| 23rd July 2004 - 03:45:30 AM |
| 9073 : CriDDy |
| HAHAHA this is the funnest web site ever... hahaha u goose.... |
| 23rd July 2004 - 06:52:01 AM |
| 9074 : Lustin |
| From the interview linked in 9069 - TW: Does Mario Lopez wear an excessive amount of tank tops in real life? DD: No, but… I don’t know who’s worse with little boys, Mario or Michael Jackson. Dustin - does it turn you on to shit on your former co-stars and call them gay in your stand-up act, with no repercussions, then make a big childish fuss and file lawsuits when a random bunch of Internet nobodies starts calling YOU gay? Because it sure as hell turns ME on! Let's hook up for scat-swapping!!! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 07:54:03 AM |
| 9075 : Princess Peussie, very fucking angry indeed!!!! |
| Will whomever is sending me this tedious, boring stories JUST STOP????!!!!!! I DONT' LIKE THEM as they are like barbie doll plots. Join the friends at the Royal Palace along with little fuckie boy DUSTIN and see what real stuff if like. Here's the latest shit to come my way, you turds....so CUT IT OUT..... Love, Princess Peussie ++++++++++++++++++++ My experience with dick-sucking happened when I was arrested for burglary, in 1970, when I was 21 years old. It was my first, and only, offense. I knew first-timers usually got probation in this county, so I prepared myself for a short visit. I didn't want my folks to be out any cash from posting bail. I told them I would be all right, and that I would see them in about 30 days. I was put in a four-bunk cell with five other recently arrested inmates. The cellblock was two, back-to-back rows of cells, encircled by a hallway that separated the cells from the outside windows. All of the cell hallway-side walls and door were bars. At the front-end was the day room, with bars on both sides, open to the U-shaped hallway. The cells were then lined up, one after the other, down the hallway. The cells were about eight feet wide and ten feet deep. Each cell had two bunks mounted to each concrete side wall -- one bunk about 18 inches off the ground and the other just high enough to let the person on the lower bunk sit up. These bunks were each about 30 inches wide and six feet long. A rolled up mattress (about an inch thick) and a blanket were issued as bedding. Beyond the bunks, at the back of each cell, about four feet of space was devoted to an open "bathroom" consisting of a sink to one side, and a toilet in the middle. If anyone wanted privacy while taking a crap, they could tuck their blanket into the ends of the top bunks on both sides, letting it hang as a curtain, or do it in the open in the day room. The jail was overcrowded. With only four bunks per cell, but five to six inmates each, new inmates had to sleep on the floor under one of the lower bunks until someone left, then rotate up when they had "seniority." My first day there, an officer came around collecting blue shirts. I happened to be wearing a blue shirt, so he took mine as well. Apparently, there had been some sort of crime committed by someone wearing a blue shirt and they wanted to know if a witness could identify any of our shirts. Two days later, I still had not received my shirt back, so I sent a note to the front desk requesting my shirt be given back that one of their "pigs" had taken from me. I was a white, 6'2", 200 lbs, lower-middle class asshole. I wasn't tough, just stupid enough to keep getting myself in trouble. Shortly thereafter, the officer who brought the shirt brought it back to me, then asked me to step out of the cell. He escorted me upstairs to the second floor, where the hardened criminals were locked up. Up to that moment, I didn't even know there WAS a second floor. I would soon learn that these inmates weren't like the ones on the first floor. Those downstairs are recent arrestees who are going right back to the streets soon, mostly on probation, like me. Those on the second floor have been in jail for some time and most are going to stay in jail much longer. These are returnees of our revolving door prison system. Some were parole violators. Some came from a prison and are going back to court for offenses committed while IN jail. Unlike those on the first floor, these guys haven't seen a girl for some time, and knew they wouldn't for quite a bit longer. This floor was less congested than the first floor. There were generally only four inmates per cell here. To avoid trouble, cells on this floor were segregated. On the way up, the cop informed me that by calling him a "pig", I had brought the punishment I was about to receive upon myself. He opened the door to what had been, up until now, an all-black cell. He told me to step inside. The cell door slammed shut behind me. He told me to strip down to my skin, and took my clothes. He left me standing there stark naked for a little while, in front of these large, very frightening- looking criminals. Before he came back, one very scary, husky, powerful looking inmate with a huge birthmark on his face asked me why the cop put a white boy in their cell. I told him it was my punishment for calling the cop a "pig". He quickly jumped up from his bunk and faced me, fists clenched, and in a very threatening manner. Obviously sensitive to a racial slur when he hears one, he asked, "Oh, you think being put in a cell with black people is punishment?" Naked and helpless, I backed up to the door, felt the cold steel against my ass, made a half-hearted effort at protecting my balls with one hand and my face with the other arm and said "The cop said that, I didn't!" He thought about that, accepted it, and sat back down. What I would later realize was that the "punishment" the cop referred to was not that I would have to share a cell with blacks, but that I would probably be beaten up, or worse, by these hard-core black inmates. Fortunately for me, these guys either didn't read that chapter in the police playbook, or didn't want to do the white man's bidding. Either way, they left me alone. I stood there, by the door, stark naked, for ten or fifteen minutes. The cop returned later with a pair of coveralls, socks and slippers -- standard issue on this floor -- and my mattress and blanket. Besides "Birthmark", my three other new cellmates included one I call "The Gentle Black Mexican Giant" because that's the way he struck me. He said he used to always wear a Mexican serape, and lived for a long time in Mexico. He was about 6'4", weighing around 275 lbs, with very little fat. He was very dark skinned. His demeanor was very pleasant, and seemed to just want to be liked. Giant slept on the other lower bunk, across from Birthmark. There was also a milk- chocolate colored young man with a very attractive thin black mustache right across the middle of his upper lip, who slept on the bunk over Birthmark. I call him "Mustache." Sleeping over Giant was a smaller, but muscular, well-developed, dark-skinned, quiet kind of person who always had his coveralls off his top, showing off his build from the waist up, sleeves tied around his waist. I call him "Bodybuilder." As with the first floor, there were only four bunks in the cell, so I had to sleep on the floor under one of the bottom bunks. I chose to sleep under Birthmark. For several days, I left them alone and they left me alone. Each day, we were allowed out of our cells for