It Happened To Me:                    

            "I Got Poked in the Pokey"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Illustration by Michael Kirwan 

Story by William Cozad

 

 

Originally published in The Advocate Classifieds magazine - October, 20, 1992

 

 

"Bang that cherry butt."

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I was walking downtown with my friend John when this guy with a girl on his arm bumped into him. "Outta my way, punk," the guy said.

"Got a problem?" John asked.

"Fuck you. Watch the fuck where you're goin'."

Suddenly the bully swung at John. Big mistake.

John was a jock in college. He is tall, dark, and muscular, with brown hair and hazel eyes. Super handsome. He is usually easy-going, so I'd never seen him fight before.

I tried to pull John away from the guy. The two were down on the sidewalk punching each other.

"Stop it!" I said.

"Kill the bastard!" the girl encouraged her boyfriend. John was clearly getting the best of the bully, who was bleeding from a punch in the nose.

Out of nowhere came the cops. The burly older officer separated them, but it was like pulling taffy.

"What's going on here?"

"He insulted me," the girl said. "Then he attacked my boyfriend. Him and his friend are a couple rowdy drunks."

"That true? You been drinking?" the cop asked. "Only a couple beers," I volunteered.

"Alright, I've heard enough."

Next thing I knew, John and I were shoved up against the squad car, frisked, and cuffed. I couldn't believe this was happening. We were hauled off to jail, and the bully and his girl got off scot-free. The cops didn't fingerprint us or allow us a phone call. They just put us in a cell with two other guys.

"Looks like some fish," the older of the two said. He was tall and blond, in his thirties.

"Looks like chicken," the other man said. He was short and dark, late twenties, Hispanic. They'd staked out the top bunks.

"I'm Bob," the blond said. "The Rican's name is Angelo. What's your beef? What are you in for?"

"Some guy started a fight with John," I said. "How about you guys?"

"Armed robbery. Offed a couple pigs." That sent shivers up and down my spine.

"He's full of shit. We're a couple of burglars who got nabbed," Angelo said.

"They wouldn't have got me, except my stupid partner there opened the closet and gave me away."

"Tough titty," Bob said. "Can't do the time, don't do the crime."

A trustee brought us trays of food. Yuck, it tasted like slop. I couldn't eat it. I was surprised that John did. It was even worse than the college cafeteria food, which was pretty bad.

As the time passed, I started to realize that we were going to spend the night in jail. I felt panicky . I'd never been in trouble before. night in jail. I felt panicky. I'd never been in trouble before. Neither had John, to my knowledge.

After lights-out, I was really scared. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying. I didn't want them to think I was a big gutless kid, especially not John. I watched the shadows dancing on the cell walls.

 



"Wanna cigarette, bunky?" Angelo asked me.

"Yeah, thanks."

I lit up and inhaled the smoke.

Looking across the cell, I saw Bob get down on John's rack. They were talking and eating Milky Way candy bars, it looked like.

I thought I was seeing things when I saw Bob fondle John's crotch. John didn't protest. The guy took out John's dick. It was long, fat, and uncut. I'd never seen it hard before. I admired John's athletic body much more than his mind, but I had never dared to try anything funny with him.

Then, Bob was sucking John's cock. His head was bobbing up and down. I got a big hard-on, but I was jealous, too. I sort of thought of John as my property. I mean, he was my buddy, and I'd jacked off thinking of him many times. I felt betrayed that he let a complete stranger give him a blow-job. I listened to his soft moans and the slurping sounds of the cock-sucker.

Angelo got down on my rack with me. He groped my dick.

"Bet you 'd like to get that dick of yours sucked off, wouldn't you?"

"No," I said.

"C'mon, baby. Don't play hard to get. You're in jail, you know. I could do whatever I want with you. No one would stop me."

"I'll scream," I protested weakly.

"No one will care. You're probably a stinking virgin."

"I've had plenty of chicks on campus," I lied.

"Oh, you're college boys , eh? Never had me a brainy boy before. Why don't you just relax like your friend over there?"

"'Cause I don't go for that shit."

My cock was oozing. I was green with envy. I found the Puerto Rican man pretty hot, but he was a total stranger. I had feelings for John.

"Fooling around will make the time go fast. They'll probably cut you boys loose in the morning."

"Think so?" "They didn't charge you with any crime, so they gotta let you go. They just put you in the cooler."

"Blow me, but nothing else."

"Atta boy. Now you're talking. Believe me, I give great head, you'll see."

