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JAIL LIFE - Part 1
By NeoBoy
The circumstances that got me here somehow seemed unimportant. Why was life so unfair? For as long as I can remember I tried to help others and trusted them unconditionally. Where did that bring me? I was taken for a ride, used and framed, and finally sentenced to three years in this shit hole. And yet...
On my first night here I had been thinking of my life: single white male in late twenties, disappointed in life, in people, realizing that I'll probably never find any love and understanding in this crazy world. So far, I was hoping against hope for a happy ending: a house, a wife, a couple of kids running in the yard, a dog, a cat, enjoyable work and modest savings account - but this put a definite end to it.
To be honest, I never hit it off with girls - I had some good girl friends and I dated a few, but I left it at that. I was hoping for the right one to come, but she never did. Unlike all my friends who were constantly in sexual overdrive, my own needs were not that big. Also, I consider myself to be on the shallow end of the gene pool when it comes to cock size. It is very small when flaccid, and gets to about 5 1/2 inches when hard, thick at the base and narrowing along the shaft with a nicely shaped and proportional head. It comes with a pair of apricot sized balls hanging in a soft sack and that's it. Nothing spectacular. I'm nothing much to look at either: 6'1 with blond hair, blue eyes, fur covered hands, legs and butt, slightly overweight and always fighting to stay at least close to fit. I have a rough face and was never considered handsome. I used to change my looks every now and then: grow a goatee, or shave it off, dye my hair red or shave it off. I was looking for my true self, but I never found it.
They put me in the cell with a huge 6'5 nigger called Snake. My large frame and 214 pounds seemed nothing compared to his 290 pounds of shear muscle. His head was shaved, mounted on a thick neck and adorned with a pair of almond shaped brown eyes, wide Negroid nose, big full lips and a strong square jaw. He looked like he could easily bite my head off. Wide shoulders and massive lats framed his torso: the huge pecs were standing out even through the gray cover-alls. His upper arms were probably the size of my thighs. He had a perfect narrow waist, and I expected him to have a matching 6 pack, even though I couldn't see. His thighs were almost twice as big as mine, but the most prominent feature on him was the massive weapon he packed up front. It was clearly visible in the sleeve of his pants, coming down his right thigh over two thirds of the way down to his knee.
I was not comfortable being locked up in the same room with that animal, but somehow I managed to fall asleep. In the middle of the night I was woken up by being brutally thrown on the cell floor. Snake had grabbed me and turned me over, so I was lying on my stomach on the rough cement floor and then he mounted me, pinning my arms to the floor with his huge hands and my legs with his. I tried to break free, but his grip was like iron. I was still wearing my boxer shorts, but to may horror, I realized he was naked. His hardening monster was pressing on my butt crack and reaching almost half way along my back. He just held me there until he was sure I was fully awaken. Than he draw his lips to my ear and said in a deep low voice:
"My white pussy, it's time for our first fuck.", and he started rubbing his cock on my body with long slow, fucking motions.
I screamed off the top of my lungs: "Heeeelp!"
He laughed continuing his slow pumping motion. My cry carried through the hallway, but nothing happened.
"Help! He'll rape me!" I screamed again.
He didn't stop for a second. He leaned again to my ear:
"Listen pussy boy. No one will come. They expect me to do this. The management here decided it's best to pair us up and let us do whatever we want in our cells, as long as no one gets wasted. They supply us with lube and condoms and let us be. You can scream all you want, but no one will come. My last pussy has left, so they gave you to me. You are mine now, pussy."
It took a few moments for the horrible reality of what he said to hit me. "Please, man, don't do this" - I begged him. "I'll do anything you want, but please don't do this".
He never said a word, but just continued to rub his weapon against my back. I could feel it getting even longer and harder. I could not imagine being impaled on that thing. I was helpless, desperate. I started crying.
He stopped the rubbing motion, but remained pressed against me. He brought my arms together and held them both in his left arm. With the right one he started stroking my hair.
"Husssh", he whispered into my ear as he ran his hand gently through my hair. "Calm down, I haven't hurt you so far, have I?" For a couple of minutes, he continued whispering in my ear and stroking my hair, and my sobbing ceased.
"Ok, pussy. I'll give you a choice" - he said. "You can choose to give your ass to me willingly, which is what I would prefer - or not to do it. Do you understand?"
"Yes" - I managed to mutter out.
"Now, I will tell you what will happen in both cases, ok?" He was still stroking my hair, and it somehow made me feel better. "If you choose to give it to me, I will be gentle and loving. I will break you in slowly. I won't lie to you, it will hurt a bit in the beginning, but later you'll enjoy it more than anything you ever experienced before. I will also protect you from others and no one will bother you. Also, I'll train you and get you into shape for free" - he laughed. "Now that doesn't sound that bad, does it?"
