captivated him – that, and the view of her pink lips sliding up and down.
Imitating the action, Joey looked up. As he expected, Gabriel was watching him. Yes. It was easy, surprisingly easy. If Joey kept a good rhythm and managed not to gag himself, he would do fine. He could use his tongue to vary the action, keep it hot and slick. Maybe he wasn’t practiced like Lonnie, but eventually Gabriel would have to—
The other man grunted as if stabbed. A gush of fluid flooded the back of Joey’s throat, thick, salty and erotic. Shocked by the stiffness in his balls, the faint clench deeper inside, Joey swallowed reflexively, telling himself he was lucky he didn’t vomit. But he didn’t feel nauseated. And usually that ripple in his lower belly signaled anything but disgust.
After that first time, Gabriel lasted longer and longer, climbing the ladder every night after lights out. Stretching out on his back, he kept his eyes open until the final moment, watching Joey’s mouth work by the torch’s soft glow.
“What do you think about while you do it?” Gabriel asked one night in his drowsy, post-orgasm tone.
“Nothing special.” Joey kept his pajamas on during each session. When he finished, he curled near Gabriel’s feet, knees drawn up to his chin, waiting for the other man to return to his own bed. “Gardening, mostly.”
Gabriel made a startled noise. “Are you serious?”
Joey nodded, uncertain how to interpret the other man’s look.
“I figured you thought about tits and pussies. Fucking a girl.”
Joey felt himself grinning for what felt like the first time in years. “I have a pretty good imagination. But there’s no way I could think about a woman with that piece of meat in my mouth.”
Grinning back at him, Gabriel sat up. He stretched out a hand to Joey’s face, then stopped. “Must you always flinch?”
Joey’s grin faded.
“Your smile is lovely. Wish I saw it more often.” Sighing, Gabriel climbed back down to his bunk.
* * *
F our days later, Joey was removed from the B-block renovation and assigned to Wentworth’s vegetable garden. McCrory, the guard who’d delivered the news, had a lit Pall Mall in his hand and a fresh box in his top left pocket. Joey wondered how much of Gabriel’s personal stash, maintained by his skill at cards, had gone toward arranging this transfer.
Working the gardens was wonderful. Joey had fresh air, sunlight, the scent of cut grass and crumbled earth beneath his fingernails. When he returned to his cell after that first day, his back ached and his arms were sore, but he couldn’t stop smiling. Several times he’d forgotten Joey Cooper’s special misery, forgotten the existence of Joey Cooper altogether, and merely assisted the gardener, Mr. Cranston, as directed. Best of all, he would work in gardens Monday through Saturday. Work detail had become a treat.
When Gabriel settled in his bunk, Joey eagerly put his mouth on the other man’s cock, intent on making him come harder than ever before. He’d been at it for only a minute or two before Gabriel said, “That must be one hell of a shrub you’re thinking about.”
Joey stopped, lifting his head and cracking up helplessly. For a long time he and Gabriel could only look at each other. As soon as one managed to quiet, the other started chuckling, beginning the laughter all over again.
“Right,” Gabriel said at last. “Let’s try something new. Strip. Lie down and let me gaze on you. I’ll do the rest.”
Unbuttoning his pajama top, Joey cast it away. He wasn’t afraid, not really, even as his nipples hardened with the chill. His pajama bottoms and shorts came off with surprising ease. As he stretched out beside Gabriel, the other man placed the torch between them so Joey’s full length was illuminated.
“You’re beautiful,” Gabriel said softly. His hand curled around his cock. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want.”
Joey closed his eyes, then opened
Imitating the action, Joey looked up. As he expected, Gabriel was watching him. Yes. It was easy, surprisingly easy. If Joey kept a good rhythm and managed not to gag himself, he would do fine. He could use his tongue to vary the action, keep it hot and slick. Maybe he wasn’t practiced like Lonnie, but eventually Gabriel would have to—
The other man grunted as if stabbed. A gush of fluid flooded the back of Joey’s throat, thick, salty and erotic. Shocked by the stiffness in his balls, the faint clench deeper inside, Joey swallowed reflexively, telling himself he was lucky he didn’t vomit. But he didn’t feel nauseated. And usually that ripple in his lower belly signaled anything but disgust.
After that first time, Gabriel lasted longer and longer, climbing the ladder every night after lights out. Stretching out on his back, he kept his eyes open until the final moment, watching Joey’s mouth work by the torch’s soft glow.
“What do you think about while you do it?” Gabriel asked one night in his drowsy, post-orgasm tone.
“Nothing special.” Joey kept his pajamas on during each session. When he finished, he curled near Gabriel’s feet, knees drawn up to his chin, waiting for the other man to return to his own bed. “Gardening, mostly.”
Gabriel made a startled noise. “Are you serious?”
Joey nodded, uncertain how to interpret the other man’s look.
“I figured you thought about tits and pussies. Fucking a girl.”
Joey felt himself grinning for what felt like the first time in years. “I have a pretty good imagination. But there’s no way I could think about a woman with that piece of meat in my mouth.”
Grinning back at him, Gabriel sat up. He stretched out a hand to Joey’s face, then stopped. “Must you always flinch?”
Joey’s grin faded.
“Your smile is lovely. Wish I saw it more often.” Sighing, Gabriel climbed back down to his bunk.
* * *
F our days later, Joey was removed from the B-block renovation and assigned to Wentworth’s vegetable garden. McCrory, the guard who’d delivered the news, had a lit Pall Mall in his hand and a fresh box in his top left pocket. Joey wondered how much of Gabriel’s personal stash, maintained by his skill at cards, had gone toward arranging this transfer.
Working the gardens was wonderful. Joey had fresh air, sunlight, the scent of cut grass and crumbled earth beneath his fingernails. When he returned to his cell after that first day, his back ached and his arms were sore, but he couldn’t stop smiling. Several times he’d forgotten Joey Cooper’s special misery, forgotten the existence of Joey Cooper altogether, and merely assisted the gardener, Mr. Cranston, as directed. Best of all, he would work in gardens Monday through Saturday. Work detail had become a treat.
When Gabriel settled in his bunk, Joey eagerly put his mouth on the other man’s cock, intent on making him come harder than ever before. He’d been at it for only a minute or two before Gabriel said, “That must be one hell of a shrub you’re thinking about.”
Joey stopped, lifting his head and cracking up helplessly. For a long time he and Gabriel could only look at each other. As soon as one managed to quiet, the other started chuckling, beginning the laughter all over again.
“Right,” Gabriel said at last. “Let’s try something new. Strip. Lie down and let me gaze on you. I’ll do the rest.”
Unbuttoning his pajama top, Joey cast it away. He wasn’t afraid, not really, even as his nipples hardened with the chill. His pajama bottoms and shorts came off with surprising ease. As he stretched out beside Gabriel, the other man placed the torch between them so Joey’s full length was illuminated.
“You’re beautiful,” Gabriel said softly. His hand curled around his cock. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want.”
Joey closed his eyes, then opened
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