Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2008 11:49:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr Mike <kingotbass@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Place, Right Time

  We've all made mistakes. Luckily, I've made it to the point in life where
I can look back at most of them and laugh. Allow me to tell you the tale of
one of my youthful indiscretions...way back in the day.

  I was 17, and a bit of a young hellion. It was the early 1980s, in a
small town in Ohio, and I was heavily into punk rock. I had the spiked
hair, 5 gold hoop earrings in my ear, ripped jean, and a chip on my
shoulder the size of New York. I was your typical dark, brooding, teenage
male. The girls loved me and I took advantage of that every chance I
could. I was about average height, with a 30" waist, broad shoulders and
well defined pecs & arms from doing roofing and construction for my best
friend's dad's company. As it was late summer, I had a ruddy tan too.

  I've always been a bit of a loner but always had friends. I just didn't
always enjoy the same pastimes as most of my friends. Yeah, I liked
cruising around looking for girls and drinking 6-packs of whatever swill we
could get...but I wanted something different. I wanted more out of life. I
wanted excitement!

  I started to hang around with a kid named Brian Watts. He seemed pretty
cool and dug most of the bands I was into. He also always had pretty good
connections for speed, which was a popular pastime with the punks at the
time.  One night, we had gone to a couple of parties but they were lame, so
we went off looking for a bit of fun. Unfortunately for me, Brian's idea of
fun that night was raiding mailboxes, looking for checks, etc. I wanted no
part of this so I took off. About ½ mile away was an all-night convenience
store. I went in and got a pack of smoke and a can of soda and then
proceeded to just sit out front and watch traffic. In small towns, that's
often what one does...watch the cars go by and try to figure out how the
hell to get out of town for good.

  About 2:00am, the newspaper truck pulls up and dropped off the day's
paper delivery. Bored, I helped myself to one. So there I sat, 2:00am on a
Sunday, with half a buzz on, drinking a soda, smoking Marlboros and looking
through the paper when all of a sudden, 6 cop cars, rollers flashing, come
screeching into the parking lot!  "Don't move!", one of the cops shouted as
he jumped out of the car. Seeing that he and the other cops all had guns, I
made it clear that moving was the last thing on my mind. Next thing I know,
I'm being handcuffed to a gas pump and the police are questioning me about
mailboxes being raided by 2 "punks" and being asked where my accomplice
is. I froze. The cops thought that I'd been raiding the mail! Holy shit!

  The cops threw me in the back of one of the cruisers and sped me off for
the county jail. The officer was less than polite and told me, "Hey punk,
it just might go easy on you if you give your friend up now". I told him
that I had no idea what he was talking about.  Friends got to look out for
each other, even when they're being stupid.

  About 20 minutes later, I'm at the county jail juvenile facilities, being
processed on Federal charges of mail theft! I'm realizing that I'm in deep
shit here! I ask if I can make a phone call to my dad. The officer informed
me that my father had already been called and that as a minor, I basically
had no rights. I was then strip-searched and had a cavity search done. This
cop had his fingers up my ass...and he seemed to be enjoying it a bit too
much!

  After 20 or so minutes of questioning, I was placed in a cell. There was
a kid that I knew in the cell next to me. We'd all heard that he'd been
arrested for murder. Seems he'd gotten into a fight with some biker. The
biker had kicked his ass royally and this kid went home, got a knife and
came back and stabbed the biker in the chest. This really has nothing to do
with the story but I thought you might find it of interest. The kid's name
was Ricky.

  Well, when Ricky sees me being brought in, he gets quite a laugh. "Hey
man! I knew they'd finally lock your punk rock ass up!", he shouted and
laughed. If looks could kill, he woulda been a dead man. The guard laughed
and said, "Well now, looks like you're making friends already!"

  It was so fucking hot in my cell. It was 85 degrees outside and felt
hotter in the cells. There was one big, bright light...and I was to find
out that it NEVER went out. The only other things in the cell were the
bunks and the toilet/sink contraption. It was worse than I could have ever
imagined. As I knew I'd be here for at least the night, I made myself
comfortable on the bottom bunk.  The worst part was...I was horny. As we
all know, teenage boys are uncontrollable that way! So here I was, lying on
an uncomfortable mat on a bunk in a jail cell...and I had a raging hard on!
I tried to think of anything to make it go away.

  About an hour or so later, I hear some noise outside my cell. Then I hear
keys in my cell door...are they letting me out? No. Much to my surprise,
they were bringing in Brian Watts...the S.O.B. that landed me in here in
the first place! The cell door slams behind him and I get up to face
him. He went white as a sheet and just blubbering and apologizing to me for
getting me into this mess. I just punched him as hard as I could, square in
the face. I was angry as Hell! He tried to fight me off but I just kept
pummeling him. Finally, I was done. I told him the top bunk was his and
that he'd be best off to not piss me off anymore. I also informed him that
he had better straighten this mess out and tell the cops that I had nothing
to do with his little mailbox mess. When the guard came in the morning to
bring us breakfast, he saw Brian's face all bruised. He asked what happened
and I said, "he fell of the bunk".  The guard suggested that maybe I should
let him have the bottom bunk. "No dice", I replied. After the guard came
back for our breakfast trays, I began to pummel Brian some more, making it
clear that he had better find a way to get me out of this mess.

