Zach has been forced to join an Aryan prison gang, but now an older Aryan is gonna join his bed too… Can Zach handle sharing a bunk with the legendary prison alpha Stumbler?!
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Zach had fallen asleep quickly for the first night since he got to the New Jersey State Prison — or really, for the first time since he was arrested. That was because he had finally completed his initiation into the Aryan Way, he was in Cell 8856 instead of in gen-pop, where he couldn’t sleep virtually at all, due to the marauding crackheads, extortionists, needles and vomit puddles littering the floor. That had been hell on earth, and he did what he needed to in order to get out of there.
His head was freshly shaved, his skin prickling sensitively in the chilly air of the prison cell.
He wasn’t really racist and he didn’t feel good about the things he had said to fit in, but he had always known he would have to join a gang to survive here. Given that he was a slim white man with no ties to the Italians or any other gang, he had no choice but to join up with the Aryan Way.
His cellmate, who slept above him, was a tall, wiry hillbilly named Stumbler, who talked like Foghorn Leghorn. Zach got the impression he didn’t really buy into the Aryan ideology of the Aryan Way either, but he was a loyal lieutenant. He was, in a sense, Zach’s boss, and also his chief protector, he had assured Zach that he’d be safe as long as he was loyal to the Aryan Way.
So when Zach awoke to the sound of Stumbler climbing down from his bunk, he assumed the man was going to the toilet. Instead, he lifted the blanket off Zach’s body and climbed into the bunk next to him, carrying the sheet and blanket from his own bed with him.
“Hey, I’m cold, my brother,” Stumbler said. He sounded sleepy and somehow even bashful. Stumbler was never bashful. He was a boom-happy hick who you could just tell came from a trailer park, his voice hollery to hell and back. Zach knew the type, and he would never have hung out with someone like Stumbler on the outside. He was strong but lean, looking hungry, like he had more muscles than he had protein in his meals and his body was bursting at the seams. He looked so muscular it was painful to be him even though he wasn’t really that muscular. “Lemme in here.”
Zach’s heart pounded, and he rocketed to full wakefulness. He twitched as though he was gonna tumble outta the bunk, but he was pinned between Stumbler and the cold stone wall. He gulped. Stumbler’s body was firm and weirdly cold, like stone, almost as cold as the wall, which Zach scooted up against until the chill got through his clothes and the sheet and it felt like rubbing up against an ice block.
It was very cold tonight. Zach lay on his side to avoid getting caught up in Stumbler’s arms as he arranged his own sheet and blanket on top of Zach’s. Laying on his side was not intended to be permanent, but when the blanket was replaced, Stumbler lay on his back, and there wasn’t enough room for Zach to do the same thing.
All the movement let a lot of cold air in, so Zach shivered. “Uh… hey, Stumbler,” he said, only cuz he couldn’t think of anything more intelligent to say. “You wanna share my bed?”
“Relax, everyone does this here, it’s cold. We gotta share heat, not a big deal,” Stumbler said. “We got twice as many blankets if we double up, hoss.”
It was cold, Zach thought, he was shivering as well. He could tell now that many of the Aryans in Cell 8856 — a big gymnasium-type cell with a hundred and thirteen men in it — were doubling up. It wasn’t that cold outside, but it was cold enough the heat should be on. The heat was not on, that was why the prison was freezing cold. They only turned on the heat when court precedent deemed it cruel and unusual punishment not to provide heat, and that meant damn near the freezing point.
He nodded, blushing but glad that Stumbler couldn’t see it. Zach was not a tough guy at all. He was in reasonably good shape, he was on his college golf team. He hadn’t told anyone that because it would hardly make him sound tough. But still, they worked out every day, and he was still in good shape. Not as muscular Stumbler though.
Zach’s face was just inches from Stumbler’s scruffy tanned cheeks. He could smell the man’s deodorant and feel his smooth chest rubbing against Zach’s flesh.
“You see that new nurse today? The blonde?” Stumbler asked once he settled in, blankets covering both men, their body heat mingling in the stony cell. Stumbler’s flesh no longer felt cold. Now he was like a warmed stone, and Zach wanted to cuddle up close to him. He didn’t, but he wanted to. The stone wall behind his ass was frozen. “Damn, I wanted to fuck that bitch, hoss. I would fuck her hard! Any hole she want.”
