were pumped and his skin was red and sweat dribbled down every part of him. His boxers were see-through from all the prespiration. It was almost obscene. Maybe he can whip me into shape. Not like that! Knock it off! Gez! The door open and we go to the showers. Just the two of us in there. I guess they dont want any problems so two guys at a time only. Flaco and I start showering, he's moving pretty fast so guess i should do the same, must not have a whole lot of time. The water wasn't too cold, nice. I couldn't help but check him out, he was big soft too, fucker! I shrink to bout half, this cool waters not helping, niether is the tower gaurd looking at us while we shower. Oh well, i don't need to impress anyone. Flaco grabs his cock to wash it, i'm not kidding you he held it at the end and it looked like he was sharpening a old-fashioned razor on a piece of leather.
"They let you in here with that weapon?" I asked
He just chukled
"Don't get any funny ideas while we're in here, that guard is right there watching" I joked
"Don't worry, I only like blondes" he said
I forced a laugh...Is my hair blonde or brown, i think its on the brown side, I should be safe, whatever he has joking...right?
Back in the cell we dried off and changed clothes.
"Can i work out with you sometime?" i asked
"If you can keep up" he grinned
"Hey dont let my size fool you, i can hang"
"Not from what I saw in the shower" he started cracking up at that. I didn't think is was so funny
"Hey it gets bigger when the time calls for it"
"Okay, whatever you say"
"I'm serious, not everyones built like you, i'm a grower"
"Sure, I believe you" he said, i did;t believe him
"I'll prove it" so I gabbed my dick and started stroking it to get it hard, it complied and I proved to him that it got bigger. Only afterward I realized what i had just done. I can't believe it just did that...and in prison. With the guys at school fine, in prison, oh hell no. He didn't say any negative.
"Alright I believe you now, you proved yourself." He finished dressing. I did too, I did't talk a whole lot that morning. I was still in disbelief that I whipped out my cock and stroked it in front a guy way bigger than me, and IN PRISON! God I hope my hair is brown?