meals. Meals were served in the day room. The day room was always naturally segregated -- whites on one side, blacks on the other. Naturally, I ate on the white side. At the other end of the day room, on the black side, where the first cell would otherwise be, was a tiled-in shower and toilet area with two shower heads and two toilets for the day room use. This opened into the day room instead of to the hallway. Guards sat at the beginning of the hallway on the shower side, where they could see all of the day room and into the shower area. We could choose to stay in the day room after eating, or voluntarily lock back up. I wasn't comfortable making friends with the hard-core convicts I saw in the day room -- white or black -- and since my cellmates all stayed in the dayroom, I voluntarily locked back up alone after each meal, read books and jerked off. While locked up in my cell, I thought about my hard-core con cellmates. These guys have been locked away from women for quite some time. I wondered what would happen if one or more of them wanted to use me for his sexual pleasure. What would I do if one told me to suck his dick? Or, worse, decided to rape my white ass? I knew that raping me would be very painful and I didn't want that to happen. I also knew that if I fought back I would likely lose and get beat up on top of being raped. So I figured if they tried to rape me, I would voluntarily offer to suck their dicks. I might have to plead and beg them to let me suck them instead of raping me. I'd promise to give them the best blow-jobs they've ever had. I'd promise that I would be passionate in my sucking, licking, kissing of their big, hard, black, throbbing dicks. I began to notice how turned on I had gotten while fantasizing about sucking their dicks. My dick would get rock hard thinking about it. I've had a fantasy of sucking dicks for as long as I remembered. The thought of it was such a turn-on, but the thought of becoming known as a homosexual to my friends was an even bigger turn-off to me, so I kept my fantasies to myself. Now, while thinking of sucking four black dicks, one after another, I began stroking my dick. I peeked out through the bars into the hallway. It was empty. I took my dick out and began masturbating while imagining I was sucking one of my cellmates off. I spread my blanket out on the floor between the bunks and lay on my back. I kept my coveralls on so that if someone started walking down the hall, I could recover quickly. I was limber enough so that when I lifted my legs up and over my head, kind of in a backward summersault, I could get my dick head into my mouth. When I really worked at it, spreading my legs, with my arms between my legs grabbing my back and pulling my dick hard toward my head, I could get it all in with my nose touching my balls. With some hip-action I could do a pretty good job of pushing my dick all the way in, then backing it out until just the head was in my mouth, then pushing it all the way in again, and again and again, fucking myself in my mouth until I came. Since my wet, warm mouth felt better than my dry hand, I usually preferred to suck myself off instead of jerking off. I also loved to feel my dick cumming in my mouth, and, since I liked the taste of my cum, I always swallowed it. I locked up by myself after each meal and continually improved upon my fantasy -- three times a day. I was horny for dick all the time now. My masturbatory fantasies grew more and more refined about how I would end up sucking off all of my cellmates. I would imagine many different scenarios where they would force me to suck one or more of their dicks. I would act like I didn't want to -- at first -- then give in before they hurt me. Once started, I would tell them I might as well enjoy it, since I had no choice, and let myself go with complete abandon. What a joke it would be on them because I would actually love it and wanted it badly all along! It even occurred to me that forcing me to suck them all might be what the cop who put me here in the first place had in mind. Wouldn't that be a hoot if his "punishment" turned out to be my fantasy come true? Unfortunately, none of them seemed interested in forcing the lone white boy in their cell suck their dicks. Three days after I was transferred to this cell, while eating breakfast, I overheard some whites talking about me. One asked another how, he thought, I was able to get along without being beaten up in my otherwise all black cell. The second one said he heard that I was sucking their dicks. I wasn't, of course, though I desperately wanted to. This convinced me that if I have the opportunity, I might as well take it since it seemed I had that reputation now anyway. Nor did these white cons bother to ask me if it was true, preferring to gossip among themselves. I wondered if the cop had started the rumor. On the third day after I was put in this cell, Mustache came up to me after lunch in the dayroom and said, "I've been asking around what people do to jerk-off around here. I was told that people lock up in their cells after a meal. The problem is, you're always in there. You must jerk-off all the time! Could you stay in the day room after lunch so I can lock up?" I nodded and said "Sure." He walked away and I mentally kicked my self for not offering to lock up with him. I could have said something clever like "... maybe I could give you a hand..." But, stupid me, I just said "sure." When the doors opened for voluntary lock-up, I watched as he went to the cell. I really didn't want to stay in the day room, but more than that, I wanted desperately to get his big, throbbing black dick in my mouth. I stood there for a few moments, then, suddenly overcome by an impulse, and I scooted in after him. When he saw me enter the cell behind him, he reminded me that it was his turn to lock up. I told him I just needed something, and, hands shaking, started rustling through my bedding as if looking for something. Soon, impatiently, he said, "You better hurry, they're going to lock the door." Beginning to sweat, I said, "Don't worry" and continued to pretend I was looking for something. Just then, the door slammed shut. Mustache said "Oh, man! Damn it! I told you to hurry!" I was scared, but felt compelled to press on. All my life my friends talked about "beating up queers" so I was afraid I might get hurt if I offered. But I wanted it so badly now. I had fantasized about sucking a big black dick, here was a horny cellmate locked up with me, who, moments ago, intended to take his hard dick out and jerk it off. If I was ever going to have a chance, here it is! I said I was sorry, then steeled myself, took a deep breath, with my voice quivering and breaking, said "Maybe I can make it up to you." I hoped he would understand what I wanted without my having to ask for it. He looked at me funny. I guessed that he didn't get the hint, so I finally said, awkwardly and still nervously, "For instance, as long as I'm here anyway, maybe I could help you out ... give you a hand --" I paused. He still didn't seem to understand. Either that or he was considering it but not letting on. I closed by eyes before continuing "or I could let you use my mouth, if you'd like." I opened my eyes again. I said "I was really serious when I said I came in here because I needed something -- I need to suck your dick." There! I said it! He looked at me quizzically, then asked, almost as if it were a statement, "You want to suck my dick white boy?" Again, I took a deep breath, my hands shaking and said, "Yes." There was too long a silent pause, so I continued, "I've never done it before, and I've always been straight. But since that cop put me in here I figured that that was what he hoped would happen -- that you guys would force the white boy to suck your black dicks. The problem is, the more I thought about it, the more I really wanted to do it! I REALLY want to know what it's like. I want to try it! I think about it all the time since I was put in this cell with you guys. Wanting to suck your dicks is what makes me so horny that I lock up all morning and all afternoon, fantasizing about it and jerking off." He had a pained look on his face. I knew I had made a mistake. He didn't want a guy sucking him. I had spoiled the relief he wanted. But I was in too deep to back out now. I had already confessed. The door was locked and we would be together for several hours. