This was my second time in a holding cell.
The first time was for drinking under the influence of alcohol, Dad had to come in and get me, with that special look he reserved for the homeless, or street beggars. I heard him grind his teeth the entire drive home and only a few words were spoken. He’d given me a bit of a random story about growing up in ‘tough times’, where you had to work hard for the smallest meal, and how ungrateful the new generation of kids were. Pretty sure that was aimed at me. I’m aware it can take a hammer and nail to drive a point home with me occasionally.
My favourite teenage conversation to have with my father as we left prison in those innocent days, with my hangover threatening to make me puke in his new Volvo.
So the next time I found myself in a holding cell was for indecent exposure, but luckily, Dad wasn’t around to bail me out this time.
I put my face into my hands and started to believe I belonged in prison while Jackson started recounting his favourite porn movie.
“What?” I glanced at him, more than a little confused and bewildered he would be talking about such things at a time of crisis.
You would be forgiven for thinking that Jackson and I had taken a holiday to some random island by the cheery smile and mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“I think it was an old Falcon porn flick I watched. The guys were in prison and the sex was incredible!”
As I looked around our tiny, cramped cell, I wondered if he’d snapped. Gone all the way around the bend into complete, fucking lunacy.
The whole thing had been a blur. While blood was pumping into my ears and drowning out the sounds around us, Jackson and I were cuffed and carted off to a police car and driven the short distance to the central police station.
Yes, we’d been given a few seconds to zip up and tuck the naughty fellas away.
Our details had been taken, and then we’d been thrown in the tiny cell that featured three grey cold walls, and one cell door with bars. It was barely big enough to hold two grown men, and the cold concrete bench did nothing to calm me.
There sat Jackson, comfortable like we’re on holiday, a smile on his face, and a disposition that had not changed since before the police came in and busted our arses, while I, wild-eyed and distraught, read my own obituary over and over.
“This one scene, the guard comes in with a baton, starts shoving it up the younger guy’s arse as he bends over and sucks the other prisoner’s dick…”
“Jackson…” I stared at him.
“What?” he looked genuinely confused.
“Are you seriously talking about your favourite sex porn in a prison while we’re in a prison cell? You know…” I looked around, but it was really quiet beyond the steel bars, and I was certain nobody was around, “our lives are in the balance?”
He actually rolled his eyes, slapped his istanbul travesti knee, and then put an arm around me. I tried to move away, but he gripped my opposite shoulder and pulled me in.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?!”
I chose not to respond.
The cops and the guard who’d locked us in had been gone for a while. I stood, walked to the bars, and tried to look left and right, see if I could make anything out. I did recall when we came in that the corridor was narrow, and I think there was only one other door and it appeared to be a cleaning cupboard.
In the far distance, beyond the doors at the end, I could make out some sounds, but they were hard to decipher and quite distant.
I turned to sit, and stopped.
Jackson was wanking.
“Jackson!” I whispered, aware I sounded like a scolding wife and that my whisper was probably louder than my normal voice.
I doubted anyone would hear us anyway.
“Nobody’s around, relax!” he said, with a tongue flicking at me to try and seduce me.
It was impossible not to laugh. Jackson had a way of turning a dire situation into a comedy sketch.
But still he wanked.
And nodded for me to come to his cock.
No way.
I looked back at the bars and the quiet, dark corridor beyond.
He was right, nobody was around. And I was pretty sure we’d hear someone coming.
But I wasn’t one hundred percent.
“You’re fucking nuts!” I stated, taking one step towards him, which meant I was nearly within touching distance of his cock, in that cramped cell.
“My fucking nuts are still full!” he said with another lick of his lips.
The look in his eyes encouraged me laugh, but his cock made me want to suck.
“First sound and you zip right up!” I cautioned.
He shrugged, “of course I will.” And he pushed his dick towards me, like he was offering it to me on a plate.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed his dick; still not sure I was going to suck it in that prison cell.
Jackson’s hand reached around my neck and tightened, and slowly pulled me towards it.
I shrugged it off, but moved towards it anyway, and then said, “Keep an ear out!”
“Yes, of course!” His eyes pleaded me to suck his enormous dick.
My knees felt the cold on the cell’s concrete, as I took Jackson’s dick’s tip and opened my mouth. It was hot, which I’d expected, so I opened wide and brought my mouth down onto his dick and tightened it and sucked.
“Fuck!” he whispered as my mouth reached his balls and his eleven point something dick reached the back of my throat.
I gagged a little and made a kind of coughing sound, but his hand pushed me down and I got past it.
Apparently I could deep throat a dick.
Who knew?
His balls gently pushed against my chin as I felt his bulbous head push into my throat.
No dick had ever gone istanbul travestileri that far. I kind of wanted to high-five myself.
