Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2002 01:27:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: neoboy_1 <neoboy_1@gay.com>
Subject: Jail life - Part 1

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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.