The cell door slammed shut behind me and I knew right away this was no place for soft shit. My new cellmate, a thick-built guy named Rico with tattoos crawling up his neck, looked me over like he was sizing up meat. "Fresh meat," he said, voice low and rough. "Name's Rico. You do what I say in here or you get fucked up."
I was 25, in for some dumb drug charge, and already hard from the tension. Rico was older, maybe 35, with a shaved head and arms like tree trunks. He didn't waste time. That first night he stripped off his shirt and stood there, chest hairy, cock already bulging in his orange pants. "You ever sucked dick before, boy?" he asked, grabbing his crotch.
I shook my head but my own dick twitched. Rico laughed, a dirty sound. "Get on your knees. Now." I dropped. He pulled his cock outthick, veiny, already leaking. "Open up." I did, and he shoved it in deep. No slow start. He fucked my mouth hard, hands on my head, balls slapping my chin. "That's it, take that prison cock," he growled. Spit ran down my chin as he thrust, using my throat like a hole.
After a few minutes he yanked me up, spun me around, and yanked my pants down. "Ass up." His fingers, rough and dry at first, pushed into my hole. He spat on it, worked two in, then three, stretching me open while I grunted against the thin mattress. "Tight little fuckhole," he said. "Gonna wreck it."
He lined up his cock and pushed in one hard thrust. I yelled but he clamped a hand over my mouth. "Shut the fuck up and take it." He pounded me raw, hips slapping, balls hitting my ass with every slam. The cell filled with the wet sound of his cock driving in and out, my hole gripping him. He reached around and jerked my dick in time with his thrusts. "You like getting fucked like a bitch in here, don't you?"
I came first, shooting across the mattress while he kept hammering. Rico lasted longer, grunting filthy shit"Gonna flood that ass, fill you up with cum"until he buried deep and unloaded, hot pulses flooding my guts. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out and made me lick him clean.
That set the pattern. Every night after lights out he used me. Sometimes he bent me over the sink, fucking me while I watched in the scratched metal mirror, his thick cock disappearing into my stretched hole again and again. Other times he made me ride him on the bottom bunk, my legs spread wide, his hands bruising my hips as he bucked up hard. "Bounce on that dick, slut," he'd order, and I'd do it, hole slick with spit and cum from earlier rounds.
Mornings he'd wake me with his cock in my mouth, holding my head and throat-fucking until he shot down my throat. "Swallow every drop," he'd say, and I did, tasting his salty load. Afternoons in the yard he'd pull me into a quiet corner of the showers when the guards were distracted. He'd push me face-first against the tile, yank my pants down, and fuck me standing up, one hand over my mouth to keep me quiet while his cock slammed into my prostate.
The other inmates knew. Some watched through the bars, stroking themselves. Rico didn't care. One day he let a buddy join inanother big guy named Tank. They double-teamed me on the cell floor. Rico took my ass while Tank fed me his cock. "Suck it while I wreck you," Rico ordered, pounding deep. They switched holes, using me like a toy until both had dumped loads in my ass and down my throat.
Weeks turned into months. The sex got rougher, dirtier. Rico would tie my wrists with a torn sheet and edge me for hours, fucking me slow then hard, making me beg before he let me come. "Tell me you want this prison dick," he'd demand, and I'd say it, voice hoarse: "Fuck me, Rico. Use my hole."
One night he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, and fucked me face-to-face for the first time. His eyes locked on mine while his cock drove in balls-deep. "You're mine now," he said, voice raw.
He came inside me again, grinding deep, then jerked me off until I painted both our chests.
By the time my sentence was up I didn't want to leave. Rico had claimed every inch of me, turned me into his personal fucktoy, and I craved it. On my last night he fucked me slow and deep one more time, whispering filthy promises about what he'd do if I came back. When he pulled out and I felt his cum leak down my thighs, I knew I'd remember that raw, dirty prison sex for the rest of my life.