Jackson’s dick was so fat that it literally stretched my throat. I could feel it pushing my boundaries.
His legs parted so I could wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in, and so my chest could be comfortable. He lightly stroked my head and neck as I sucked his dick.
At least his shorts were still on, and only just pulled down enough so I could see his dick and balls.
I noticed for the first time he’d shaved them.
When I let his dick slide out of my mouth I licked down the shaft and onto his balls. He pushed into me and arched his back so I could get at them.
They tasted so good, and still so fresh.
For a little while, I enjoyed licking his balls, his shaft, the big head on his cock, wanking the foreskin and loving how much of it he had and how it came to the tip and bunched up, then feeling him squirm and quietly moan as I took his whole dick in my mouth and sucked it back to his balls. All the while, keeping an ear out for any sounds.
He pushed my head away and I started to stand, but he brought his face to me and held my head firmly and came in for a kiss.
Kissing Jackson was one of the highlights of being with him that I only just realised, in that cell.
Then he pulled me, so I was kind of sitting on his lap, with our chests pressed against the other, and kissed passionately.
I kept my ears well and truly trained on any sounds beyond the cell, and a couple of times we both opened our eyes and looked around to make sure nobody had silently appeared.
Who knows how much time passed while we kissed passionately in that cell, but eventually he turned me around, crouched between my legs and unzipped and unbuttoned me.
Of course I was hard and ready, but I wasn’t sure I was up for being sucked. I was still feeling horrified at our experience.
But when Jackson’s mouth swallowed my dick expertly, I forgot where we were temporarily and sucked in a deep breath while he sucked in all of me.
That warm sensation of getting head by someone who knows what they’re doing, is incredible.
At least we were at a lot less risk of getting caught in the cell than we were in the toilet at the urinal.
He deepthroated me and I felt my balls push against his chin, but his hand came in and gently rolled them around. I realised how much I liked him doing that.
As usual, the desire to nut came when Jackson sucked my dick.
I really didn’t want to suck his dick after I’d nut, so I pushed his head away.
He tried to resist, but I said, “it’s my turn.” And that made him give in.
We switched places again, but instead of going down onto his cock, he pulled me against him and lifted our t-shirts so we could feel each other’s cocks rub against travesti istanbul the other’s.
His was huge, which is all I could feel, but it was nice feeling all of Jackson, with him kissing me back as we rubbed our dicks like that.
Strangely enough, I had the urge to nut again, with just the two of us rubbing, which had happened before.
I could feel his breathing was intensifying, as mine was, and he pulled me in tighter, and pressed out bodies in more as we kissed, felt our bellies and our cocks rub together.
And then it came.
Together, we jizzed between us, but continued to kiss as we did it.
It was an incredible feeling. Hot jizz squirted between our bellies as we kissed.
The stickiness between us was something else, but as we finished up, and pried apart, watching him with a sheepish, but satisfied grin, I realised we were a bit fucked.
We both only had t-shirts and shorts.
Jackson seemed to realised. “Here,” he said, and jumped up, pulled his shorts down, quickly removed his underpants and used them to mop up the excess jizz on my bell end, and around my dick, as well as his, and around our bellies. They were boxer shorts, so there wasn’t a lot of them to use, but he made do with it. We weren’t squeaky clean, but we’d get by.
The smell of jizz was pretty strong as he quickly put his underpants back on and then his shorts.
We sat down and I looked around me, realising what a big risk we’d taken, but also how hot that had been.
“That was so hot. I always wanted to make my own prison cell sex scene,” he said with a satisfied smile as he leaned his head back onto the concrete wall.
I stared at him, but didn’t say anything, instead I put my shoulder against his and leaned my head against the wall as he had done.
“Your undies must be sticky as hell,” was all I said.
For a while, we listened out for anyone coming, but also relaxed a bit as our breathing returned to normal and the smell of semen dissipated a little, though it was far from gone.
“I understand why you ghosted me a little.”
My head snapped to him, and I watched him, instantly folding my arms.
“Why?”
“I’m irresistible. You’ll fall in love with me, I’ll have to get a restraining order, and then our wives will get involved…”
I laughed.
“Yes, Jackson. That’s exactly it. You’re irresistible, and I’ll fall in love with you.” I said it with a smile, playing along, but Jackson smiled back, put a hand on my leg and said, “it would be a real struggle not to return the favour.”
That made us both pause and look towards the cell bars.
Seconds later, we heard keys in a door, a door slammed close, and then loud footsteps along the corridor.
A sassy woman appeared, not really looking at us as she unlocked the cell door.
“You’ll appear in front of the judge in ten minutes,” she said, and walked off.
Jackson sighed, but with that ever-present smile on his face. “I guess we’d better not keep that judge waiting then, huh?” and he led the way out of the cell, leaving me wondering who stunk of jizz more, me or him.