JP, John-Paul, was a tough little shit. He only stood five-feet-ten-inches tall, but many a bigger guy had come off second best when locking horns with him. Not only was he tough, but very good looking. He had thick, light brown hair with the hair on the sides of his head cut very short. The hair on top of his head was longer and the long fringe overhanging his eyes was constantly flicked, revealing his most beautiful expressive green eyes. He had the well-formed body of a gymnast, it taught and muscular. JP also had a bubble-butt that would make any woman, or gay man for that matter, salivate. He always had his pick of pussy because girls literally threw themselves at him.
Regrettably, JP was a shit magnet and was constantly in trouble. He had already spent a few months in a juvenile facility, while still at school. Thus, when he decided to ‘borrow’ someone’s vehicle, the law decided that a six months visit to jail was what JP needed. He would have to spend at least three of these months behind bars before parole would be considered.
Forlorn, nineteen-year-old JP was driven from the courthouse to the facility appointed by the judge. What JP didn’t know as he was transported to jail, was that he would be spending his time with a cellmate named Gullah. Gullah’s real name was Gareth and Gullah was a shortening of his nickname, which was Gulliver.
Gullah had been given this nickname due to his size. He was a giant of a man, six-foot-seven tall, with the largest hands and feet that one would ever see on a guy. Although he was lanky, he was powerfully built. His puppy dog brown eyes were his only redeeming facial feature, but other than that he was rather unattractive. Gullah had a large square jaw, a broad nose, and full lips. He had pockmarked skin on his face, obviously due to adolescent acne. The little hair Gullah had on his head was cut very short.
Gullah was serving a minimum three-year prison sentence for aggravated assault. Shortly after marrying, his wife had decided to hook-up with an ex-boyfriend for old time sake. Unfortunately, they were caught in the act by Gullah. The boyfriend spent two-weeks in a hospital as a result. Not only had Gullah lost his freedom but his wife, after she divorced him.
After arriving at the facility, a half an hour before lights out, JP almost shat himself as he entered the cell with Gullah. Being as tough as he was, he was sure that he could take care of himself in prison given the stories he had heard. This cellmate, however, could snap him like a twig. JP recited a silent prayer in his mind, hoping that this guy was not a sodomite. There were two beds in the cell across from one another, and JP sat down on the unoccupied one.
After a short time, a very deep voice said, “Name’s, Gullah.”
“Hi, I’m JP,” he answered.
After another short pause Gullah continued, “You’re very pretty.”
JP immediately responded, saying, “I’m not gay, I don’t do the homo thing.”
Gullah let out a deep rumbling guffaw before he replied. “Time for your prison lecture boy, I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen to what I’m about to tell you.” Gullah let his words sink in before he continued, “Before I came here, I would never have considered having sex with a man. In fact, I found the thought of it disgusting. After several months, however, I gave it a go and in this shithole, a bit of affection can be very satisfying. I was sorry to lose my cellmate yesterday, but things don’t seem so bad right now.”
“I won’t have sex with you, so don’t even think of touching me,” interrupted JP.
Gullah let out a laugh as he shook his head. After a brief pause, he again spoke. “In here you are a sitting duck, if you let me protect you and become your daddy, then things will go well for you,” countered Gullah.
The blood drained from JP’s face and he just sat there like a deer caught in the headlights.
Gullah then continued, “When we walk out of this cell in the morning, all the guys will be watching me. If I shake my head negatively, nobody will lay a finger on you. If however, I shake my head positively, things will get rather difficult for you and you will spend a lot of time in the infirmary. It’s your choice.”
There was a total look of resignation on JP’s face after Gullah administered the coup de grace.
Suddenly, there was an announcement over the loudspeaker, “Ten minutes to lights-out.”
They sat quietly for a while before Gullah resumed, “Now get undressed, I want to get a good look at you.”
Shakily, JP took his overall and underpants off. As JP stood naked before Gullah, Gullah mumbled, “Jesus… you’re magnificent.” Gullah’s former cellmate had been a pleasant looking guy, but JP was in a totally different league.
“Turn,” Gullah then instructed.
‘That bubble butt is un-fucking-believable,’ Gullah thought, ogling the boy.
“Are we on the same page boy?” Gullah eventually asked.
“Please… please, I’ll ask my folks for money for you, please don’t fuck me, I’m begging you,” JP pleaded.
“I don’t want your money boy, I want you,” Gullah replied as JP began to blub.
The lights went out soon after before JP slumped onto his bed. As his eyes became accustomed to the gloom, he observed Gullah’s large frame motionless across from him. There was enough light filtering through their prison window, however, to distinguish the features on Gullah’s face.
“Come here boy,” Gullah said.
With JP standing before him, Gullah moved his torso slightly forward. As he reached out to touch JP’s dick, JP instinctively tried to push Gullah’s hand away. Gullah then gently grabbed JP’s hand and pulled JP towards him. As Gullah’s hands began caressing JP’s body a tingle surged through JP.