2013's Best Erotica for Gay Men: Sex Tales of All Stripes for Folks of All Types by J. T. Washington & Curtis Kingsmith & Delmar Wilson & Randall Eisenhorn & Ethan Scarsdale & Phillip J. Handelson & Hector Bugarro & Calvin Freeman & Dusty Richols & Bubba Marshall

Author:J. T. Washington & Curtis Kingsmith & Delmar Wilson & Randall Eisenhorn & Ethan Scarsdale & Phillip J. Handelson & Hector Bugarro & Calvin Freeman & Dusty Richols & Bubba Marshall [Washington, J. T. & Kingsmith, Curtis & Wilson, Delmar & Eisenhorn, Randall & Scarsdale, Ethan & Handelson, Phillip J. & Bugarro, Hector & Freeman, Calvin & Richols, Dusty & Marshall, Bubba]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Gay
Amazon: B00H95F85G
Publisher: Eroticature.org
Published: 2014-01-09T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

Virtual Nigga

After a small riot in another wing, we were on lockdown for a week. That meant no recreation time, no showers, no work, no nothing but sitting in our cell and smelling each other's farts. Most importantly for Jordan, it meant no contact with Ebony, who had been sneaking us free blowjobs whenever he could find his way to our cell. He said we were his favorite because both of us had "perfect cocks -- one white, one black, so they're both delicious in different ways". I was no longer grossed out by his mouth on my dick, and actually, once I had gone through with it a couple times, I realized it was never a big deal. If you close your eyes, it feels the same as a woman.

While confined to our tiny cell, Jordan worked out. I begged him not to, trying to avoid stinking the place up with his sweat. But he said exercising his body was part of being in the Nine Tats, that he could get punished for failing. When I offered to lie on his behalf, he scoffed at me.

A few hours later, when he had finally stopped, I got out of my bunk to pace a bit. I just needed to stretch my legs the best I could in the cramped cell.

"Yo..." Jordan said, mopping the sweat off his body with a washcloth. "You wanna fool around again? I can't stand it in here with nothing to do."

"No. No offense, man, but you stink," I said.

"You don't smell like... uh, shit I can't think of anything white that smells nice. It's too hot to think," he said. "But I don't wanna just do what we been doing. That's getting old."

"What are you talking about?"

"Getting blowjobs, y'know, maybe giving one now and then. It's not enough Mike. There ain't no chance of me getting outta this place, ever. I gotta do something to relieve the pressure," he said. "I know you ain't got a life sentence, but you got a long time in here. I think it's time we do something drastic to cure the lonelies."

"Fine, Jordan, if you'll stop fucking ranting, I'll suck your dick," I said.

"No, I wanna do something more," Jordan said, "I wanna suck your dick, yeah, but more than that, I don't wanna pretend I don't like it."

The gravity of what he said slowly sunk in.

"Come on," he said, "Say something. I think maybe some part of you likes it too."

"No, Jordan, I don't. Not at all."

He kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "But I make you horny when I touch you. I know you do. Come on. You already half hard." He stuck his hands into my boxers and played with my cock, which was indeed half-hard.

He put my hand on his asscheek. "Fuck this ass," he said, and slapped my cheek. "And let me fuck you here."

I had no idea what I was doing as Jordan arranged himself with his ass in my crotch area.