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Hard time.If I could describe my upbringing in one word it would be privileged. I grew up in a seaside resort town on the coast of North Carolina. My parents operated a string of souvenir shops. I had a constant string of girlfriends. My free time consisted of long days at the shore, cruising the beach front strip and generally just going where life took me. This also afforded me the chance to meet all sorts of people. One person I met had a really good connection to high quality marijuana and magic mushrooms. What started out as buying a bag for a friend or two quickly transformed into a small but lucrative d**g dealing business. People on vacation were always looking for a little extra fun and I could make a pretty decent little side hustle out of providing it to them. I was working part time as a pizza delivery driver for a local shop and used this to my advantage. I would often pick up my supply from my dealer under the guise of making a pizza delivery. The night my life really started to change was much like any other. I had worked the closing shift. Stopping around midway to pick up a half pound of pot to get through the next week or so. I was on the ten minute drive home when I saw the blue lights in my mirror. I started to sweat a little but also didn’t fully panic. I was a local, with a valid reason for being out this late, all paperwork in order. I should be fine. I wasn’t. Someone had tipped the police off, they already knew where in my trunk to look. I was placed in handcuffs and taken to the county jail, charged with three different crimes. Two of which were felonies. My bail would be 25k cash, paid to a bondsman and it would be non refundable. My parents simply couldn’t take that financial hit.I was strip searched, had to bend and cough, the whole nine. I had every posession taken including my underwear. I was left going commando in the jail jumpsuit that had already seen countless flapping dicks. I was assigned to a single man cell luckily and that was where I sat for three weeks. I was told by everyone from fellow inmates to my parents to plead guilty. With my lack of criminal canlı bahis record and age I would get probation for sure. What I didn’t know was that the judge was newly elected and eager to establish themselves as tough on crime. When the sentence was handed down I was shocked. 24-28 months in the department of corrections. Prison. I was going to prison.I sat in the county jail for another three weeks before being moved to prison. It wasn’t anything like the movies. No prison bus or chain gang. Just me and one deputy sheriff in a squad car for the eight hour ride across the state to the mountains of North Carolina. We pulled up around ten in the evening. This part was like a movie. Snow was beginning to fall, the perimeter lights glowing in the winter fog. Guard towers disappearing into the darkness. I was taken in and processed. Another strip search, another jumpsuit, another cell. I spent a few weeks going through assignment. Taking a variety of physical, mental and psychological evaluations. I was finally assigned to a road sign tandem. It would be me and my cellmate working as a sign tandem assisting crews that were cutting trees roadside for the state. I moved into the cell and was introduced to Cecil. Cecil was basically my polar opposite. Around 6’2″, 220 at least. 45 years old and dark mahogany skin. We contrasted like plaid and tye dye. He was from Charlotte, son of a mechanic. Despite these differences we actually got along well. We left each other alone for the most part and had enough communication to do our jobs well.The days were pretty routine. Leave out around 9. Come back around 4. Eat dinner, watch television and sleep. Spending days outside was infinitely better than sitting in the grey of the the prison walls. Being in the public made it seem a little less confining and the workers tended to treat us well. Buying us lunch from fast food places, giving us cigarettes and treating us like humans.I can remember the rest of the story like it was yesterday. It was a Saturday which meant a half day of work. We would go out until lunch and then have the rest of the day free. bahis siteleri It was college football season. Cecil and I had watched pretty much all afternoon and after dinner I went to have a shower. I came back to the cell and got dressed. Loose white boxers, gym shorts and a white t shirt. I was bending over to adjust my bedsheets and Cecil was moving towards the lockers to grab his shower bag when his crotch brushed against my bottom. We glanced at each other and made a quick apology but something was off. I bent back over to finish what I was doing and felt it again. This time it was his bulge and my butt. I also felt his hands grip my hips this time.I had seen Cecil naked before. It was hard not to in prison. We got strip searched daily on the way back into the compound and I couldn’t help but notice. Cecil had a nice cock. It was thick, widening near the base. I had never had any thoughts about guys at this time but I was moving in on a year without sex and finding time and a place to jerk off in prison is hard to do. My balls were overloaded with cum. I didn’t grind back into his thrusts but I didn’t resist them either. His now hardening cock was starting to ride in between my cheeks and his hands were exploring my chest. When he tweaked a nipple I couldn’t help but to move back into his gyrations. Cecil leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Do you want to taste it”? I didn’t say a word. I just sat on the bunk. I was face to face with his piece now and it was almost intimidating now that it was hard. It was at least 8 inches and being used to my four inch cock it was monsterous.I opened up and did my best to please this man. I sucked, gagged and drooled on his cock for at least fifteen minutes. Licking the shaft, messaging his balls, going as deep as I could. Everything. He pushed me back and his shiny black dick popped out of my mouth and bounced in front of my face. He bent down and whispered in my ear again. “Do you want to feel it”?  I nodded.Cecil pushed me gently backwards and lifted my legs up. He positioned his cock near my ass and began to grind into me. I saw him reach bahis şirketleri back and grab a container of vaseline. I closed my eyes. I felt the petroleum jelly being spread across my hole and glanced down to see him greasing the length of his cock. I closed my eyes again. I felt the head of his cock bluntly land against my hole. Slowly I began to feel myself stretched to accommodate the head of his cock. Inch by excruciating inch he slowly worked his cock in and out, further on each stroke until finally he was bottoming out in my hole. Cecil was a masterful top and only after having had a few more lovers do I fully appreciate that. No hard and fast pounding, just rhythmic deep fucking. I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of my hole. I didn’t even notice I had grabbed his legs to start pulling him into me. This went on for about 10 minutes and I was really going. My hard cock was bouncing on each thrust. Cecil reached down and grabbed it. I think he moved his hand twice before I shot my load. Strings of cum landing across my chest and one landing on my cheek. Cecil smiled.I had a realization at that moment. A little over a year ago I had the world in the palm of my hand. 14 months later here I am. I am laying on a prison bunk covered in cum with a 40 year old black man pounding my ass. Man how things change fast. I didn’t have long to think about it as Cecil announced that he was coming. He pulled out and I saw his shiny cock bounce a couple more times before it showered me with cum. I got the first thick rope right across my lips. I clamped them shut but it was too late, a little had gotten in my mouth. I took a couple more ropes of his seed across my chest and belly before they gave way to a more watery spray of cum.We stayed like that for a minute. His now softening cock smothering my already limp one. Cum now starting to run down my flanks and onto the bed. We never kissed. Never had much verbal communication. Just passionate sex. We repeated this at least weekly after that. It would always follow the same routine. I would shower and make up the bed. He would start grinding into me and we would fuck. Eventually I went home and tried to forget about what had happened but it was too late. I had developed a taste for it. I could never come as hard as I could with a dick in me, I was hooked.

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