"But I can not..." I started to speak, and he silenced me again.
"Husssh, ... let me finish. If you choose not to give it to me, which I hope for your sake you won't, I'll have to rape you. You see, I have to keep my reputation around here. I will have to butcher you up in the worst possible way. Your ass will be ripped apart, and you won't be able to walk for weeks. It will be a bloody mess. When you do get out from the infirmary, you will be everybody's whore. They will gang rape you in the showers whenever they want to, and I'll still be up your ass every night. You will wish you were dead." I already wished that. I was literally fucked.
He released my hands and un-mounted me. I was still in shock and remained there on the floor. He took the mattress from his bunk and placed it un the floor next to me. Than he lifted me up and placed me on the mattress.
"That's better," he whispered "isn't it?"
"Thanks" I replied. He straddled me, put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging me.
"Now, relax", he said. "I won't hurt you. You are so tense."
Lying on the mattress was better than the rough floor, and the pressure of his gigantic fuck tool was removed from my back (it was now towering above me) and I could only feel the soft brush of his equally oversized ball sack on my lower back, and his powerful but gentle hands on my shoulders. He continued massaging my shoulders, my neck, my back along my spine... To my amazement I did relax and feel a lot better. He repositioned himself so he could do my lower back, so he was now straddling me around my knees. His hands continued massaging me and I felt so good, but than he grab hold of my waist band and started pulling by shorts down. I tensed and nearly jumped in panic. He stopped.
"Dave", he assured me, "I will not hurt you. I promise. I will only continue massaging you, ok?"
The fact that he called me by name was helpful. I chose to trust him. He didn't attempt to undress me but started the massage again from my neck, my shoulders, down my spine to the lower back. I was relaxed again, and I trusted him. When he reached my waistband again, I decided to help him, and raised my but from the mattress. He pulled my shorts gently down towards my knees. He slid his hand under me and took my balls and my flaccid cock into the palm of his hand. He gave me a gentle squeeze and pulled his hand from under me. This was a very strange experience for me, but not unpleasant either. I lowered myself onto the mattress and he continued massaging my buttocks and thighs. From time to time he would run his fingers up and down my ass crack, brushing softly against the hole, and I didn't mind - it was quite pleasant.
He took my shorts off and moved onto massaging my calves and my feet next. By this time, I was loving it. Listening to his deep and rhythmic breathing and feeling his strong arms working my body like this felt like heaven. I must be mad, this guy threatened to rip my ass apart, to savage me in a most brutal manner. But he also offered to give me pleasure like I never new - didn't he? And this was pleasure, no mistake about it.
He finished massaging my feet and sat on the mat by my side. He put his arm around my back, leaned over me and softly kissed the back of my neck. He whispered into my ear:
"Turn on your back my sweet pussy."
I did what he asked and his face was now above mine. The absurdity of the situation suddenly hit me: I was in a jail cell, with the most frightening nigger I've ever seen, both of us naked, I knew he could seriously harm me and he threatened to do so if I wouldn't let him fuck me, and yet I felt safe, secure and was completely trusting him. If I was a one of those faggots that would kill for a guy like this in their sack it would make sense, but I wasn't. I even didn't mind him calling me his pussy. Good thing the cell was dark, because I must have turned crimson on that thought.
He straddled me again resting his soft ball sack on mine. He stretched his upper body allowing me the full view of the object that freaked me out when I first felt it pressed against my back - his gigantic fuck tool. It was the most amazing piece of man meet I've ever seen. It was hard and standing upright, looking as big as my forearm. I felt dizzy at the sight. He took my hands in his and gently kissed the inside and outside of each palm. He then let go of my left arm and started massaging the right one. First the hand, than the forearm, than the biceps, and finally the triceps, leaving the hand resting on the mattress above my head. Than he repeated it all with my left arm. It felt so good. He rested his arms on my elbows and lowered his body on mine. For the second time that evening, my body was pinned down by his. For the second time I was helpless, and for the second time his monstrous cock was pressed against my body, only this time I wasn't horrified, I wasn't tense any more, and I wasn't trying to break free.
