Hmmm, I thought about tomorrow, and looked around the cell. I was making parole tomorrow. I looked around at the few things I had acquired during my 14 month lock up. Wasn't nothing I wanted to take. My punk could keep it all, till he could find a new man. I looked at my watch. Less than 16 hours, I was being shipped to some halfway house.

A fucking halfway house, that don't mean your half free; it means you're in a different kind of prison. Don't matter there's different kinds of prisons; you still ain't your own person when you're in one.

It was almost time for my punk to be home. I was going to miss the bitch. At first, I didn't think the bitch was gonna make it. He cried and begged, but after a few weeks, the punk could take me to the hilt, cunt or head. Never had found no one to deep throat me before. I sure was gonna miss my punk.

I thought back, it was like a year ago the punk had hit my cell. He was a blonde, real skinny thing, tried to come in the cell acting bad-assed. Lights had been out maybe ten minutes the night he lost that cherry. I laughed thinking how now he loved my big cock. He wanted it 3, 4 times a day now. Silly faggot, but after being with him like a year, I knew I would miss that bitch.

The cell door opened, my bitch walked in. he had been crying I could tell.

I jumped off the bed, and grabbed his hair. "Who fucked with you?"

"No one," the bitch sobbed.

"Then why are you fucking bawling?"

My punk said, "You're leaving. This is our last night."

"You stupid bitch, then make it good to me. Stop fucking whining!"

The punk thought about it and stopped acting so fucking pansy-assed. He gave me head twice, and I fucked him twice. I let him rub on me and tell me how much he loved me, all that shit punks like to do. I even let the faggot kiss me a few times.

I woke up a couple hours before chain time. My dick was stiff, the punk was on the rack right below me, I jumped on down. I looked in his bunk, and smiled. He was asleep on his stomach. I could see the shape of his butt under the sheets. I yanked the sheet off, and fucked him silly. Before the law called me out, I had managed a couple more nuts. Right in front of the guard, I gave the punk one hell of a good bye kiss!

On the way out of the prison, I was given one set of clothes and the money I had on my books. There was a van waiting for me. I didn't even get the break of riding the Greyhound. The ride took a couple hours.

I looked at my new home as we pulled up. It looked like a regular apartment complex, just old, and surrounded by a security fence. Some old geezer read me the rules and gave me a copy. I followed him to what was once an efficiency apartment. It had a kitchenette, a good size bathroom, and one large room with two beds, a couple chairs, and a couple desks. Not bad!

The geezer wheezed off. I was left to myself. I needed to get some decent clothes, but the rules said I had to meet with some counselor before I could leave the property. I looked around the room. I could tell I shared it, and that he smoked. No other sign.

I read the rules. It seemed I had along weekend in front of me. No counselors on weekends, I guess at least it didn't have bars. I could live. I checked out the bathroom. A real bathroom with a real door. In prison, each cell had a toilet and sink, right out in the open. Showers in prison were bigger than some houses, lots of men trying to look at each others ass.

I took a long soak in the tub, something I hadn't done in over a year. I got out, wrapped a towel around me, and climbed in the empty bed for a nap. May as well sleep till chow time in the morning.

I woke up late that night, I stayed still and didn't change my breathing pattern. I knew someone had came in the room. I could smell a cigarette burning. It was my new cellie. I sat up and looked at him. He was sitting on his bed, trying to remove his shoes. I could smell some beer. Its funny how you can smell after being locked up. You can even hear better.

He said, "Hey, Whassup?" and continued trying to untie his shoe.

"Nothing, nothing dude," I told him.

"I'm Joe, Joe Williams. I been out on a pass,"

"I'm Keith, Keith Jenkins, and I haven't been out on a pass."

He let his shoe-string go and shook hands. He pulled his shirt over his head. Damn, I got a view while he tried to get his head out of the shirt. Golden, smooth skin, big pointed nipples covering pecs with just a bit a baby fat left. My dick started rising. In prison, a punk with nipples like this would cause a riot!

Here I was on the outside, and my dick all hard for a dude's smooth chest! Prison does that to a man, makes him look at other men no matter how straight he was.

Joe had his shirt off. He gave up untying the shoes and just kicked them off. He started dropping his jeans. He stepped out of them, and scratched at his privates through his boxers. The guy was fine in a way that made my cock drip, short, pretty smooth, and just enough baby fat to make big Keith drip some punk lube.

