One bedroom had a sheet strung up through the middle of it. And in the center of that sheet was a hole. Exactly what Bernardo had described. It stank of jizz in here, an odor that made Cody wrinkle his nose. He couldn’t deny it did make him horny though. It reminded him of a brothel, and Cody’d had more than his fair share of fun at those.
Bernardo walked right up to the sheet and put a ten dollar bill in the hole. Someone — or maybe a machine — took it, then Bernardo unzipped the fly of his jeans. He ain’t even pull his pants down, he just flopped his pecker in through the hole. His eyes lit up, and his knees went weak. “¡Ay ay!”
Category: Cody Lankford
Hombrito culo
He knew culo was ass. He done pick up on that. What was a hombrito culo?
Much to his surprise, one of those Mexicans mounted Sazonito, who situated a pillow under his belly, near his crotch, like it was a plastic pussy and he was gonna fuck it. The pillow propped up his ass at an angle.
That angle also made his asscheeks separate enough that Cody caught another strong whiff of his masculine aroma, joined by the scent of the other Mexican who got behind him. He kneeled behind Sazonito, lining his cock up with Sazonito’s ass.
Cody sucked in his breath. Was this normal? Was he gonna stick his dick in Sazonito’s ass?
It was Nelson who mounted Sazonito. Nelson was the oldest in the apartment. He was wiry and short, wrinkled but powerfully built, like a dehydrated weightlifter. He mounted Sazonito’s massively muscled body from behind and slid his limp cock into Sazonito’s asscrack.
“Aaaah…” Cody’s eyes opened wide. What the sam hill was going on? What Mexican craziness was this? He wanna stand and jump up and down — if he was surrounded by his own kind, that’s what he would do.
But the Mexicans were all treating this as normal, and Cody didn’t want to look like a squeamish, giddy anglo.
As far as Cody knew, no man who went to prison would bare his ass, raised up like that! And Sazonito was just doing it! Letting Nelson get in position to stick it in him! Cody still weren’t even sure that cornholing was a real thing, and apparently it was just happening, easy as pancakes!
“!Ay ay!”
Sazonito’s asscrack was warm and slightly wet with sweat, and the butthairs gave a little friction, it seemed. Nelson humped Sazonito’s buttcrack while watching the teevee screen, and he used both hands to squeeze Sazonito’s meaty cheeks against each other, his wrinkled old knob in between ’em.
It took Cody a few seconds to realize that’s what a hombrito culo was — not cornholing, it was just humping the buttcrack. It must be a prison thing. Or a Mexican thing, since they all knew about it but weren’t all ex-cons. Or maybe it was a Latin Kings thing.
From Roommates in the Dark
Cody and Ripley
The cell was crowded with men and stank of manhood — not just the b.o. of Buck and the other enforcers, whose bump-outs, push-ups and burpees cast a scent of zesty sweat, but also the liniment of Ripley and the other old fellers, the stale air and stacks of mildewed clothes, soaked-in cigarette smoke, caked-on mud, spit-soaked concrete and pissy stainless steel, cold, stretched sacs of canned sardines for free weights, it all combined to make for the grungy-dumpy odor of prison life.
Ripley done sprawl out on his back. Cody gotta squeeze in next to him, between Ripley’s side and the edge of the bunk. The cot was sposedta be for two men, but it weren’t huge and Ripley weren’t trying-a make it work. The sheet was thin and grungy, and the blanket they shared was scratchy. It all stank awful of Ripley’s old-man armpits and the noxious liniment he done rub into his knees. Cody gotta wedge in on the edge, and Ripley put one heavy hand on Cody’s chest under the sheet.
He woke up to Ripley’s hands on him. His fingers was rough and callused, but they caressed him gentle-like. Ripley’s right hand stroked Cody’s bruised side, running from his ribs down to his ass. Cody tensed up. Ripley curled his broad body around Cody. The sound of cellbodies snoring and tossing to and fro on they bunks filled the air, muffled by the sheet hung up as a curtain around Ripley and Cody’s bunk.
Cody gets warm
Cody was plenty warm now, with his blankets and Buck’s, and his little feet resting in Buck’s crotch, he fell asleep in Buck’s arms. Once the prison staff got the heat back on, Cody was warm enough to take off most of his clothes in the night. It was the most comfortable sleep he’d had since he got here.
He woke up when something hard touched his legs. Cody ain’t realize what it was at first or why it had woken him up. His head rested on Buck’s forearm, and he smelled Buck’s armpit. He wrinkled his nose.
Buck was moving. His giant meaty hand caressed Cody’s chest.
“Hmmmmmmmmm… Looossshhy…” Buck murmured — that was his girlfriend’s name: Lucy.
Cody realized that hard thing rubbing on and between his thighs was Buck’s thirteen-inch peenga. It was hot, hard and wet with precum. Cody squirmed, but Buck was drunk and sleeping deeply.