He wasn't exaggerating. When he freed my cock, I was ready to blast off. His tongue licked my dick head and drove me crazy. His mouth was wet, and his lips slid up and down my shaft.

"Suck it. Oh, yeah. Keep doing it," I urged him. He stopped to prolong the agony. He licked my balls. I couldn't stand it. I went off like a sprinkler, splattering cum all over the bunk. Angelo was lapping up the gobs of my cock snot, which surprised me and pleased me at the same time.

"Look what you did to me," he said. Angelo flashed me his dark, drooling uncut dick. I gotta admit, it was tempting.

"Feel it, baby." He placed my hand on his dick. I was shocked at how hot it was, how strong it was, and how it pulsed with life.

I looked over at John. Bob was still honking on him.

"Taste it, baby," Angelo whispered

"No , I'm not that way. Ain't no fucking queer."

"C'mon. I know you wanna kiss my Rican prick." He shoved my head down on his crotch before I could stop him. I swear I didn't want to, at first. Probably because I was sure John would see me and not respect me because of it, but I gave in to the urge.

Man alive, I'd been drooling over John all semester. I'd been waiting all my life to taste a cock. Now was my big chance. Even if it was with a Rican who was older than me.

I stuck out my tongue and tasted the salty goo . After that there was no stopping me. Like I was a born cock-sucker, I fastened my lips around the bullet-shaped cock head.

"Oh, yeah. Suck it, baby."

His dick was much bigger than I thought once it was in my mouth and snaking down my throat. I wasn't sure how to suck and breathe at the same time.

"Watch it. Don't bite." I realized that my teeth scraped his cock. I couldn't help it, it was so big. By now Angelo was pumping his prick down my throat. He was excited and pulled my hair. Tears stung my eyes.

"Suck it. Oh, yeah. Get me off."

His Rican cock was getting the better of my tonsils, and I was sure I'd choke to death. His cock got hard as a rock.

"Ay, it's coming!"

Big blasts of creamy jism splattered down my throat and flooded my mouth. I couldn't swallow it all, there was so much of it. I choked on the heavy load and felt the jizz drip out of the corners of my mouth.

He pulled his prick out, and I licked my lips, tasting the salty drool, wanting every drop of it.

"Fucking coming! Shooting my fucking load!" John shouted. I looked over in the shadows. He'd been watching me cop Angelo's joint. He knew my story now — that I was a queer.

Suddenly I started to bawl. "He made me do it, John. I didn't want to. You gotta believe me."

"Oh, shut up," Angelo said . "Nobody who sucks dick the way you sucked mine doesn't want to."

I felt like such a fool.

"You ought to try him, Bob. He bites like a barracuda, but he's just a beginner." Bob flashed me his tool. It was humongous, even bigger than Angelo's. Beer-can size and neatly clipped.

"Come on over here and show me your stuff," Bob said.

"You don't have to," John said.

"Shut the fuck up," Angelo said.

"Oh, wow. They put us in a cell with a couple queers," John said.

"Three now, counting your buddy. Mean to tell me he doesn't blow you?" Bob leered.

"Listen, we're buddies, not fags like you two."

"Us fags, as you call us, can kick your asses — cut your fucking throats if we want to. We're not little punks like you."

"You don't scare me," John said.

"Forget it, John. It's not worth it," I said.

"Listen to your friend, Johnny. He's a bright boy. With a little practice, he'll be an expert cock-sucker. Something you could appreciate if you wised up," Angelo said.

"Screw you. You're losers, or you wouldn't be in jail," John said.

"Maybe we should turn out these snot-nose bastards," Bob said.

"Hey, man, don't get Bob going. He's crazy. Crazy Bob is his street name."

"Crazy like a fox, right?"

"Right, Bob."

 

 


"I don't know about you guys, but I think I'm gonna crash," I said.

"Watch your ass," Bob said. "Angelo is a real asshole bandit."

"Don't fuck with my friend," John said.

"Looks to me like you're as hot for him as he is for you," Angelo said.

"Let's teach these two punks a lesson," Bob said.

This jail scene was turning into a nightmare. You could hear doors banging, loud talking, and laughing from other cells. For the first time I was really terrified of these older guys. Together I knew John and I were no match for them. And I was scared they might cut us. They probably had knives. I mean they had smokes and candy, which they had said were like money in jail.

Angelo stripped me naked. I didn't resist . Damn, I gave myself away. I had a boner even if it was more from fear than arousal. When Bob peeled off John's duds, he didn't protest. I thought he'd raise hell, but he had already had what must have been a pretty boss blow-job.