He walked towards the bathroom door. I watched the melons filling them boxers on his way over. I heard him take a leak. I had wanted to learn more about this Joe. I needed to fuck bad.

He came back to his bed, and lit up another cigarette.

"So, Joe, which joint were you in?" I needed to know.

He shook his head, "First offender, came straight here from the courtroom. Where were you at?"

I told him; we talked about prison life enough to bore me.

He told me how he had been on an 8 hour pass. How he had fucked this chick. I knew he was lying He didn't smell like sex. This was getting interesting. He told me he needed some sleep.

I lay there, thinking about them nipples. I needed to get off, but fuck, I hadn't had to beat my meat in the joint, wasn't going to do it in the free world. I pictured those short, stocky legs wrapped around my waist, my mouth sucking on those juicy nipples, my cock up that boy cunt. Shit, wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.

I lay on my side, facing away from Joe. I was too tense to get to sleep, but I pretended I was. I heard Joe's breathing break after about 2 hours. He was coming awake. I didn't move. I could feel him moving towards the bathroom.

He turned the light on, leaving the door open. I could see his shadow as he took a leak. I heard the shitter flush, and heard him come back to his bed. He had left the light on. I could see his shadows on the wall in front of me.

"Keith, you awake?" he asked in a quiet voice.

I didn't answer, curiosity kept me pretending I was asleep. He took his cigarette back towards the bathroom. I heard his boxers hit the floor. I heard him playing with his dick. I pretended to turn in my sleep. I looked through my eyelashes and saw him standing in the bathroom doorway. He had his hands wrapped around his little cock, his nipples twice as big as a mans should be. Shit, he turned towards the mirror. I saw a butt so full, the crack looked like you needed a crow bar to pry it open!

I lay there listening to him play with his cock, trying to figure out how to get him in my bed. Fuck it, all the sudden I just sat up.

He didn't let his dick go. He had that cigarette dangling out of his mouth, looking sexy as shit. I started to get out of bed, remembered my towel, I didn't want to scare him! I'm hung, not just regular hung, I got 9½ inches, that's without straightening out the curve. It's wrist-thick, enough to scare baby droppers away. Sure would scare a chicken like Joe.

I lay there sitting against the headboard, looking straight at him. He came over towards the bed, still holding his dick.

"I'm horny" he said. "Did you mess around in prison?"

"What you mean mess around?" I asked.

"You know what I mean, sex," he said. "Did you ever suck dick or get fucked?"

"Naw, I did the fucking and got sucked," I told him.

"For real, you fucked a dude in the ass? " he asked. I saw his dick flex as he asked that.

"At least once a day," I said.

"What was it like?" he asked. "Like pussy or was it nasty or what?"

I had never thought about the differences before. I just fucked what I could fuck and was happy. I thought for a few seconds and answered him. "It's not like pussy. It's not nasty, unless the dude really needs to take a shit. Ass is warm, deep, and pretty tight. It stays tighter because it can't make its own lube juice like a pussy. I've never fucked a woman in the ass, but when you fuck a guy in the ass, you kind of know he's a guy, and you can fuck like you want to fuck and you know he can take it."

He thought about it awhile. "You really never got fucked in prison?"

"No, guess I was too ugly," I grinned, "There's some pretty boys like you to take the dick,"

He laughed. "I want to try it," he said.

My dick surged, was he asking to get fucked? "Try what?" I asked, ready to jump on that fine butt.

"Try fucking a guy," he said.

"Don't look at me!" I teased.

"For real, Keith, if you let me fuck you, I'll let you fuck me, if you promise to keep it a secret." he whispered.

Shit, he's making a deal. I looked down at his little dick, wondering. My balls did the talking. "You got any lotion?"

He grinned and went towards the bathroom, "Be right back!"

I used the time to get on my stomach, propped my ass up with some pillows, effectively using the pillows to hide my cock. I didn't want him to see it, see how big it was and chicken out. "Turn off the light," I told him.

I felt like a fool, face down on the bed, legs spread, I was giving up my ass just to get my dick up this kid.

He climbed between my legs, rubbing lotion on his dick. "You want some lotion on your ass?" he asked.

What the hell, I pulled my ass cheeks apart, "Yeah, put some on."

The lotion was cool, his fingers rubbed it in, he rubbed right into my chute and I pushed out so he could get a finger up me.

