I was never homophobic. I had a laidback attitude to life as a young man and had a 'que sera, sera,' attitude to life. After I turned sixteen, I did have a few sexual encounters with girls and had even indulged in a few wanking gatherings with other guys as we watched porn as naughty teenagers. During those tugging episodes, there was no physical contact between the guys, although I have to admit to checking out their cocks as we lustfully tugged on our dicks. Something about the communal masturbation sessions excited me abnormally.
As and when we did have sex with girls, bragging about that was commonplace. What turned me on most about these revelations, was the way the guys hornily groped their crotches and lustfully extended their tongues as they described the intimate details of their carnal encounters. Sometimes they would even whip out their dicks to brag about the scrapes they had received from an over-vigorous skull-fucking session. We were a bunch of horny teenagers… What else can I say?
One evening, an unfortunate circumstance would lead to a life-changing episode, when the buddy I attended a party with was tragically killed in a motor accident after we returned from a party. John, my buddy, lost control of the vehicle on a dicey gravel road and overturned his truck. Fortuitously, I survived unscathed.
As a result of the incident, I was subpoenaed to attend the inquest court hearing a few weeks later, after the post-mortem results were finalized. In my inimitable fashion, I got the date of my court appearance fucked-up, believing it was a week later, and a warrant for my arrest was issued because of my oversight.
That is when all hell broke loose on a Friday afternoon when the police arrested me at work and hauled me off to the police station. Because of the urgency with which this happened, I did not have my mobile phone with me.
At this point, I need to clarify the following bit of information. I lived in South Africa in a small town in the most south-western province of the country. As a blond, Afrikaans-speaking guy, the black policemen in the charge office had no sympathy for me. I was a criminal, simple as that, and would be locked up for the weekend. There was no way I would be released before Monday morning, once I had appeared before the judge. Although I did finally contact my family and inform them of my dilemma, all they could do was meet me at the court on Monday morning.
Once I got placed in the police cell with thirteen other men, mostly hardened criminals, I would be at their mercy for the duration of my stay. I also knew that the policeman would not come to my rescue, after he said, “Well, gentlemen, you’ve all complained about not having television, but now you can’t accuse us of not supplying you with entertainment.”
In the cell, I tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. An impossible task for a pretty blond boy. Unsurprisingly, it did not take too long before a bulky coloured man sat next to me.
“You are very pretty,” he lustfully uttered, as his icky hand rested on my knee.
“We will take good care of you, so don’t worry, lovey,” he said, as I looked at his mouth missing countless teeth.
I was very nervous and was left in no doubt about his intentions. When his sparsely occupied mouth and his rank breath neared my lips, I instantly pulled my head aside to avoid his ardency. His grubby hand then instantly grabbed hold of my chin in a domineering and controlling manner.
As this was happening, one of the wolf pack of onlookers that had now formed around us, pulled the most disgustingly dirty handkerchief out of his pocket, as a warning that this would be used to shut me up if needed. Needless to say, there was no way I wanted that 'rag' in my mouth, and in anticipation, I promised not to utter a word.
“Hey, lovey, I’m gonna enjoy fucking you,” then with a laugh he added, “We are all going to enjoy fucking you… Just relax and be a good boy, and we won’t harm you… But we are gonna fuck the living shit out of you.” His statement was met with consensual mumbles of enthusiasm.
Then, with a mischievous look on his face, Jonas, as I would later learn, added, “Just remember, although the police are in charge, in here, we are in control.”
Inexplicably, the dilemma facing me did not frighten me as much as I had believed it would. I was in shit, but there was nothing I could do about it. There was no way I could avoid the inevitable unless I was going to risk grievous bodily harm. Inexplicably, my dilemma was also starting to turn me on.
After Jonas had briefly kissed me, he arose and dropped his pants. Logic now thankfully took over, and I acknowledged that I needed to emerge from my encounter as unscathed as possible. As Jonas’s pungent uncut dick brush against my lips, I instinctively knew what I would have to do.
“Suck my cock, pretty boy,” he exclaimed, as the ripe intruder caressed my lips.
Obediently, my mouth complied as a multitude of lustful accomplices focussed on and encouraged, Jonas’s actions.
"Fuck, this is a fuckin’ hot mouth,” Jonas excitedly exclaimed as he commenced skull-fucking me.
The impatience of the onlookers quickly turned into action, and shortly many excited cocks were flashing about and getting tugged on. Although Jonas seemed to be the alpha, the consensus was soon reached that all the men needed to take their turn. A timetable now got decided upon, and the other several guys watching the action starting compiling a queueing list for their allotted five minutes of skull-fucking.
I got a smorgasbord of shapes and sizes that followed, and once more to my amazement, I was beginning to enjoy the ‘onslaught.’ Something about the grubbiness and horniness of these men, and the depravity of my dilemma was driving me wild with lust. I had only ever seen inaccessible white meat before, yet now, I was being introduced to available dark meat.
‘Why am I enjoying this so much?’ I began intoning to myself. ‘Have I always been queer?’
As my excitement and enthusiasm grew, I heard one of the men utter, “This is a horny little slut, the bitch is enjoying this.”
The self-perpetuating scenario was now well underway, and the primal combination of ripe smells, horny banter, the skanky location, and the feverish face-fucking was transporting me into a carnal pleasure dome of domination that I would forevermore be addicted to. No other sexual experience I had ever indulged in, was remotely as exciting as this. The animalistic actions of these men were mind-blowing.
Some of the men were gentler, but most used my head with the disrespect an old basketball would receive. I was soon on my way to a high protein diet as load after load sprayed into my mouth. To ensure that I did not waste any ‘nourishment,’ grubby fingers with scooped up residue from my head, also got administered to my mouth. For my trouble, icky hands frequently cleansed themselves in my hair, and as a final thanks, slaps got tapped on my cheeks.
After eight cocks had unloaded in my mouth, I was given a reprieve. By now, all I could taste, and smell, was jizz. I also noticed that the five other guys who hadn’t participated in the large cell remained seated. Of the five, two looked disgusted and would never participate, the other three, however, eventually did go-with-the-flow the following day.
After supper, if you could call it that, which consisted of a cup of soup and a thick slice of bread, we all sat around waiting for lights-out at eight p.m. Thereafter, the policemen never bothered to check up on the prisoners. Although the lights in the cell were switched off, the cell was well-illuminated from the security lights outside that streamed through the barred windows. Each prisoner had a blanket, and on the slatted wooden seating on three sides of the cell, at least ten guys could comfortably lie down, head to toe.
I got told that Jonas and his two buddies, Archie, Dougie, and I, would place three of our blankets on the cement floor as a mattress, and lying side by side, could use the fourth blanket to cover us, which we never bothered with. Everyone was happy with the arrangement, especially me. During my earlier oral extravaganza, these were the three men who had appealed to me the most.
As things grew quiet and most guys drifted off to sleep, Jonas and Archie who were on either side of me began to kiss me in a sensual three-way snogging fest. Dougie, the cutest of the bunch with a short stocky frame, moved between my legs and pulled my underpants off me. Most of the men were still wearing their clothes when they bedded down for the night, but the four of us had stripped to our underpants and placed our folded clothing under the wooden benches.