“Yeah, she was pretty hot,” Zach said, too nervous to really think about what Stumbler was saying. He didn’t remember seeing any blonde nurse. There were only a couple women working at the New Jersey State Prison, and none of them were blonde that Zach had seen.
“You happy about joinin’ the Aryan Way?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Stumbler smiled. It was too dark for Zach to see his face, but he could sense Stumbler’s grizzled face move. They were so close that Zach could feel the man’s smile in the pattern his breath made when it condensed on his cheek. Stumbler said, “I know that ain’t true. You ain’t really a believer in the cause, is you, hoss?”
“Well… I meant what I said. I swore loyalty to the organization.”
“You did what you needed to do,” Stumbler said. He reached up and rubbed Zach’s freshly-shaved head. He chuckled when Zach winced and moved his head away. “You look good with a shaved head. I bet you’s cold though. You wanna put yer head under the covers?”
He did, very much so, but Zach shook his head. He could live with a cold head. He wasn’t sure what Stumbler would do to him under the covers. “No, thanks, I want the fresh air.”
But Stumbler kept one hand on Zach’s scalp, pushing down on his head. He didn’t push as hard as he could — Stumbler was very strong, and Zach would know if he was really forcing it. But he did push, and Zach had to actively fight against his hand.
“Now come on, relax. I ain’t gonna ramrod ya, okay. The Aryan Way don’t allow that. You’s a skinmate, a brother-in-skin,” he said. He kissed Zach on the cheek.
Zach wrinkled his nose and held his breath. “Yeah. I’m glad.”
“If you decide to mess around, Zachary, y’know, that’s different-“
“No way, nuh-uh,” Zach said and gulped. Everybody told him he’d prolly get it up behind in prison.
That was one of the reasons he joined the Aryan Way. They don’t allow it. But Stumbler sponsored Zach, which meant he could withdraw his sponsorship anytime. Then Zach would be out on his ass, sleeping on the floor in gen-pop again.
“Relax, Zachary,” he said, then chuckled throatily as he placed one hand on Zach’s asscheek and squeezed. He had to reach over Zach’s body to do it, since Zach still lay on his side with Stumbler at his front. Zach yelped instinctively moved away from his hand, which meant he scooted closer to Stumbler’s body.
Zach’s dick, in his sweatpants, touched Stumbler’s body, in his pants. Zach’s chest bumped up against Stumbler’s, and he felt twinges of inadequacy. Stumbler had a powerful chest firm with muscle. Zach was lean and athletic, but he had never been big, and nobody would call him especially strong.
“Relax, hoss, relax,” Stumbler said. “Keep it quiet… Don’t attract attention from the guards. I ain’t gonna ramrod ya, I’m just playin’.” But he kept his hand on Zach’s ass, and even caressed it as he whispered in Zach’s ear. “We ain’t gonna tell no one what happens in the cell when the lights go out. Nobody need to know we share a bunk.”
“Are you really racist?” Zach asked, hoping to change the subject to something that wouldn’t accidentally give Zach a hard-on. Stumbler had a Confederate flag tattoo on his bicep, but no swastikas or anything like that. He was not as scary as the other skinheads, he seemed more like a lovable muscle-bound redneck. He said he drank a lot on the outside, but Zach thought he was probably one of those overly gregarious drunks, and there was no alcohol in the cell.
“Nah, I don’t believe in any kinda white power nonsense,” Stumbler said. He whispered directly in Zach’s ear. “If you tell anyone that, I’ll kill you.”
“I won’t.”
“We both had to join up for protection, hoss,” Stumbler said. “In this place, you gotta do whatever you gotta do to survive, to protect yer body, and yer mind. You understand that, son?”
“Yeah. I get that. You gotta do what you gotta do,” Zach said.
“That’s right,” Stumbler said, his voice low and slow. Then he added, “Hoss.”
Zach realized as a silence overtook the cell that Stumbler was stroking his own dick. Zach gulped and tried to move away, but he was at the very edge of the bunk. Stumbler’s hand, resting on Zach’s ass, pulled him closer. Stumbler’s dick was out of his sweatpants now, and it jabbed into Zach’s crotch.
“Sssh,” Stumbler said. “I need to get my nut off, or I’ll go crazy. You wanna play with it?”
