Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 07:03:55 -0700 From: Ronald Frobnitz <moose91762@yahoo.com> Subject: Me and JoJo in the State Pen This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental, although some characters might be loosely based on real people, in which case they are composites of more than one person. The events depicted in this story are fictitious, but not entirely. If anything like this ever happened, and you recognize it, enjoy the memory, but I wasn't there to record it. Copyright 2014 by Dick Zucher. Please do not repost this story anywhere without asking permission first. I'll probably say yes, but I'd like to have the opportunity to grant that permission. ME AND JOJO IN THE STATE PEN by Dick Zucher The reception area at State Prison is a scary place. Three levels of cells line three walls overlooking a huge area that in any other unit would be open space, but here were covered by counters, cubicles, and equipment used for processing new inmates. Not the least scary are some of the inmates. Gang members, rapists, murderers, and batterers are all processed in the same place as drug offenders, child abusers and non-violent thieves. Until the prison officials sort out who is who, everyone goes into one big cage, the weak and unpretentious at the mercy of the strong and controlling. Well, I had survived the big cage somehow, and got assigned to a cell on the ground floor. It was a two-man cell, upper and lower bunks, a combination toilet and sink on the back wall, and a writing desk with a built-in stool alongside. A long shelf unit divided in half hung on the wall opposite the bunks to accommodate each inmate's belongings. The whole cell must have been about six feet wide and ten feet long. When I entered the cell, I was alone. "Oh, God," I prayed. "Let me stay alone in here. The boredom of no one to talk to has to be better than dealing with whatever maniac they might put in here with me." My prayers were not to be answered, however, because half an hour later I was joined by a man who appeared to be a Latin-American gang-banger called Jo-Jo. His ID badge identified him as "Gomez, Jose." Jo-Jo appeared to be about 35, had long black hair and a scraggly beard. His arms were covered in tattoos, and through his v-neck shirtfront I saw many more tattoos. He wasn't tall, and he wasn't short. He was fairly nicely-built, but he had a look on his face like he hated the world. Jo-Jo made up the top bunk then sat on my lower bunk beside me. "So, why are you in PC?" he asked, PC meaning Protective Custody. I decided the direct approach was the easiest. "Because I'm gay," I answered. "Yeah?" raised an eyebrow. "You suck cock?" "Yeah." Of course I suck cock, stupid. You think all gays do is cook and decorate? This was not said out loud, of course. "Hmmm. You swallow?" "Yeah." "Huh." He looked away, staring at the little window in the cell door. "You think you might suck mine?" "Maybe if we could have some privacy," I said. People were walking by the door on a regular basis. Guards peeking in the windows, inmates heading to their cells or to the showers in the center of each cellblock. "Don't you worry about that," Jo-Jo said. This traffic will stop after a while. Jo-Jo moved over to the stool and leaned against the desk. "Makes me horny just thinking about it." He grabbed his crotch, emphasizing the outline of his hardening cock. I smiled shyly and lay down on my bunk. "Look," Jo-Jo said. He pulled his waistband down and showed me his hard uncut cock. It was about 6 or 7 inches, and curved upward just a little bit. The head barely peeked out from the foreskin. "Mmm," I said. It could be worse. Maybe it would be a good thing to have a tough guy on my side, and God knows I've never been shy about sucking a stranger's cock. "I'll suck your dick til your head caves in," I said. Jo-Jo stood up, adjusting himself. "C'mere," he said, and walked toward the door. "Right here by the window, no one can see what's going on inside. I'll watch for the guards while you suck." I dropped to my knees and pulled the elastic waistband down on his orange pants and oversized cotton boxers. His dick sprang to attention, pointing at the ceiling. The foreskin was fully contracted by now, and I took the hard sex in my hand, giving it a few tugs to make sure he was as hard as he could get. I took his dick into my mouth and began sucking. He tasted sweet, and the skin texture was soft like a boy's. I pulled off and licked the shaft up and down, and licked at his sweaty balls. The aroma was intoxicating and the flavor was unsurpassed. Once again I plunged down the length of his manhood, feeling his cockhead against the back of my throat. He moaned softly, but kept his