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain if I kept working on it. I nervously continued "Please, I promise I'll try my very best to make it the best suck you've ever had. I guarantee it will be better than your hand. Please, give me a chance. I know I can make it good for you. Maybe you could close your eyes and pretend I'm someone -- a girl -- you always wanted to have suck you. Think about her big tits in your mouth or hand while you imagine SHE's the one sucking you." He still wasn't going for it. "Please," I begged. Then, more slowly, "I need to know what it's like to have your hot, throbbing, hard, black dick deep in my virgin white mouth. I want to feel your black meat thrusting in and out of my mouth, getting harder, moving faster, until you explode and deliver your full load down the back of my throat. I want you to cum so fully that you gag me with it! I want you to keep it in my mouth until you're completely finished, until I've milked every drop of cum from you balls." I thought I might be getting to him, so I continued, "I've always believed in taking advantage of opportunities. This is an opportunity for both of us. You're hot and horny, that's why you came in here -- you WANT to cum. I'm giving you an opportunity to cum better than you even hoped to. I REALLY want to suck your big, hard, throbbing black dick! Please, let me kiss it and lick it and feel it slipping deep in and out, in and out, until you explode in my mouth!" He looked like he might be warming up to the idea. I pressed on "I really want to swallow every drop of cum those full balls of yours are now holding. You're in here because you need to release the pressure in them now. If you hadn't told me that was why you wanted to lock up, do you think I would have joined you? Heck, you practically INVITED me! Besides, no one besides us needs to know. This can be our secret. You can lock up with me as often or as little as you wish. Look," I said, "do this for me and I'll be your slave. Have you ever had a white-boy slave before? I'll do anything you want as long as we're both here. And I mean ANYTHING!" He thought about it for another moment, looked at the locked door. "Please," I said. "You don't have any idea how hard it was for me to work up the nerve to come in here and ask you. I'm scared to death. This is totally new to me, but I've got a real strong need to do this. I've GOT to know if it'll be as good for me as I imagine it will. I've been wanting to suck you off so badly since that cop transferred me here. I laid awake that first night imagining each one of you would tell me I had to suck your dicks. I got so excited I almost came in my blanket thinking about it. I'll do ANYTHING to make it good for you. I promise. You can take two minutes or enjoy it for two hours if you want. It's up to you. I just want to feel your hard dick in my mouth -- I want to feel your dick sliding in and out of my mouth until you shoot all your cum in my mouth. Please let me help you do what you came in here for." Finally, he said, "All right, you're right, I can see now how it COULDA sounded like an invitation ... and maybe it was. Since you're here anyway, and you want it so baldly, and I DID come in here to get off..." All the doors were closed. We waited until the guards had finished walking the hall and there were no trustees left in the hall. Because I had been locking up every day, I knew we would have a couple of uninterrupted hours. Mustache, sitting on the edge of his upper bunk, started to unbuttoned the bottom portion of his blue coveralls. I asked him if I could finish unbuttoning it and take his dick out. He let me. I took my time, brushing his visible bulge with my hand as I undid the buttons. I liked the feel of his already stiffening dick. I reached in, found my prize and slowly pulled it's full length out. It was visibly stiffening and beginning to throb as I freed it. I bent over slightly, between his spread legs, so that his dick was mouth level. It was milk-chocolate colored, just like he was. I was amazed at how big it was when it was still semi-soft. Mine retracts when it's soft. His looked as if it just hung down, instead, without retracting, like a deflated, chocolate covered banana. I had left one button still buttoned under his dick. I caressed his dick with one hand and unbuttoned the last button to expose his soft balls. I was also amazed at how quickly and naturally I brought my mouth to that beautiful black dick, my lips hungry to kiss it and my tongue anxious to lick his circumcised head. I loved his big, soft glans. I noticed how different it was from mine. It bulged over the shaft on all sides, kind of like too much ice cream on an ice cream cone. Mine only protrudes over the back and is flush on the front, kind of like a fireman's hat. Holding his dick with my right hand, I kissed his dick head passionately, looked up into his face, saw his eyes smiling, kissed his dick long and passionately again, several times. I could feel the blood pumping into his dick, felt it growing in my hand. This felt so completely natural, as if I had already done it a thousand times. I begged him to let me kiss and lick his balls as well. He said yes. They, too, were big and soft. Keeping one hand on his dick and holding it out of the way, I pressed my face into his balls with my nose between the testicles, kind of like a guy might press his face between a woman's breasts. I felt both balls press into my eye sockets. It seemed silly to do this, but somehow, I wanted to get my whole face into this experience, not just my mouth. I was taking full advantage of what might be my only opportunity to experience another man's dick -- a black dick at that -- in every way possible. His dick was growing bigger by the moment. I held his now, nearly fully erect dick at the base with my thumb and finger tips, exposing the underside, and rubbed the length of his dick all over my face while kissing it, nibbling and licking it up the hard, black shaft, toward that soft glans. I didn't understand my own feelings. What was it about the head of his dick that I loved so much? My mind was racing, trying to think of all the things I could try while I had the chance. I knew I may never get another shot at it and wanted to experience this dick in as