I was totally relaxed, I totally trusted him and I was totally enjoying it. He brought his big soft lips to mine. He wasn't forceful, he wasn't demanding - he was waiting. I enjoyed the beautiful new sensation for a while and decided I wanted more. I parted my lips inviting him to enter. He bestowed on me a wonderful passionate kiss - nothing like I ever experienced before. His tong playing with mine, exploring my mouth, reaching deeper and deeper, almost into my throat. I was so disappointed when he broke away from the kiss. I wanted it to last forever. Again he whispered in my ear:
"Dave, I'm so glad you chose to give yourself to me."
His words struck me. Did I? I thought for a second and realized the obvious truth: I did. This man showed me how gentle and loving he can be and that was enough for me to trust him. I was quite at ease with being his, but the pussy part still frightened me a lot.
He must have realized what I was thinking because started whispering in my ear again: "Dave, did you enjoy me right now?"
"Yes Snake," I answered, "more than anything I ever experienced." He kissed me again, deeply, passionately.
"Don't worry Dave, I will be as gentle and loving when I fuck you as I was now, and you will enjoy it even more. Do you believe me?"
I didn't hesitate to answer "Yes, Snake. I do."
He let go of my elbows and raised himself to straddle me again. He started running his hands from my elbows to my armpits, down my side to my belly and up to my chest. He rubbed on my nipples and squeezed them gently. That felt amazing. I sensed my cock stirring. He was massaging my body, my stomach, my sides, my chest, my armpits; rubbing and squeezing my nipples. Soon I had a raging hard-on. Even fully hard, my cock was a midget compared to his black giant towering over it. He started rubbing my cock with his right hand, while his left was still playing with by body, teasing, squeezing, rubbing, caressing.
He moved further down my body, so he could bring his mouth to my cock. I felt his soft lips engulfing the head. The moist and softness of his mouth was incredible. I was ecstatic. Being limited to hand jobs I was giving myself from time to time, I had never experienced anything like this. Than the sucking begun. And the movement of his had up and down my shaft. I was in heaven. He took my whole cock into his mouth and thought I was going to die of pleasure. It took only a couple of moments for my body to convulse and I came. Snake pulled away from my member and moved up to my head again. He kissed me filling my mouth with my own cum. The taste was new and funky, but I liked it. I realized right than and there I that would like anything coming from this incredible man.
"Thank you Snake. I love being your pussy."
In response, he took my hand and drove it to the base of his shaft. For the first time I touched it with my hand. I was so thick, I could not encircle it with my hand. Snake lowered himself to the mattress next to me, allowing me better access. I sat up and took his hard monster with both hands. I started rubbing it up and down - like I would do with my midget - but this was something else.
"How long is it, anyway?" I asked.
"10 inch soft, baby," he answered "but when handled properly it gets to 15".
Holy tomalley, I thought to myself, that's incredible. As I was stroking it, I felt pre-cum running down my hand. This was the moment - I had to taste it. I leaned to the huge head and licked the pre-cum with my tong. It was a salty rich taste. I loved it. I opened my mouth wide and took the head in. I wanted to copy what Snake did to me. I started sucking and moving my head up and down his shaft. Snake was moaning deeply and I knew he liked it. I wanted to take him in like he took me (like I ever could) but as the head hit the back of my throat I gagged and had to pull away. Snake rose up and put his hand around my back.
He whispered to my ear: "Easy, there. I don't want my beautiful bride to choke to death on our wedding night." He kissed me. I loved his passion, and his teasing. "Dave, I will teach you to take it all down you throat, but it requires practice. For now you can use your hands to pump the shaft and your mouth to suck on the head, ok?"
"Yes, my love" I replied as he laid back and I was back to business. I started pumping his shaft with my hands, and sucking vigorously on the head. Snake's moans become deeper and deeper. I continued milking him for some ten minutes and than his breathing became shallow and sort, shaking his body and I knew it was time for the fireworks. The first gush took me by surprise as it filled my mouth and hit my throat with unimaginable force. I swallowed it quickly and 7 more followed equally strong and rich and plentiful. The taste was as rich as the pre-cum, but less salty and the texture was different. I gulped everything.
"Wow" I smiled "this is a full meal right there."
Snake laughed. "Since you liked it so much, I must remember to feed you regularly." He pulled me to him, embraced me and gave me another of his wonderful passionate kisses. "Remember my first words to you?" he asked teasingly.
"No, what?"
"They were: My white pussy, it's time for our first fuck!". He gently stroke my hair again, "Well, my pussy, how was it?"
"Heavenly", I answered and rested my head on his arm. "I can hardly wait for the next."
I dozed off to sleep with one thought: the same words that horrified me earlier and made me wish my life was over, now sounded so sweet and loving, and I had a feeling my life was just beginning. Maybe I had to end up here to found that true self that evaded me before. I slept peacefully in the arms of my lover.