The Prisoner

by Ray A “That boy is one lucky son of a bitch,” one of the old men who sat on the worn benches outside the Court House said as they watched the sheriff escort Billy Ray out of the county jail. “The whole family was born lucky” said another one, “they lie, cheat, steal, never do an honest days’ work and get more pussy than the whole town put together.” I knew about the reputation of Billy Ray’s family who lived in a cluster of run down shacks on the far side of the lake. There were six blond boys, all of them born within a year of each other, and all of them as wild as the deer they shot in and out of season. I got to know one of them a hell of a lot better when the sheriff brought Billy Ray to my Dad’s isolated farm where to work off his fine as a part of an experimental Work-Release Program. “You’ll be sleeping in that old shack behind the barn, Billy Ray,” my Dad said, “there’s a kitchen and bathroom in there, but you’ll have to clean it up. It hasn’t been used since we had some sharecroppers here years ago. “Bud will show you what has to be done around the place and remember, if you treat me right, I’ll treat you right.” I stared at Billy Ray as he pretended to pay strict attention to what my Dad was saying. He was, as the locals farmers were fond of saying, “A tall drink of water.” While not professional basketball player height, he was tall, lean, naturally muscular and the worn, whitish patch on his Levi’s clearly showed that he “dressed left.” His dirty blond hair hung over the collar of his blue work shirt and he looked as though he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days. “What’s it like to be in jail?” I asked as I showed him the shack where he would be sleeping. “Ah hell, it ain’t all that bad,” he said he looked at me with his China Blue eyes, “ except you can’t get no pussy in there and every time you try to beat your meat there’s somebody looking at you.” I knew I was blushing and looked at the floor. “Hell, Bud, there ain’t no reason to get embarrassed,” he said with a wide, shit-eating grin, “everybody spanks their monkey every now and then. When was the last time you gave your whanger a good pull?” “Last night, “ I said while still looking at the floor. “Well, I betcha you got another load in those high school balls by now,” he said as he rubbed his crotch, “ I know I’m so full of baby juice I’m about to explode. It must be three or four days since I pumped out a load. “You want to beat off together?” “I guess so,” I said as I looked out the window and saw my Dad driving off in his pickup truck. When I turned around, Billy Ray had kicked off his cowboy boots and was shucking off his work shirt, Levi’s and white jockey shorts. All I could do was stare at the rock-hard, nine plus inches of blue veined, thick, uncut cock that sprung out from a wild patch of blond crotch hair. His low hanging balls, which looked like the ones on our stud bulls, were hairy and were swaying between his long, muscular legs. “You can touch it if you want to,” he said as he slowly pulled back his long foreskin, “I ain’t gonna tell anybody.” His cock felt like warm velvet and was so thick that my hand barely reached around it. As I began to slowly stroke it long strands of glistening pre-cum oozed out of the piss slit of his purple, helmet-headed dick. “Go ahead and taste it, Bud,” he said, “that stuff is as sweet as sugar.” Gently he pushed me down to my knees and pulled my head toward his man meat. As I opened my mouth, he began to milk his peter and coated my lips and tongue with globs of sweet, musky pre-cum. “Now get you some of that head cheese,” he said as he pulled his foreskin back where I could see and smell small, yellow flecks of rank smegma clustered behind the head of his big cock. I began to lick it off as he pushed his hard shaft into my mouth. “Try and take all of it,” he said,” as he began to slowly fuck my face, “that’ll make me feel real good.” As first I gagged and then as I got accustomed to breathing with that big monster in my mouth, I slowly worked my way toward his blond crotch hair which had a musky, sweaty, horny man smell. His cock was as hard as an Oak and I could feel big, blue veins that circled it pulsating in my mouth. “I don’t want to cum this way,” he said as he slowly pulled his prick out of my mouth, “watch this.” He pulled his long foreskin, which must have stretched three inches over the head of his cock, and held it closed with his left hand while he began to stroke his cock with his right. Suddenly he began thrusting his narrow hips, threw back his head, shook his dirty blond hair and began moaning as his foreskin filled up like a balloon with gush after hard gush of hot cum. “I want to fuck you,” said as he motioned me toward the old mattress on the floor, “and use my cum as lube. Take off your pants and shorts, get on your back and spread your legs.” I did as he told me and lay naked on the mattress. “I bet you want a taste of my man juice,” he said as he leaned over me and put his still rock hard cock against my lips, “go ahead and suck out a few drops and then I’m gonna fuck you.” He loosened the grip on his foreskin just long enough for my tongue to dart inside and lap up a few drops of his bittersweet, thick, white cum load. “That’s enough,” he said as he pushed my hungry mouth away, “there’ll be lots more of that good stuff. I’m a regular cum machine, but now I need to fuck your pretty boy pussy ass.” I lifted my legs and Billy Ray positioned his cum-wet cock against my pink asshole and began to let the warm cum leak out of his foreskin. I could feel the hot, sticky liquid running down my thighs. With one swift movement, he let go of his cock, plowed the purple head into my pucker hole, held my arms down and covered my mouth with his as he plunged all nine plus inches of blue veined, thick, uncut cock deep into my gut. “This is what I need, “ he moaned as he began to fuck my ass with his cock and my mouth with his hot tongue, “this is what I need. Make it good for me, Bud, make it good for me.” I didn’t care about the pain or that I felt like I was being ripped apart as I wrapped my legs around his lean,hard ass and began to meet his every hard thrust as I squeezed my ass around his cock and tried to pull him deeper inside me. “This is better than pussy,” he said as sweat poured off his face and he fucked me with long, hard pile-driving strokes, “fucking yes, this is better than pussy any goddamn day.” “Kiss me, kiss me,” he shouted as he ass began to move faster and faster, “I’m shooting my load into you, Bud, I’m cuming inside that sweet boy pussy.” As I sucked his tongue down my throat I could feel a gusher of hot, thick cum being pumped up my asshole and my cock shooting spurt after hot sput of juice against his smooth, hard stomach. He collapsed on top of me and began licking my neck and ears. “Give me a few minutes, Bud, and I’ll pump a load down your throat. OK?” “OK by me,” I whispered, “Ok by me.”