many ways as possible. My dick is average size, about 5" or 5 1/2", depending on which side it's supposed to be measured on. His was about an inch longer, and about the same thickness. I took his dick head in my mouth and held it there for a moment. I savored the moment. I was about to experience my greatest fantasy. I wanted this moment to last as long as I could make it last. I then parted my lips and let my tongue slowly circle this beautiful dick head. I took the it back into my mouth, then took it out for a moment and kissed it right on the tip, touching the hole with my tongue -- pushing my tongue into the hole, trying to French kiss it. I tried to make it as passionate a kiss as I could. I wanted him to know how much I loved this dick I was about to suck. I let the head slide into my mouth again, then out and kissed it passionately again. The third time, after the most passionate, loving kiss I could give, I let it slide slowly into my mouth then slowly continued swallowing the whole shaft. I let his hard dick, with the soft, silky skin covering, slip as deeply into my throat as I could take it. I was pleased to find that I could take it all in. The head went in all the way to the back of my throat, and I had to push my head down on it in order to get my lips to reach the bottom of his shaft. If he was an inch longer, I know it would have made me gag to try to get it all in. I was able to work my mouth and tongue until I could feel my nose touching his kinky black hair, while my chin touch those soft balls of his, with this whole, wonderful, hard black dick deep in my mouth, head at the entrance to my throat. I savored this moment as long as I could as well, straining my eyes upward to see his reaction. His head was tilted back, but I could see a smile of enjoyment on his face. I let his full length slip out so I could see its full length again, then kissed the head, circling it with my tongue, making love to the head like my life depended on it, then sucked the whole shaft back up as far as I could. I loved the feel of the glans sliding against my tongue from the tip, all the way to the back of my throat as I brought it in and out of my mouth. I could feel where the bulging of that soft head ended and where the shaft began with my tongue. I enjoyed watching, almost cross-eyed, as the shaft slowly disappeared, inch-by-inch into my mouth, until it completely disappeared and my nose would nestle in his kinky pubic hair every time I reached bottom. I was always sure to press my chin into his balls each time I reached bottom, and loved the feel of his glans squeezed hard against my throat. I loved the feel of his dick in my mouth, so I wanted to take it slowly to make it last as long as I could. I sucked this way for a little while, but soon I noticed that I was sucking faster as his excitement mounted. I wanted it to last for the two uninterrupted hours we had, but more than that, I wanted it to be such a wonderful experience for him that he would want me to do it again. Unfortunately, he was young, virile and horny, and more interested in his climax than the pleasure I would get if it went on longer. After only about 80 or 90 strokes, I felt a change in the throbbing and the first explosion of his cum into my mouth. I felt a connection with him. As if I were experiencing his orgasm along with him. But I wasn't prepared for how much juice he had. The first explosion happened when his dick was fully inserted in my mouth, pressed against my throat. Since there was really no room for his cum, I almost gagged on it. I choked it down as fast as I could, but he just kept on cumming! I was able to swallow it all, so his dick came out clean. It softened, but didn't shrink back up the way mine does. I didn't want it to be over so soon. I wanted to kiss it some more, maybe even get it hard again. But when he was through, he just lay back on his bunk and buttoned up. I looked down and realized that I had cum in my coveralls. No wonder I felt his climax as if it were my own! I was so into HIS feelings I wasn't even aware that I came when HE did! I went to the sink and cleaned my coveralls the best I could, all the while wondering if he would ever let me suck him again. I was afraid to ask. I had no way of knowing if it was great for him or just adequate. Obviously, he came, so it wasn't a disaster. Since he was silent now, I thought he might not want to speak about it just yet, so we both just lay there, reading. I wanted to know if he enjoyed it as much as I did. I was hooked. I wanted more. If it wasn't super for him, well, maybe all I needed was more practice. I guess I was afraid to ask, and he was afraid to tell. Maybe he had his own issues with being sucked off by a guy. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 10:30:47 AM |
| 9076 : Dustin Diamond |
| hey you guys, well i've just been looking through the guestbook and i am disgusted at what some of you guys are saying. gay?? i am NOT gay for those of you that think i am and i dont appreciate all these things being spead around on this guestbook. If none of this stops then i will have this guestbook and site wiped out. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 11:56:23 AM |
| 9077 : |
| Dustin, how can you deny the beautiful night we spent together in San Fran during gay pride week. You tossed my salad like a viking. You even took it up the ass with no lube. Don't deny this Dustin, you have broke many a mans heart with your fuck em and leave em ways |
| 23rd July 2004 - 12:13:23 PM |
| 9078 : Jay Beez |
| Lustin, your logic is right on point. I hope 9076 is really Dustin! Hey D-Dog! You really suck at typing. Almost as much as you suck at acting and playing bass! Remember that time I filmed you felching a guy dressed up as an Indian Cheif at a rest area off I-35? Remember that time the Indian shoved a month's worth of used condoms and a fustful of coke up your heiny? Then he fed you his peace pipe right up your teepee. There's a picture of you on ytmnd.com and you have a GIANT gaping asshole and you're holding it open for all to see! The Indian took that one. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 12:37:17 PM |
| 9079 : Jay Beez |
| The STPK forum is still closed. Tipper rocks! Three cheers for censorship! I'm all out of toilet paper, hand me that 1st amendment over there. Take that, Frank Zappa! Fuck you, Jello Brarafara or whatever the fuck your stupid name is! Eat my fuck Thomas Jefferson, you slave banging faggot! Zeig Hiel! Dustin I'd shoot Ronald Reagan Jr. to prove my love for you you sexy man-fag lunchmeat fuck beast! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 01:00:14 PM |
| 9080 : |
| the 1st amendment is a fucking jew! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 01:39:44 PM |
| 9081 : Count Jackula |
| blah blah blah I vant to suck Dustins cock |
| 23rd July 2004 - 01:58:57 PM |
| 9082 : Mike Oks-huge |
| Dustin! I want to give you a Superman! That's where I ejaculate on your back whilst you're asleep, and put the covers over you, so that when you wake up the jizz has hardened and glued the covers to your back, like a cape! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 02:06:43 PM |
| 9083 : Jay Beez |