"Your pretty tight, man. Your shitter is squeezing my finger," he said. I felt a drop of his dick juice drip on my thigh.

"Just go ahead and do it, Joe," I wanted to get this over with so I could fuck.

Awww, fuck, I figured his dick was 5½ at the most, how much could it hurt? I soon learned – his shit hurt so bad, I wanted to throw him off me, and just beat the fuck out of him. But I felt those nipples pushing in my back.

"You okay, Keith?" he asked when he had the whole thing buried up my ass.

"Sure," I lied. "It feels good man, real good. You're going to love it when I do you."

I wanted to scream and cry and kill him the whole five minutes he fucked. How could anything so small hurt so much? I had shit turds bigger than his package. I couldn't believe punks actually liked this!

But finally he came. I narrowed my eyes thinking about his load in my ass. I should have had him pull out.

He lay on my back, panting like he had really done something. "You like it, Keith? Did I make you feel good? Your ass is fucking A plus, I never, never nutted like that before!"

Yeah, yeah I thought. His dick was still inside my chute. Time to change things.

I managed to get him beside me, using the covers to hide my parts. But his parts was out in the open. For the first time I found out that he was one of them 'growers'. Even softening now, that little 5½ was more like 7½. No wonder it had hurt my chute so much!

I was getting ready to lube him up. He said, "I can't believe you took all my dick like that, the whole thing. It was out of this world." I could hardly believe it myself.

I had him on his back, I climbed between his legs. I lifted him with one hand and was rubbing lotion in his hole with the other. I gently used my little finger to get a lot of lotion inside him. I didn't even want him to know there was pain in all this. I lifted him where I could bend down and lock onto those boy titties. He squirmed and moaned as I nursed. The nipples were like play dough, the molded to my sucking and grew firm. He tasted real sweet.

I nursed him till we were both crazy. His little dick was all hard again. I stroked it a couple of times. I felt my own cock, harder than it had ever been, I slicked it up with my own man-made lube and aimed it at the hole I knew was cherry.

"Push out with your ass, " I said. I pushed into him, twirling my dick head. His eyes popped open. He opened his mouth to yell, but I covered his mouth with my own. I lipped-locked him as I worked inch after inch up his bum. I had it all in him, his chute stretched so tight it felt like a big rubber band around my whole pole.

I stayed still deep up him, giving him a chance to get used to it. I kissed him. I could smell his sweat, he smelt as good as he looked. I let off his mouth and looked down at him.

"Iii…ttt hurts, Keith, it hurts fucking bad!" he stammered. I took one of his hands and rubbed it on his belly. My dick had took so much room up inside him, he could feel it thru his stomach.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, Joe. I'm gonna start off nice and slow, then I'm gonna dick you good, boy. I know it hurts, but you can take it. You're a man. You can do it. If you hurt too bad, just bite on my shoulder."

Shit, the ass felt so good, I forgot about the soreness in my own chute and laid down on him and rocked my dick slowly in and out of him. I kept the pace slow, but pulled more and more of my dick out each stroke. About the time I had started long dicking him all the way, he had stopped biting me.

"You think you can take it faster now?" I asked.

"I guess so, it doesn't hurt as bad now. What do you got in me?"

I shoved my cock deep, "Almost a foot of dick, Joe, almost a foot."

We were drenched in sweat. I picked up speed. I used my cock's curve to make him feel it, I was pumping at half speed now.

"Oh, fuck, fuck me, fuck me harder. It feels good now," he was whispering.

I gave it to him, as hard as I could. The bed shook, my body and ball-sack thumped, making loud noises as I fucked that boy cunt. The little dude started trembling and I looked down just in time to see his cum spray. He had a fucking geyser, he drooled as he came. His hot little ass was milking on my cock, and I managed a few more hard thrusts and I bit down on one of those nipples and shot deep inside that chute. Every time I bit his nipples, his asshole locked on my shooting cock and it was the best fuck I ever had. I stayed up in him, kissing him, thanking him, and grinning. This boy's ass was worth getting my own cherry popped. You should have saw his face when he finally saw my cock!

That was over a year ago. We got our own place together now. Some kind of law makes us have a 2 bedroom, but we sleep in one. About once a week, he gets a wild urge and wants to top, and about 4 times a day, I get the urge to fuck his ass. His nipples are bigger and sexier than ever. The little dude wanted to get them pierced but I wouldn't hear of it. I like him just fine the way he is.