“I dunno…” Zach wrapped one hand around Stumbler’s cock. It was true, he was unsure if he should play with it or not. He’d rather not, of course, but it would be better to do that than take his massive cock up the ass. He didn’t know if no was a real option. If he had to get Stumbler off one way or another, he’d rather use his hand.
But he was too scared to say all of that. So he just murmured softly as he let Stumbler guide his hand to his cock. Zach gulped and held it like a handle. He didn’t stroke it, he just held it, throbbing and hot in one hand.
“Sssh… Before you answer, lemme remind you of a couple things. First, you gonna get so horny here yer balls are gonna burst, if you don’t start stroking yerself off. Second, you gonna go crazy if you only jack off and never get to show any affection with anyone. Third, I ain’t gonna ramrod ya, son,” he said. He slipped one of his big callused mitts down Zach’s pants and grabbed his dick. He whistled in an obviously patronizing way. “You got some meat there, boi.”
“Uh, Stumbler, uh…”
Stumbler’s hand stroked Zach’s meat until it was hard. Zach held his breath, too nervous to think, the Stumbler’s sweat assaulting his senses when he did force himself to inhale. Stumbler smelled zesty and musky, like an old, dry sailboat, and his muscles felt firm like steel rope in a taut canvas sac. Stumbler kissed him on the lips and rammed his tongue into Zach’s mouth.
The squeal that came outta Zach’s throat would have been loud if it wasn’t swallowed up by Stumbler’s mouth, as he kissed him, aggressively, almost pugilistically, since his callused hands kneaded Zach’s flesh as though searching for tits. Zach’s whole body tightened up.
Stumbler grabbed Zach’s hand, gently but firmly. He pulled it to Stumbler’s warm crotch and wrapped his fingers around his cock once more.
“Sssh, relax, it’s okay… Hmmm… Zachary…”
Stumbler’s cock was thick and greasy and hoggish, and Zach slowly realized that grease was precum. Stumbler moaned into his mouth. Pleasure pulsated up his body from Stumbler’s hand on his dick, Zach didn’t want that feeling to stop, so he kept stroking Stumbler’s meat at the same time.
Stumbler groaned. The low, mind-melting sound made Zach’s remaining hairs stand on end. It sounded like Stumbler was making love, he thought, and it became even grosser moments later when Stumbler began humping. His hips flexed and his dick spasmed in Zach’s hand. His muscles were firm like a barricade, ramming into Zach’s body.
“Feels good, don’t it?”
Zach blushed and mumbled his agreement. A few drops of sticky spit prickled on his face, as Stumbler slathered his mug in kisses. Stumbler moaned into his ear.
“Everyone thinks getting a handjob from a man is pointless. You might as well stroke yourself off, right? But that ain’t right, at least, not in this place. You need some affection, Zachary,” he said. “Or you go loco.” His scratchy beard rubbed against Zach’s cheeks.
At last Stumbler pulled his lips away away. His hand sped up his stroking. He smiled and looked deeply into Zach’s eyes, as though trying to seduce him, but in the dark, Zach could barely see his face. Zach held his breath, waiting for Stumbler to say something else.
But it seemed he was waiting for Zach to complain, and when he didn’t, Stumbler kissed him again. It was another long, slow, passionate kiss, and his tongue pushed into Zach’s mouth. His hand dropped Zach’s dick as Stumbler swooned and pushed Zach onto his back. Stumbler mounted his body as though going to have sex with a woman, so both crotches lined up.
“Put yer hands on my ass,” he said breathlessly.
Zach couldn’t think of anything but the precummy mess in his crotch. Both dicks rubbed against each other, leaking their fluids onto his skin. Stumbler’s seemed impossibly hard and thick, like a weapon clubbing Zach’s dick into submission. Unable to think of a way to say no, and unwilling to do so anyway, Zach put both hands on Stumbler’s plump, hairless cheeks.
Stumbler crooned right in Zach’s ear, which made Zach shudder. He found his hands moving of their own accord, caressing Stumbler’s ass. Stumbler kissed him again and again, and that was all Zach could think about. Stumbler reached behind himself and moved Zach’s hand from his cheek to his crack.
“You can put your pinkie in if you want,” Stumbler said.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to, but before Zach even decided not to, his finger did. His pinkie plunged into Stumbler’s ass, and Stumbler bucked. His dick spasmed and leaked even more copious precum into Zach’s crotch.