| A Superman? I've never heard of that one but my ex-girlfriend was Superman all the time. On accident! Dustin you're a fucking tool. I'm really bored. All I can think right now is 'Dustin Diamond is the biggest fucking cocksucking child molesting cock fucker child rapist ever and should join the Priesthood so he can fuck little boys all the time 'cuz he's a fucking boy fucker.' Fuck you Screech. You should just change your fucking stupid name to Screech because that's all you will ever be to anybody. I bet when 14 year old boys cum up your ass they yell, "SCREEEECH!" and you say, "Zoiks! I love cocks!" Fuck you. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 03:27:39 PM |
| 9084 : Jay Beez, NUMBER ONE WORLD TURD!!! |
| I woke up early, an hour or so before lights on, and got up to take a piss. Mustache jumped off his top bunk behind me and motioned me to step over to the side when I was done. He hung his blanket between the two top bunks, hanging down to block the view of the back of the cell. He took his overalls completely off and sat on the toilet, offering his erect black dick for me to suck again. I smiled and nodded at him in appreciation and got on my knees. His dick was even more of a pleasure to take into my mouth this time than it had been yesterday afternoon. It was now and old friend. He had his legs spread, which allowed me access to his balls as well. I started to thoroughly suck him. I liked the feeling of being on my knees while sucking. It seems to make my position so clear -- that I am only here to give service. I am your servant. Do anything with me as you will. Whatever your bidding, I will do it with pleasure! His wasn't as big as any of the others, but there is something about that first dick sucked that somehow makes it better, more delicious than the rest. Sucking him again was the best way I could start this new day. I felt redeemed. I had sucked him off well enough yesterday so that he wanted me again today! I really liked that he was naked this time. His black hairs accented his milk-chocolate body. It was aesthetically very appealing, and even exciting, to see his slim, muscular torso, and thighs, sparsely covered with short, kinky black hair, getting thicker and thicker until it culminated in the solid mass of pubic hairs around the base of his dick and his balls. This wonderful, hard black dick was now sliding in and out of my mouth. I remembered the things he liked from yesterday, and was able to do a better job for him today. I just loved his bulbous glans. No one else had one so big and soft. I loved to kiss it passionately, suck, kiss it passionately again, suck again and keep going that way. I sucked him so lovingly that I hoped to convey how special he and his dick were to me. He was my first. He gave me a start that, hopefully, will let me suck all four of them every day from then on. I was truly grateful to Mustache and wanted him to know how special he was to me. I would always give his dick the very best suck I was capable of giving. When I was finished, the rest were waking up. They saw us come out from behind the blanket and knew what we were up to. I asked out loud if anyone else wanted a wakeup suck. Everyone declined, but Birthmark said he wanted to feel his whole dick in me and told me he was going to fuck my ass tonight. I had poked things in my ass many times when masturbating. I liked the feeling of something in there, especially when I came. Everything I had put up my ass, however, was much smaller than Birthmark's big dick. I had fucked myself in the ass before using broomsticks and rake handles. The biggest thing was a 1 1/4" doweling (most closet clothes hanging rods are this size). I had sanded the end of the pole round, greased it up and worked it in. The pole was about two and a half feet long. I screwed it to a piece of plywood as its base, so that I could set the plywood on the floor and squat down on the pole, taking it deep into my ass. It took quite a bit of work and a lot of hand lotion to get that pole in my ass, but I did it. One night, I even removed it from its base and gone driving around the city with it stuck up my ass as far as it would go. I'd fuck it in and out as I drove. The thought that I might get busted by a cop with this pole up my ass was particularly exciting. I knew I could work something that big up my ass, but Birthmark's dick looked even fatter! I was afraid my ass might be too small, and told him so. He said he would save his butter from dinner tonight to make it easier on me. He didn't seem to be offering me a choice. I figured I better save my butter too, just in case. The pole I had used was solid. It had no give. Although Birthmark's dick is bigger, it can bend and squeeze. Maybe I will survive tonight's ass-fucking after all! In any case, I didn't see how I had any choice. I was going to be ass-fucked tonight whether I liked it or not, so I better find a way to like it! I asked the others if any of them would like to lock up with me during any of the voluntary lockup periods today for a daytime suck. They each said they would let me know later. During breakfast, as I ate on the "white" side of the dining/day room, I could see my cellmates, especially Birthmark, talking to others over on the black side and nodding toward me, apparently pointing out to them which white boy they were talking about. I guessed our activities last night were no longer going to be a secret. I also saw that they were collecting packs of cigarettes. Cigarettes are the "money" of a jail. Cigarettes can be used to buy drugs or anything else that's smuggled into jail. After breakfast, Birthmark motioned for me to come over to him. I dutifully walked over to the black side, where he told me that, instead of going back to my cell during voluntary lockup, he had promised a couple dozen or so of his friends I would suck them off in the shower after breakfast. I had mixed feelings. I had been hoping to suck off some of my cellmates in the light of day, but in the privacy of our cell. The shower was different -- it was quite public! Birthmark said he would have people standing in front of the showers to block the view of the guards. A few blacks around him were grinning (or was it smirking?) and nodding in agreement. "You do every one of them as good as you done us," Birthmark instructed. "I don't want to hear any complaints. You understand what I'm saying?" I promised to give the best blowjobs I could possibly give to everyone he sent in the showers to me. "You do anything any of them tell you to do 'cept takin' it in your ass. You savin' you're virgin white ass for me tonight! Startin' tomorrow, they can all fuck you any way they want, but today you just give 'em head." I nodded agreement. I knew that Birthmark would stop anyone from trying to rape my ass. I was excited at the idea of a bunch of new dicks to suck, but also more than a little nervous and anxious about how quickly I lost control of the situation -- I was now to suck anyone's dick my cellmates instructed me to suck -- even those who "paid" for the pleasure. I was now a whore. Packs of cigarettes were only about fifty cents back then. They were getting a pretty cheap suck. I would later learn that my cellmates intended to make up in quantity what they gave up in price. It only took a few minutes before everyone in the day room knew I was the "whore of the second floor," and available to suck any dick in the showers for a pack-a-suck. My cellmates were taking orders and collecting