“Buck, Buck, wake up,” Cody said.
He was just a bit too slow though. Buck blinked his eyes open and groaned like he was in pain, moments before his cock slammed between Cody’s legs. It jutted towards Cody’s own crotch. Creamy cum spurted up, coating Cody’s dick and his chest.
“Ew, Buck!”
“Sorry, buddy…” Buck said, bleary-eyed and yawnsome, but he ain’t stop. He kept humping Cody’s legs. “Sorry, I was-” He moaned into Cody’s ear as another cumwad spurted up onto Cody’s chest. “I was dreamin’-“
Let’s wrassle!
“Shut up, Buck!” Cody grinned and jumped off the top bunk onto Buck’s shoulders, as Buck, still naked, was reaching for his foot powder. “Let’s wrassle!” Cody tried to sit on Buck’s shoulders, but he was still wet, and Cody slipped down to clutch him piggyback. Cody wore sweatpants and a heavy shirt, but his feet was bare and dug into Buck’s side as he tried to keep a stable hold on his wet flesh. The jostling made Buck’s jigglesome schlong sling back and forth.
“Is the Salisbury steak good?” Buck said, foot powder in hand, with Cody climbing on his back. Cody gripped his head and squealed as he almost fell. His feet pummeled Buck’s moist back, attempting to keep a tight hold.
Kax flared his nostrils. “No. Is it evah?” He looked up from his manga to see Cody climbing Buck’s back like a mountain. Buck waggled his dick — he was going to apply foot powder to his balls, so he was handling his junk, but Cody’s jostling made him stop to avoid spilling the foot powder.
“It’s okay sometimes, I had it good before. My grandmoms used to make good Salisbury steak,” Buck said. He ignored Cody wrestling with him from behind. They used to wrestle for real, when they was both the same size. Then Buck kept growing. So now when they “wrestled”, Buck basically ain’t participate. Cody tried to do pro-wrestling moves to his boulder-like buddy, and Buck gamely let him.
“Only good thing they make is here the tacos. And the chicken nuggets is okay,” Kax said. He put down his manga and laid on his side to face Buck and Cody. He got a comb sticking outta his afro, and he looked stoned, though it wasn’t clear if that was a perpetual expression or if he was managing to smoke weed on the downlow in here.
“Oooooooh, man, dawgie, shit, I can eat me some chicken nuggets. I could eat a mountain of chicken nuggets,” Buck said. He gestured with one arm to show how big the mountain of chicken nuggets could be, as Cody gripped him by the neck and trampled his back with his bare feet. Buck held his carton of foot powder in his hand, so every time Cody kicked him, white powder puffed out the top. “I was in Maryland State awhile back, man, they got chicken nuggets that was good as hell, you wouldn’t even believe it-“
“Got you, Buck!” Cody said. His tiny arm put Buck in a headlock, which ain’t slow Buck down at all. Buck got animated about prison food, and his hefty-lad voice boomed out, oblivious to Cody’s arm across his neck. “Got you in a double-headlock! You can’t get out of it! It’s impossible!”
“-better than McDonald’s, man, swear to God. But they ain’t barely give you none, you only get like four.” Buck held up four fingers on one hand, his other still holding his foot powder. Cody had one thin forearm around Buck’s neck. “And they ain’t big. So I was goin’ aftuh ’em in the kitchen, like sayin’ — there’s lotta little guys in there, right, they ain’t need all that. Some of ’em don’t even finish ’em!”
“I’m gonna suplex you, Buck,” Cody said. He pulled on Buck’s mullet. Buck ignored him, so Cody dropped to the floor and got himself in position to use his twiggy arms to pick up Buck’s massive frame. He even tried — his little muscles flexed as he pushed on Buck’s flesh — but he couldn’t even shove Buck much less pick him up. “Gonna smash you on the floor!”
“But this screwface say I can’t take ’em from the specs or he put me on light-time work detail, and I ain’t gonna get my early release,” Buck said, a hand gesture — fingers forming lenses in front of his eyes — indicating that ‘specs’ meant ‘guys wearing glasses’. Cody ascended Buck’s back again and pulled his hair while pretending to shiv him in the belly. “So I tol’ the kitchen feller, I oughta get more than four, y’know. My dick can eat four chicken nuggets, and it ain’t even got a mouth,” Buck said. Kax laughed.
“Did they give you any more?” Kax asked.
Buck shook his head, his shaggy mullet going back and forth. “Nah, the kitchen feller say he ain’t allowed ‘nless’n I get the doctor to say it, and the doctor, he don’t say it. He just gimme extra carrot stick. I’s like, carrots ain’t nevuh gonna fill me up, doc. You need-a gimme a whole carrot farm if you want me to stop askin’ for more. I bought buncha sardines in the commissary. Sardines is little, but they fills ya up.” Cody hugged Buck’s naked pecs from behind and shimmied him like a tree. “Ow, Cody, you pullin’ my chest hair out.”