Bob and Angelo stayed dressed. I must say, I'd like to have seen both of them naked with their mature muscular male bodies. I imagined Bob was smooth-skinned and Angelo hairy.

"Why don't you blow your buddy for openers," Bob suggested. Angelo spread my blanket out in the center of the floor. Then they shoved us onto it. John's cock was soft, the head in a cowl of foreskin.

"Suck him off. Show him your stuff," Angelo encouraged.

I sniffed John's musky crotch. I was gone. I started licking away at his cock, his bush, his balls, his thighs.

"Oh, yeah. Go for it," Angelo said. "I told you he was hot to trot for his buddy.

John's cock lengthened, and he moaned when I fastened my lips on it.

"Suck it. Suck that dick," Bob said.

 



I threw myself into it like I was in a porno movie, only with body and soul, since it was my idol, John. I sucked and slurped on his fat, juicy uncut prick. Looking up at John in the shadowy cell, I could see that he was really enjoying my ministrations. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I could see both Bob and Angelo were watching us and masturbating.

"Ram that big dong down his throat," Bob said.

"Fuck him in the mouth," Angelo said. Before long, John's cock got steely hard, and he blasted his load in my mouth. This time I ate it all. It was thick like syrup and just as sweet.

"Jack him off. Give your pal a break," Bob said.

John took the direction, wrapping his fingers around my randy prick. He had to jerk my prick only a few times before it spurted, oozing onto his hand. In an act of worship of him, I licked my own cum off his hand.

"Give the cock-sucker what he really wants," Angelo said. John didn't seem to get it. But his dick didn't go soft either, like mine had.

"Fuck that punk in his ass," Angelo continued.

"Do it to him," Bob said.

Both of the older guys still had boners in hand. I was really hot to trot. If I'm lying, I'm dying. My asshole twitched at the very suggestion that John might screw me. This was only titillation to them; they had no idea of my secret romantic dream that John would take my cherry.

"You don't have to do it," John said.

"I know a slut when I see one," Angelo said.

"Takes one to know one," Bob said. Bob and Angelo got close to us, like referees, only they were helpers. It was Bob who licked John's dick to keep it stiff while Angelo rimmed my butt hole to lube it.

"Ready," Bob said. I was positioned doggy style, but I looked over my shoulder. John mounted me. Bob actually positioned my friend's drooling prick at my pucker, and then I felt intense pain, which I wasn't prepared for.

"Yeow!" I bellowed.

"Stay still," Angelo cautioned. Angelo jacked my soft cock to take my mind off the pain of penetration. When my cock got hard, I was on my way. I wanted to get screwed.

"Fuck me," I said.

"Go for it," Bob said.

"Bang that cherry butt," Angelo said. John stroked my butt hole slow and deep. I cradled my face in my arms, then looked up between my legs at his big low-hangers, which I could feel slapping against my own balls.

"Fuck that ass," Bob said.

"Harder!" Angelo said. "He can take it." John responded to the coaching like he was used to from playing sports. I loved the hunky jock's big meat up my ass. I'd give him the ride of a lifetime, I was determined. I humped back. I clenched my butt muscles around his prick. It was working. He was on his way.

Looking from side to side, I could see Bob and Angelo jacking off while they watched John's prick penetrate me and my own boner wildly gyrating.

"Shoot up his ass," Bob said.

"Cum inside the slut," Angelo said. John's cock was as hard as a rock. just as he was ready to blast, I did. I spewed my pearly white cum drops all over the blanket. God, my asshole convulsed around his prick, bringing him off. It felt like going through a car wash when Bob and Angelo, after fisting their pricks furiously, splattered us with hot cum drops from both sides.

I fell prone on the blanket, and John collapsed on top of me, licking my ear and kissing my neck until his spent cock slid out.

I thought I was having a wet dream. My sore, throbbing butt told me different. I was ready to crash on my rack when all the lights came on. The trustee showed up with hot black coffee and stale cake doughnuts.

Soon afterward the jailer came and let us go. For a moment I wasn't really sure I wanted to go. This cold steel and concrete jail cell was as close to paradise as I'd ever come in my young life.

Bob and Angelo shook hands with us and hugged us. It was an emotional good-bye, which pissed the jailer off.

Everything changed after John and I spent the night in jail together. Of course, John bragged to his macho jock buddies how he'd kicked a guy's ass and had been thrown in the slammer to cool off. Only I knew the real story of what happened in that jail cell. And mum's the word as long as John continues to be my asshole buddy.
 

 

 

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