the packs. But I had no one but myself to blame. I had chosen this road yesterday when I followed Mustache into the cell. It seemed Mustache would have kept it between us, but I was greedy and wanted more. There was no going back after offering myself to all of my other cellmates. I now had to go wherever this road led me. It was up to me to walk it. Besides, I already had the reputation of a cock- sucker among whites, they all believed I was doing it anyway, might as well live up to my reputation -- and enjoy it! And what right did I have to complain? Hadn't I told my cellmates, not twelve hours earlier, that I wanted to suck as much dick as I could get, and as often as I could get it? That's exactly what they were arranging for me! How could they know I was only thinking of sucking the four of them over and over and over again in the privacy of our cell when I said that? I never considered taking on the entire floor! But my cellmates were just helping me get what they heard me say I wanted -- and making some "money" in the process. I didn't blame them. I realized then that you can't put the genie back in the bottle once it's let loose. I was now going to have to suck every dick on the second floor willing to pay a pack of cigarettes for it, so I might as well accept my new status as whore and enjoy the role. I took a deep breath and headed for the showers. I was shaking while I stripped and waited for Birthmark to point the first one to me. Another big, black stud. Were all blacks this big? I stood there soaping up under one shower head while he stripped and walked over to the other, turned it on, and started to soap up. I rinsed off, looked at Birthmark, who nodded, then, my voice quaking, I asked, "Would you like me to wash that?" my hand extended toward his cock. He nodded his head and said "Yeah, white boy, take real good care of it. Wash it, then suck on it and keep sucking 'till I've shot my whole load in your white mouth!" "I wouldn't dream of stopping before you've given me every drop of your cum," I said, making sure all those nearby, and even those behind, could hear as well. "Your cum is like my prize, my reward, like you might give a dog a pat on the head or a biscuit for a job well-done! But it means even more than that me. I don't know how to explain it, but I REALLY WANT that reward. It's like I won't be totally fulfilled by your dick unless and until I feel it completely cumming in my mouth. I need every drop, every squirt, every thrust of your big black dick deep in my mouth until you've given me all the stiff dick and cum you have to give! But, what I would REALLY like first, is to feel your big, hard, throbbing black dick sliding in and out of my mouth for as long as you can make it last BEFORE you cum. You see, I want both. I'll get a great deal of pleasure from sucking your dick for as long as you can hold back, and then I'll get a DIFFERENT kind of pleasure when you let me experience the most powerful orgasm you can give me with this big dick, hard as a rock, thrusting deep in my mouth." As I was saying that, I reached over and soaped his cock, cradling it with one hand beneath as I soaped, stroked and caressed it with the other. I gently washed his balls this way as well. As his dick grew hard in my hand, I gained confidence, reached up with the free hand and pointed the shower head at it to rinse the soap off. "You know, my cellmates didn't force me to suck their dicks, either," I said. "In fact, I had to beg them to let me do it. I told them that I wanted to spend all the rest of my time here with stiff dicks fucking and cumming in my mouth! That's why they set this up with you and all the others for me! I'm not here by force, I'm here strictly by choice. I'm here because feeling hard dicks fucking me in and out of my mouth is what I REALLY want to spend all of my time doing!" I then dropped to my knees, held his dick with one hand, pressed my lips to his dick head and planting a long kiss on the tip of the head. Then I parted my lips to let the head slowly slide into my mouth. "Just let me know what you like," I told him. "I want to please you any way I can." As I was doing this, I was conscious that fifteen or twenty black inmates were watching me -- some waiting for their turn to be sucked, others just blocking the guard's view of what I was doing. I decided that as long as I was going to have an audience with every suck, they might as well see the best porno show I could give them. I withdrew my mouth from his dick head and kissed the whole dick from the bottom to the top up one side and down the other. I then lifted his dick up, nestled my face into the underside of his dick, sliding it back and forth over my face, while I kissed his balls. I rubbed my nose and face back and forth on his dick like an Eskimo, then began kissing his balls again, moving my face slowly upward as I planted dozens of kisses up the bottom side of his now throbbing, hard cock. Finally, I planted another passionate kiss on his dick head, place a hand on each of his hips for control, then parted my lips to take the full length slowly, inch-by-inch, into my waiting, now starving-for-black- dick mouth. I loved the drama of performing this way, slowly, deliberately, making sure my audience had the best view I could provide. My naked white body on my knees, making love with my mouth to this long, hard, black dick as it slid, then thrust, in and out of my face. I moved my head back and forth, taking his full length with each inward suck into my mouth, then letting the head show fully to the audience so they could appreciate the full length that was disappearing in my mouth, leaving just the suck of a kiss with my outstretched, puckered lips on the hole at its tip with each outward stroke. I tasted a little pre-cum with each such sucking kiss. Following his lead, I began sucking his full length in earnest. As I felt his breathing and excitement grow, and all slackness leave his dick, I continued to increase my speed and sucking pressure. There's nothing in this world like the feel of an erect dick in my mouth that has reached its full hardness, ready to spurt its cum in my mouth. But I wanted it to last longer, so periodically I started the technique over again. I'd withdraw his rock-hard dick from my mouth and start kissing the shaft, once again, from the base up, ending with a passionate sucking-kiss to the hole in his dick-head, tasting his pre-cum. Then I'd swallow his dick whole and suck repeatedly once again. I repeated this process until I miscalculated my timing and he came forcefully in my mouth. I kept as much of his dick in my mouth, swallowing as fast as I could, until the pulsing subsided, then continued my sucking process, gently squeezing his shaft with my hand, until I was convinced that every last drop of cum he was able to give me was out. He let me keep his dick in my mouth as it softened, until he was finally ready to remove it. My customers all had the right to a FULL orgasm! This would be just the first suck of many today, with few breaks in between. I varied my technique through both experimentation and direction from my customers, but gave each one the best suck and orgasm, and the audience the best show I could deliver in each and every case. It hadn't dawned on me quite yet, but cum was going to become my food staple for the rest of