  Later that morning, my dad arrived with his lawyer. This was not my lucky
day. It seemed that the juvenile court judge was on vacation and I would be
in jail until he returned. As it turned out, so would Brian.

  The beatings continued for the next 2 days. I blackened both of Brian's
eyes, busted his nose and knocked out a few of his teeth. Every time that
Fats, our guard, brought us our meals, he'd comment on Brian's appearance
and our answer was always the same: "Fell off the bunk".  Finally, they
decided to move Brian in with Ricky, the killer. From the sounds I heard
coming from their cell, killing wasn't the only thing Ricky was good at.
It seemed that rape was a specialty of his too! While Ricky was shorter
than Brian by a good 3", he was all muscle from months & months of having
nothing to do but jailhouse workouts.  I could hear Brian crying and
moaning into his pillow while Ricky would yell, "Yeah bitch! Take that
dick! Your ass is MINE!". I could hear the muffled slaps as Ricky smacked
Brian around while repeatedly raping him. It never even sounded like Brian
tried to fight him off. What a pussy...

  I had the cell to myself, which was good because I really needed a good
wank. It had been days since I'd gotten off and my balls were ready to
explode! Just call me Mr. Lucky...I'd decided to wank sitting on the toilet
so I'd have someplace to blow my load...while I was wanking, the cell door
opened and Fats brought me a new cell mate. Just friggin' perfect.  It was
too late to stop so I just kept on going. I looked over at my new cell
mate, a young black kid I'd seen around school. He was very effeminate in
his speech and mannerisms and often wore girls' jeans to school. His eyes
were glued to my hand wrapped around my hard 6.5" dick. I swear, I thought
he was going to start drooling. He looked almost girly, wearing a midriff
Flashdance-style shirt and the tightest cut-off Daisy Duke shorts I'd ever
seen. I could see quite a bulge growing in those shorts too!

  "Don't even think about it man, I wasn't expecting company", I barked at
him, trying to maintain my tough guy act. He tried to avert his eyes and
said, "Sorry...I'll just take the top bunk...even though I prefer to be on
the bottom". He giggled when he said this.  I tried to finish wanking but
with another guy in the room, especially HIM, giggling, it killed the mood.
I let my dick go soft, zipped up, and laid on my bunk. Great. Not only am I
in jail, but now I've got blue balls! I didn't think it could get much
worse.

  With nothing else to do, my new cellmate and I got to talking. Turns out
his name was Curtis and he'd been arrested for shoplifting. It seems he
stole, as he put it, the hottest, tightest, Gloria Vanderbilt jeans he'd
ever seen. Oh man, he was sooooooo gay. His speech was so femmy and I swear
he swished when he moved. "Boy, this ass woulda looked to die for in those
GV's! Damn, you know it looks good!", he giggled as he jumped off the bunk
and showed his ass to me.  I have to admit, he did have a great ass. It was
a nice, big, round bubble butt. Most black girls I knew would've killed to
have an ass like that.

  "Hey man, look, I'm not a fag, OK? So knock that shit off", I lamely
barked at him.

  "Whatever baby. But its here if you change your mind, white boy", he
giggled and replied. "Besides, you been with some girls I know. I done
heard all about your freaky shit. I hear you likes fucking black girl
booty!" Curtis just kind of winked when he said this. "In fact, Doreen says
you done about wore her ass out last time y'alls was together".

  Doreen was a really good looking black girl at school that I'd messed
around with quite a few times. We would've been boyfriend/girlfriend but at
that point in time, the races just didn't mix that way...at least not
without trouble. And yeah, I did like fucking Doreen's "booty". It seemed
my hands always found her ass and so did my dick. She seemed to enjoy it
too, so I fucked her ass every chance I got.

  Curtis then swished over to the toilet and started to wiggle out of his
tiny little shorts. "Man! What the hell do you think you're doing???" I
asked.

  "Relax Whitebread, I'm just gonna use the toilet...if you don't mind!"
Curtis seemed to giggle every time he spoke. It was actually kind of cute.

  Curtis continued wiggling out of his shorts and I could see his
underwear. Tight little red bikini briefs. OK, I'll admit it...I was
staring. He had a hell of an ass on him. His legs looked completely
hairless too. I was wondering just how smooth his ass was...when he just
kind of stuck his ass out to get the rest of the way out of his
shorts. Damn it was hot!

"Whew! Thems felt like they was gonna be stuck but good on me!", Curtis
giggled. He caught me looking. "Uh huh! Oh I see! Mr. I-Ain't-No-fag,
checking out my booty! I bet you're thinking different now aintcha?"