eyes on the common area outside the little window. "Oooohhh, yeah, suck it," Jo-Jo said. I was happy to oblige. I sucked his shaft up and down, up and down, swirling my tongue around his sensitive head every time I reached the tip, then back down to the base, his pubes tickling my nose and lips as his dick head met the back of my throat. Up and down, in and out. I moaned appreciatively, giving Jo-Jo a bit of a hummer, and he sighed in ecstasy. I pulled off his shaft and licked at his cockhead, then ran my tongue down to his balls again, taking one of them into my mouth. He grabbed his rod and started jacking furiously as I sucked on his balls. "Ready?" he panted. "Here it comes!" I took his cock back into my mouth and plunged up and down its length several times. Jo-Jo shivered and shot spurt after spurt down my throat. I hungrily lapped up the cum, savoring every drop. "Whew!" he breathed. "Been a long time." He pulled his pants back up and tucked his dick down then sat on the side of my bunk. "Looks like this vacation won't be so bad after all." Later that night, after dinner, which they proudly called "chow," and I called some unidentifiable glop served next to an apple crisp that was fairly good, Jo-Jo sat next to me on my bunk and put an arm around me. "That was some mean head you gave me today. Think you could do it again?" "I might," I answered. "You ever fuck a guy?" I was getting ideas. "Nope. What's it like?" "It's like fucking a girl, only a guy's ass is tighter than any pussy ever thought of being." "Yeah? Why don't you tell me about it after lights out?" The evening wore on. Some inmates got mail, the guards made bedchecks on a regular basis, and eventually it was time for the evening shift change, followed by lights out. "Well," Jo-Jo said. "It'll be a little while, then I want to talk to you." We crawled into our respective bunks and settled back in the dark. After about an hour a guard shined his flashlight in the window and passed on. "Ready?" Jo-Jo asked from above me. "Are you?" I asked. "Let's do it." He slid down off the top bunk in his boxers and stood on the floor. "I want to know what it's like to fuck you," he said. I got out of bed and grabbed myself a fistfull of cock. "Let's do this," I said. We both were clad only in boxer shorts, and I felt upwards and tweaked his tattooed tits with my fingers. "Uh-huhhh," he breathed. He put his hands on my bare shoulders. "So, how we gonna do this?" I pulled his boxers down and let them puddle around his ankles. His dick was standing at half-mast in anticipation. I took it into my mouth and gave it a few quick strokes, bring him to full erection. "We need something for lube," I explained. I took my bar of soap and moistened in the sink attached to the toilet. I soaped up my hand real good and stroked his boner with it to get it good and slippery. "You just stand there and let me do all the work," I said. I stood in front of him and backed my ass up against his cock. "Just let me do it," I repeated. I took his hardon in my hand and guided it toward my asshole, easing it in ever so gently. "How you doing so far?" I asked. "Mmm." he sighed. I backed up a bit and felt him begin to penetrate. "Wow," he said. "Okay, just push forward gently. . . that's it . . . slowly . . . OOOHHH!" Jo-Jo's cock penetrated the anal ring and his dick slid in up to his balls. Oh, yeah! Four months in the county jail with no cock whatsoever meant that I was really ready to get FUCKED! Jo-Jo pulled back a bit then pushed forward again. "Yeah. This is great! You're tighter than any bitch I ever fucked." "Fuck me! God, fuck me, Jo-Jo!" Jo-Jo began thrusting back and forth, back and forth, pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh." That was Jo-Jo. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh." That was me. "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,." Both of us together. My own cock was leaking precum as Jo-Jo pounded my ass. I jacked myself as he continued fucking the living shit out of my hungry ass. "Ahhhh-eeeeeeh-ooooohhhh!" Jo-Jo screamed-whispered simultaneously as he shot his hot load in my ass. Ahhh. That was one of the greatest fucks I'd ever received. Whew! Jo-Jo whirled me around and kissed me full on the mouth, tongues wrestling with each other in pent-up passion. "Man! I think I'm going to like living with you, babe," he said. "Well, I'd say we have our work cut out for us. I still haven't kept my promise." "What do you mean?" he asked. "Your head hasn't caved in yet." Well, that's the way it didn't really happen. As I said at the beginning, it's all an amalgam of actual events tempered with wishful thinking, and just pure imagination. 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