my stay. Meals would provide some additional nutrients, but I would not be very hungry at meal times after all the cum I would swallow between meals. I would just eat a few bites of my meals, then head quickly back to the showers in hopes that I could get a dick back in my mouth that much sooner. I don't know if the guards really didn't know, or just didn't care, that some white boy would be sucking all these dicks, all day long, but they never stopped the parade of naked bodies to just the first shower, while I remained naked all day -- my own little dick semi- erect most of the time -- under the second one. Sometimes my head would be visible during the change of inmates to the first shower, as I stood and waited, then disappearing below the heads of the crowd of onlookers just after my next customer soaped up and I'd drop to my knees once again. Other times my next customer would be right there, undressed, ready willing and waiting, dick already hard, and my head would not be visible to the guards through several sucks. I believe all of the guards probably knew I was the white boy who was being "punished", so maybe they thought all of this dick-sucking was my just punishment for calling one of their own a "pig." My cellmates kept all of the packs for pimping me out -- the tradeoff was that I got exactly what I told them I wanted -- all the dick I could suck, virtually non-stop, all day long. They kept my mouth full of dick, and my belly full of cum, until light out. I thought about how, with each of my sucks yesterday, I had feared it might be my last. Now, I know there will be an endless supply of hard dicks as long as I am here. It was such a relief to no longer have to worry about where or when my next suck might come from. I never asked my cellmates how they were doing. The packs were theirs. Hell, they may have even been giving freebies to some of their friends. I didn't care. As long as I was able to keep getting these constant "fixes" to my new addiction -- hard dicks in the mouth -- I was happy they could also get what they wanted out of it. I was their willing, contented, personal sexual servant nights and mornings, and their whore as they made all the money they wanted during the day. I willingly and enthusiastically sucked every dick they lead to me all day long. Were they taking advantage of me? Sure. Was I also taking advantage of them? Absolutely! Since I came in to the jail broke, I had been rolling smokes from the tobacco and paper the jail provided. My cellmates now, generously, made sure I had all the "tailor made" cigarettes I needed as long as I kept doing my part helping them earn them. Besides, I didn't have much time for smoking anymore -- just after meals, before the showers were open and at night in my cell. The rest of the time I was in the shower nearly every minute with the water running on me, and with a dick in my mouth. Can't smoke many cigarettes that way anyway! The shower scene was different than our cell in other ways as well. There was a level of privacy in the cell, even if the others knew what was happening, they couldn't see. The showers were open for the whole day room to see -- which included everyone on the floor who didn't lock up. There were three periods when the showers were open -- for about three hours between breakfast and lunch, another three hours between lunch and dinner, then for two hours after dinner. I would remain in the showers all eight of these hours, wet and naked, each day from then on until I was released from jail. There was another difference too. In the cell I usually had my coveralls on. In the shower, I was naked most of the time, eight hours each day, with my own dick acting like a flag to let everyone know how much I was turned on by this big dick vs. that one. Sucking turned me on so much that I sometimes came, too, when I brought an exceptionally excited, hard and beautiful dick to a climax. Sometimes my cum shot out quite powerfully and obviously, other times, the shower water running down me hid that fact from onlookers. The lack of privacy also affected those I sucked. Some exhibitionist types would be turned sideways, showing off to everyone, while other, more modest people, would face the shower wall, back to the crowd, with me between them and the wall, facing the crowd, while I sucked. With either of these positions, I made sure I always showed the crowd the look of great pleasure that filled my face and the great passion I put into my work. I really wanted all to know how pleased, happy, enthusiastic and passionate I was to be sucking every one of these stiff dicks. There were 19 cells on this floor, with four or five inmates per cell. I don't know how many I sucked during the three shower periods that first day. I might have averaged eight or ten per hour. I had to suck each one until he came, no matter how long that took. After all, they all paid for it! Some came quickly, others took a while. I sure found out that hard dicks come in all sizes, shapes and colors! Some have to be made hard with sucking, kissing, licking, nibbling, fondling, caressing, -- whatever it took. Others were hard as a board the moment they came up to me. I guess it depends on how turned on they got watching me, and how modest they were. I liked pulling back the foreskin on the uncircumcised ones to lick and kiss their tender glans, but I seemed to get more excited (and hard) when I saw a circumcised one inches from my face and moving in fast toward my mouth. I learned that different people liked different pressures and speed of sucking motion. Some liked it fast, some liked it slow. Some liked it varied. Some liked me to lick ever so lightly with just the tip of my tongue, then contrast that with a full, meaningful suck. One had me give him a "butterfly" tickle by batting my eyelashes along the shaft of his dick. Some liked me licking and kissing their balls, others did not. One wanted me to take his balls in my mouth and hum -- he liked the vibration. Some wanted me to hold their hips while I pulled them in and out of my mouth, others wanted me to hold the base of their dicks. Others didn't want me to touch them with anything but my mouth. Some held my head while they fucked my mouth. Several even wanted me to keep a washrag over my own dick while sucking theirs so they couldn't see my erection. One wanted to feel my teeth around the edge of his glans. I became very "customer service" oriented. One even wanted me to continue licking past his balls, between his legs and lick my tongue into his ass hole. I left all shame and inhibitions behind. I did WHATEVER anyone wanted me to do. My need for a steady diet of hard dicks was now taken care of, so I could concentrate completely on how much pleasure I was able to give the dick in my mouth at the moment. Through this, I found pleasure in the satisfaction of a job very well done that actually rivaled my satisfaction at having a dick in my mouth. This gave me double pleasure for the price of one! I also discovered that the more pleasure I gave, the harder the NEXT dick in line sometimes would be - - ready to go to the back of my mouth without my having to suck it hard first. All of the dicks I sucked during the first three-hour period were black. I guess my cellmates lined up their black friends first. With all inmates on the floor able to see what was going