“You ain’t gonna tell no one ’bout fingerin’ me, right?”
“No way. What happens in the cell, stays in the cell,” Zach said, his voice soft as a lamb.
“Good,” Stumbler said. His kisses moved to Zach’s smooth neck, and he licked a trail down to Zach’s nipples. Stumbler’s muscles rippled where they rubbed against Zach’s slim frame.
Then Stumbler’s ass squeezed around Zach’s fingers as though not going to let him go. That distracted Zach from what was happening — Stumbler simply picked him up in those big redneck arms and flipped him over. His finger was out of Stumbler’s ass, his own ass bare and right under Stumbler’s throbbing cock.
Before Zach could say anything, Stumbler had angled his dick in and pushed just the first millimeter or so inside Zach’s ass. Then he paused. Zach yelped and squealed, squirming beneath Stumbler’s hairless body.
“Sssh, sssh, Zachary,” Stumbler said like a father reassuring his son during a thunderstorm. “I ain’t gonna ramrod ya, okay? I promise. I said that. I’m gonna make love to yer womanhood… Can you say it too?”
“What?” Zach’s voice sounded weak. The pain in his ass was negligible at this point, it was only the tip of Stumbler’s cock inside him. But he felt burning humiliation, and he was so terrified of what might happen next that he didn’t know what to say. “I know this isn’t-“
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to make love to my womanhood…” Zach said, his voice a breaking moan of desire.
“Sssh, ssh, let’s talk,” Stumbler said. “I’ll give you a reacharound anytime, as long as you keep it a secret.”
“Stumbler-“
“Sssh. And you can always say no,” he said. “But we need this, Zachary. You’re so pretty and smooth, and in the dark you kinda feel like a girl. So when the lights turn out, you be my wife, okay? Please?”
“Stumbler…”
Stumbler reached for something up on his bunk, or on the shelf next to it. Then his fingers slathered something cold and goopy on Zach’s ass. Zach writhed again in discomfort, but it did open his ass up, or at least it lubed it up, and Stumbler pushed more of his dick in.
Zach didn’t know what a prostate was, but he felt Stumbler’s manhood touch him inside in a way that sent a burst of ecstasy through him. He moaned into the grimy bunk and turned his head, which placed his nose and mouth in Stumbler’s chest, right where his pectoral muscle met his armpit. The smell of masculinity was strong there, deliriously so, and Zach reeled as Stumbler began moving his dick back and forth within him.
“Oh god…”
“Sssh, this’ll relax you good, and then it’ll feel like heaven. It’s hog fat, from the kitchen. It melts from body temperature, Zachary, and we’re both so hot here, snug as bedbugs together, ain’t we?”
“Stumbler…”
“Sssh. It ain’t gonna hurt bad, son,” Stumbler said, his mouth hovering just above Zach’s ear, his warm breath condensing there. “I’m just gonna make love to ya, like a woman, and you is gonna enjoy it or pretend to, I don’t care. At night, you my woman, Zachary. We ain’t nevuh gonna talk about this during the daytime, okay? Our love is too strong to be spoken of during the day.”
“Hmmm…” Then Zach bit his lip as another surge of pain hit him. He cried out, the sound wrapped up by Stumbler’s firm forearm, which he shoved in front of Zach’s face. The hog fat did help, but Stumbler began pumping his dick in deeper and deeper. While it wasn’t pure agony, the pressure was intense and Zach found himself biting the muscle of Stumbler’s tattooed forearm.
“You know what downlow means?”
“What?”
“The colored gangs say it. When two guys mess on the downlow, it means it don’t count. The bottom ain’t a bitch,” Stumbler said, his voice breaking and wavering in Zach’s ear. He sucked on Zach’s earlobe. “They just need to get their nuts off. That’s what we’re doin’. We’s making love on the downlow, Zachary. You’re so pretty and delicate. I’d never hurt you. You believe me?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Zach said. He grunted, trying to clear his mind so he could decide what to do. His whole body spasmed then as Stumbler grabbed his dick and gave it a stroke. A bolt of pleasure shivered up Zach’s spine, even as pain radiated from his ass.
“See, a reacharound? We’s gonna be moister than a bayou, son, this is nice, ain’t it?”