"Whatever man" I groaned and laid back on my bunk.

"MmmmHmmmmm...you'll be thinking about this booty I bet! You wouldn't be
the 1st. Hell, you'd be amazed at some of the boys come sniffin' `round me!
They all wants it but are all askeered their boys will find out!". Curtis
giggled as usual but sounded a bit upset at the same time. I started
thinking that maybe his life was tougher than I'd imagined. A really
flamboyant gay kid, living in the projects and surrounded by people that
openly don't approve. Damn...that's got to be rough.

  I attempted to ignore what Curtis said but he was right, I was thinking
about it. There he was, not 3 feet from me, his shorts & underwear around
his knees, taking a piss and that ass just staring at me.  I was getting
hard again. This was so confusing; I like girls! But there was Curtis and
more importantly, there was Curtis' ass! It was round, dark & firm...a few
little stretch marks on it, just like Doreen's. Man, I had to stop thinking
about it.

  Curtis finished pissing, flushed the toilet/sink thing and turned around
before he pulled up his briefs and shorts. His dick was long, thick and
black...at least 7" soft, with big veins on it. He had a thick, dark bush
of pubes too. "Caught you looking didn't I Whitebread!" He giggled
again. "You just let me know when you want some...coz you got good
references!"

  I just rolled my eyes and laid back down. I was hard as a rock. I was
hoping my tight jeans would hide that fact but then Curtis said, "Wooooo
Damn! Looks like somebody got excited" as he pointed at my crotch. "Baby,
I'll take care of that for ya if ya want".

  "Keep it down man! You want everybody in the cells to think we're getting
it on or what?" I barked.

  "Baby please...its what goes on in here...one way or other. Mens got
their needs and they needs it taken care of. I'm just saying I'd love to
help YOU out.  Hell bitch, I'm horny too!" was Cutis' reply.

  "Whoa man! I'm not into that stuff!" I told him.

  "Baby, don't you worry bout how I gets off...you'll still be all man
afterwards". There was that giggle again. I had to admit, I was thinking
about it.

  As the day went on, it just got hotter & hotter in that cell. I was
sweating but didn't want to take my clothes off in front of Curtis. He was
hot too but had no trouble taking his clothes off around me.

 "Dammmmmmmmnnnn, its hotter than a mutha in here! I gots to take some of
this OFF!" Curtis exclaimed more to himself than me (I think). He hopped
down off the top bunk and wiggled his shorts off and slowly took off his
top, revealing a small, almost boyish chest. His nipples looked like dark
brown pencil erasers and he had a little bit of a hair trail from just
below his navel that disappeared into his red bikini briefs. Standing there
before me, he looked so sexy. That giant bulge in those tiny briefs, his
long, lean body and lets not forget that ass! This was also the 1st time I
really looked at his face. It was soft and smooth and almost girlish. He
had big brown/black eyes and the thickest lips. I wondered how they would
feel on my dick.

  "Damn Whitebread, lookit you! Laying there getting all sweaty! You
oughtta lose some of them clothes before you start stinkin' it up in here!
Don't worry...I won't bite...less you wants me to!" And of course, he
giggled.

  I couldn't believe it but I agreed and took off my shirt and jeans and
laid back down. My dick was well past tenting, it was halfway up my belly
by this point.

  "Damn boy! No wonder Doreen keeps coming back for more! Now that's a
pretty cock!" Curtis exclaimed.

  "Man, knock it off. You're making this harder than it already is..." I
answered

  "Baby, if I'm making it hard, then the least you can do is let me take
care of it!" and with that, he sat down on my bunk and slowly started
caressing my cock. I moaned. "There baby, now don't it feel good?" Curtis
asked in a hushed tone. His eyes were locked on mine. "Baby, I can make it
feel better all day and all night if you want". All I could do was lay
there moaning as he continued to stroke my dick. He pulled it the rest of
the way out of my briefs and used long, slow, soft strokes. He reached down
and cupped my balls and slowly squeezed them...not too hard but just
right. His touch was amazing!

  "Come down here on the floor baby, Curtis is gonna take good care of you"
he cooed as he helped me slide down onto the floor. Curtis then pulled off
my briefs and started to kiss and lick my entire body, never letting go of
my cock the entire time. I was mesmerized. He definitely knew what he was
doing. He licked and nibbled on each of my nipples then kissed his way down
my belly and to my cock. He took it in his mouth and began licking
it...almost like a popsicle. He wrapped his lips around it and slowly
worked all 6.5" down his throat...almost massaging it with his tongue as he
did.  He bobbed slowly up and down and before I knew it I was shooting a
load down his throat! He just swallowed and swallowed and took every last
drop, making sure to suck the last bit out of the head as he finished me
off.

 I laid there panting. "Damn! That was fucking awesome!" I tried to
whisper.

"Baby, I'll take care of that every day we're in here together...but I want
you to fuck me like you do Doreen. I'll make you forget that bitch!" he
giggled, "Hell, I'll make you forget your own name!"


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