on, white inmates soon were paying as well. Their turns finally came part-way through the shower period between lunch and dinner. At lunchtime, my cellmates insisted I begin eating on the black side for protection against whites who seemed to think I was a traitor. I guess it was for two reasons. First, I was letting my black cellmates make all that money selling me, instead of letting whites sell me. Second, all of the dicks I was sucking all that first morning were black dicks. I had thought, incorrectly, that as long as I was willing to suck all whites, Mexicans, and anyone else, too, there wouldn't be any problem. My cellmates were not only my "pimps", but I soon learned that they were there to protect me from harm as well. Birthmark and the Giant, especially, were both very intimidating. I felt perfectly safe staying in the showers sucking everyone my cellmates wanted me to, while they stood near the entrance. If I could keep up this sucking rate of maybe eight to ten an hour, I might actually be able to suck the whole floor every day! I found out that my pimps weren't just "taking orders", they were using intimidation techniques along with salesmanship. They, too, wanted to see if they could get every dick on the floor in my mouth every day! Make sure everyone got a suck-a-day, even if they really didn't want one. My dick would often stay hard through several sucks before one turned me on so intensely I would cum. I was amazed that I could cum two or three times a day without touching my dick at all. I just sat on my heals, or kneeled in front of this wonderful parade of dicks, my own dick remaining erect, until one would be so good I could feel his orgasm go right through my own body as I came too, right along with the one in my mouth. After cumming, I would just grow hard again as soon as I had another really good, excited dick in my mouth. I really liked the black ones best. There were many big, hard white ones, too, but somehow they didn't get me to the same level of ecstasy when I sucked them as the black ones did. I don't know if it was because it just seemed so "bad" of me -- a white boy -- to be sucking on a big black dick or what, but I definitely was most turned on, and came most often, while sucking those big black dicks. The ones that didn't get me erect were, invariably, smaller ones on fat bodies. But still, I had eight-hours-a-day to put in and this was my job. You get the good with the bad. I just concentrated on what was feeling good for my "customers," even for the fatties, and earned my pay. I may not have an erection or an orgasm while sucking some of them, but I took pride in no one leaving the showers unsatisfied or unspent. I spent many hours on my knees with the shower spraying on both me and my "partner" of the moment. My jaws ached, my skin shriveled up like a prune, but I could not stop until the shower period ended -- nor did I want to. Those I didn't get to would be first during the next shower period. My cellmate pimps were now selling me to whoever coughed up a pack of smokes. I heard that they gave credit to some, but I figured that was their concern. As long as they indicated to me that I was to do someone, I did. As tired as I got, I loved every moment of it. I was beginning to feel the same power over the entire floor as I felt the night before over my cell. I asked each person to guide me in what he liked best. I decided that first day, that each person on this floor was going to get the best suck from me they ever had in their lives. It might be the tenth or twentieth suck -- giving them one-a-day for 10 or 20 days -- to get to know what each one liked best. But I intended to get to the point where I could give to each, what to them would be, the perfect suck! Since I didn't make bail, based on my scheduled court dates, I figured I would be there another 30 days. Who knows? I might end up being the best cocksucker in the county by the time I was released! By late afternoon, I had actually acquired a real taste for cum. I honestly loved the taste of it. I was doing everything I could to suck every drop of cum out of their dicks, not just because it was my job, not just because my customers liked it, but because I couldn't wait to taste it again. Cum had become my chocolate. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 03:53:55 PM |
| 9085 : Other Jay Beez |
| 9084 is in no way affiliated with the Jay Beez and Sons Productions LTD. or any subsidiary thereof or pertaining to Jay Beez and Sons Productions LTD. Princess Puessie can lick a nigga' ass! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 06:19:34 PM |
| 9086 : me@ME.com |
| me@ME.com |
| 23rd July 2004 - 06:38:49 PM |
| 9087 : Pepe LeAss-Cunt |
| Well rape my ass and call me Susan! Have you, dear reader, ever had the pleasure of waking up in the morning and finding the large, throbbing, circumcised schlonger of one Dustin Diamond Esq. lodged in your tight, 15-year-old Puerto Rican orphan ass? No?? Well I do believe that I have!!! I don't mind telling you, it was a large 'un!!! Never in all my years as a pert, vulnerable orphan child with a ringhole to die for have I been anally raped by anyone better!!!! Not even old Father O'Grady, the aging catholic priest with a 'reputation', has pleasured me quite as much!!! Not even on a good day, when the Viagra had taken hold!! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 06:54:03 PM |
| 9088 : COMMANDER COCK |
| WELL BLOW ME CAPTAIN CUNTFACE |
| 23rd July 2004 - 06:58:26 PM |
| 9089 : just call him NUMBER ONE ASSHOLE |
| NEWSWEEK reports that President Bush, appearing before a right-to-life rally in Tampa, Florida on June 17, stated: "We must always remember that all human beings begin life as a feces. A feces is a living being in the eyes of God, who has endowed that feces with all of the rights and God-given blessings of any other human being." The audience listened in disbelief as the President repeated his error at least a dozen times, before realizing that he had used the word 'feces" when he meant to say "fetus." |
| 23rd July 2004 - 07:03:12 PM |
| 9090 : Sgt. 1st Class Special Fart Fucker |
| Well butter my corn and call me in the morning! Have you, dear Pepe, ever experienced waking up with a mouthful of Dustin's sputum-laced poo droppings and a super glue-like Superman? No? Well I do believe that will rip the farts out of your ass and fuck them! Never in all my years as a shady, overweight child predator have I fucked so many burgeoning young tender virgin farts! Not even Father McBoyfucker has violated so many hot little rusty leutenant badges as I, not even during one of his many Bushmills-induced man-boy fuck orgies! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 07:38:56 PM |
| 9091 : Pepe LeAss-Cunt |
| Well sodomize me good and hard and call me McDougal!!! I must say that I have never experienced the joys of our good friend Mr. Diamond excreting his waste products into my oral cavity, though, during our last rendezvous, he did offer me a Superman, but I had to refuse as I had a prior engagement with one Father O'Dograpist! My sphincter was screaming that night, I can tell you!!! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 07:56:50 PM |
| 9092 : Dustin |
| I need a ham and cheese like Katie Holmes needs an enema! I'd also enjoy a hot Uncle Sourkrout right up my poo shooter! |