Cody finally stopped wriggling, arms hugging Buck’s shoulders and riding him piggyback. “Put ya drawers on, Buck! Your dong is so ugly!”
“I’s tryin’-a put my drawers on, Cody! I gotta powder my balls first, but you keep pullin’ my hair ‘nd shit.” Buck swayed his body left and right, at first trying to shake Cody off him, then helicoptering his dick so it slapped his thighs.
Kax sat up. “Yo, they the same way here — you get five chicken nuggets. They pretty big. It ain’t that bad. The spaghetti is the bad one, oh dawg, it is awful, and it’s all sauce — sauce is mostly water — it’s basically tomato soup wit’ some noodles in it. They say it got meat, but I don’t taste no meat. Mostly water.” He paused. “You get bread though, with that one.”
The smell of medicinal foot powder filled the air as Buck dumped some out into the palm of one hand. A cloud of it spilled out. He stood on one foot to powder the other foot. “Man, is the doctor cool? I gotta get more foot powder, and the nurse tol’ me-“
“He puts it on his balls too!” Cody said, still riding Buck’s back and poking him in the ribs with his feet. His face was right next to Buck’s. “He uses so much, it’s crazy!”
Nostrils flaring, Buck said, “Yeah — Cody, get off me. I gotta — I can tell him ’bout my balls.”
“You talk soooo slow!” Cody said. He again pantomimed like he was stabbing Buck in the belly. Cody’s little arms could barely reach around his barrel chest. His feet was resting on Buck’s asscheeks, which was now dry enough he could clutch the skin with his toes. “Hey, Kax, we’re gonna brew some hooch. We need sugar and canned peaches and mashed-potato flakes and apple juice and a bucket and a funnel and sliced apples and baby carrots-“
“We don’t need all that, and shut the fuck up, Cody!” Buck said. “Don’t say that so loud.” He looked at Kax. “Are they strict about prison hooch here?”
Kax shook his head. “Nah. Officer Messypants will make you dump it out if he see it. Most of ’em don’t care though,” he said. “You can’t sell it to none of the Mexicans, or the Latin Kings’ll shank you.”
“Okay.” Buck lifted up his giant meaty dick so he could finally powder his balls, only for Cody to laugh and shake Buck’s back, making him spill all the powder on his hand. “Get off me, Cody!” Buck shook him off as Cody cackled. He dropped off Buck’s back and smacked Buck’s cuelows. He again moved as though to suplex Buck and slam him on the ground. Cody strained to pick up his giant buddy, who outweighed him by some two hundred pounds. Kax snickered at the sight, while Buck got his balls powdered.
Buck and Cody
Cody was on the lookout for excitement, not Buck’s burdensome plondering voice.
“You gotta focus, li’l buddy,” Buck said. He got this deep voice with long hollow vowels, a meandering drawl that made his voice easy to hear but hard to pay attention to, at least for someone like Cody. Cody was on the lookout for excitement, not Buck’s burdensome plondering voice. All Cody heard was a dull-edged no, and he ignored it.
Cody got a drawl too. They both growed up together, so they got the same accent. But Cody’s was brighter, quicker, sparkling, all consonants tumbling head over heels like a chaotic waterfall.
Cody the Roughneck
Cody and his big buddy Buck are off to work on an oil rig, and Cody’s in for the shock of a lifetime — everybody has to do a shift in “the barrel room”, where they must grin and bear/bare it! That way there’s always a place for the roughnecks to get their rocks off. The only downside is that Cody has to either take his turn or get someone else to take it for him, and that promises to be a mighty struggle indeed.
Can Cody make it through his contract without taking anything up behind?
Bunkmates in the Dark
Cody’s gotta share his prison bunk with a rough-edged older man, Ripley, and in the dark, he’s in for a man-on-man ride he never expected! He’s gotta do things to satisfy his burly-bodied bunkmate, whether he’s into it or not.
When the lights go out, can Cody do what it takes to survive?!
Buck and Cody Locked Up Again
Everybody’s favorite trailer park boys Buck and Cody are locked up again, and they’re in for a hardcore and intense journey of man-on-man action. They are a pair of mulleted rednecks — Buck is big and burly, while Cody is small and mouthy, but both of them will do what it takes to survive… and to get their rocks off, in this overcrowded prison cell.
Can they make it through their incarceration? They’ll have to survive stabbing homeboys, vindictive guards, one whiny Hebrew and a meth-head with a willingness to get his next hit one way or another!
Buckle up, and get strapped in for a wild ride!
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Buck & Cody Outta Prison Again
Cody and Buck have been released from prison again, and they’re in for a wild time! Neither has much reluctance around messing with men when they need to, but neither are willing to admit it either.
Can they both keep secret what happened behind bars?