“It kinda hurts…”
“It always hurts the first time. You’ll get looser. I’s an expert at makin’ a man into a wife. A night-wife, they call it. We call it.”
Zach opened his mouth to respond, but the pressure and the pleasure grew more intense, and all he could do was bite again into the meat of Stumbler’s arm. Stumbler showed no sign of feeling it, so Zach gnawed away. He grunted and gasped, embarrassed that his own cock was still leaking precum even as he was rammed. Stumbler’s other arm stroked Zach gently, bringing him closer and closer to a powerful climax.
“Don’t make alotta noise,” Stumbler said. “We can’t let no one know what’s happenin’ here. I won’t tell no one if you won’t. We each got somethin’ to lose, right? You put a finger in me too, remembuh?”
That didn’t quite seem like equal dirt, but Zach didn’t have the wherewithal to speak. He writhed beneath Stumbler’s rapidly strengthening plowing.
The feel of the bigger man’s rippling muscles and smooth chest made Zach’s stomach churn, especially combined with the smell of the man’s sweat as he smeared it over Zach’s body. He grunted and heaved his breath onto Zach’s face with every thrust. From where Zach was, it was impossibly loud, and Stumbler sounded like a rutting pig.
He licked Zach’s face too, as he drilled his dick deep within Zach’s guts. He moaned exquisite but indecipherable syllables in Zach’s ear and licked his face until spit dripped in rivulets onto Zach’s pillow.
“Here it comes, sweetheart, kiss me,” Stumbler said, then kissed Zach on the lips. There was something about the way he said sweetheart that made Zach want to declare his love for Stumbler. His tongue explored the depths of Zach’s throat. Stumbler stopped moving just as the orgasm roiled through him, and he let out a low, loose sigh right into Zach’s ear.
Seconds later, cum erupted deep within him. Zach had never experienced anything like that. It felt like some alien device was malfunctioning in his body, spewing grease everywhere. Its warm creaminess spread to every corner of Zach’s body, he could have sworn he felt it flowing to his arms, his feet, and everywhere else.
But the most arousing part of it, Zach thought, was the way he felt the orgasm in Stumbler’s body. He felt Stumbler’s pecs tighten, his breathing stop momentarily. His toes curled around Zach’s feet, and his hands dropped Zach’s body to clench the mattress beneath him.
Then it was over, but Stumbler didn’t stop humping, even as his dick got limp inside Zach. Instead, he focused on stroking Zach off even more enthusiastically. He used both hands, one on Zach’s root and one stroking the shaft.
“Now it’s yer turn, Zachary…”
Despite the bliss and his intense need to keep it a secret, Zach felt his orgasm coming on quickly. He felt pleasure deep in his ass, not that he would ever admit it, and when the climax finally came, it was more potent than he ever thought it would be.
It was also more painful than he ever thought it would be. Zach grunted as his body moved, causing fresh spasms of pain to shoot up his spine from his tender asshole.
Hot cum sprayed up his chest and into Stumbler’s hand. Stumbler kept going like a professional, even as Zach’s orgasmic bliss turned to overly sensitive writhing.
Then at last Stumbler pulled out. His limp, greasy cock wedged between Zach’s cheeks. He held his cum-coated hand in front of Zach’s mouth as though going to make him eat it, but then he didn’t.
“Zachary, I’m gonna do something to show you how serious I am ’bout what happened here tonight,” Stumbler said, his voice low and grim. Then as Zach watched, he stuck each of his cummy fingers in his mouth, one after the other. A few drops dribbled onto his chin. He gagged profusely, from the moment he tasted Zach’s cum. He also growled in a seductive way, but his whole body twisted as his stomach churned. Zach thought he might even vomit, but Stumbler held it together.
At last his hand was clean, and he wrapped his arms around Zach’s shoulders. That forced Zach to use the man’s biceps as a pillow, and he could taste Stumbler’s sweat-coated chest dripping into his mouth. Zach hugged him close and nuzzled his neck.
“You got any questions, Zachary?”
“You really won’t tell no one?”
“On my mama’s grave, son,” Stumbler said. “We’s all done. We ain’t gonna talk about this again. Tomorrow night, when I ram you, I’m gonna ask if you’s intact. You say yes, okay?”
“Oh. Uh, okay. Yes, I will.”
“Good. You always say yes, Zachary. Always say yes to me, and we gonna get along good.”