The Cellmate

You were immediately remanded to the bailiff and inprocessed into your prison. You were stripped of your clothes, your wallet, your possessions. The officers did a cavity search on you. You were in an orange jumpsuit now, your shoulder length dark hair trimmed to a buzz cut. And then you were placed into your cell. But ... you knew this man.

"Coach Johnson?" You asked uncertainly. He looked at you coldly.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

"Uhh ... I was one of your students back in the day. John ... John Putnam Jr. .... Sir." You bit your cheek. Why did you call him Sir? He stood up, his tall, muscular frame towering over yours. You breathed in his musk. You were fearful ... every part of you except one.

"Oh. I remember you. Scrawny little boy then. Still scrawny. What did you do?" You blushed.

"Indecent exposure. You, Sir?"

"Manslaughter. Caught a guy with my woman 15 years back. My last nine months here. How long did you get?"

"Also six months." His eyes gleamed.

"Well, I guess I should formally introduce myself. Leonard Johnson."

"J - J - Junior Putnam," you stammered. He smirked.

"So listen, Junior. I've been in a long time. Ain't got no pussy around here. So I've had a few boys over the years to be my wife. It's been six long weeks now with none at all. So you can give ... or I can take." You looked at him, both scared and needy. Coach Johnson had been the first guy you'd ever seen jerk off. He was the guy whose jocks you used to steal and sniff. You always remembered his cock.

"I'll g-g-g-give Sir." He smiled broadly.

"Put your mouth to work. Ten minutes after lights out."

***

After some terrible food and worse anxiety, you crawled down into the bottom bunk ten minutes after lights out. He was ready, his cock already half hard. You reached up with shaky hands to pull down his pants and his underwear, and you leaned down and breathed him in. That scent you used to jerk off too. Right here before you. You leaned up, rubbing your nose through the kinky curls of his pubic hair, tongue extending to do a lazy eight around his balls. He petted you, approving.

He was big, over ten inches and uncircumsized. You pulled the foreskin back, sucking on the tip while you jerked him off. You hadn't sucked dick since Marco, but you'd perfected it with him. You started to push your mouth down further, sucking his manhood in, bobbing your mouth. You moaned involuntarily, and got knocked in the back of your head.

"Keep your mouth fucking shut," Leonard whispered harshly. You nodded, going back to sucking, pleasing him. You know if you did well, he'd protect you. If you were his prison wife. He was starting to breath harder, your soft white hands on his strong thighs, your little pink dick aching in its cloth prison. You pulled back, greedily sucking the tip as he started to cum, filling your mouth with seed. Fuck it was good. Maybe this wouldn't be soooooo bad.