No Possibility of Parole
By: Tim
"You got comp'ny, J.D.!" yelled the big sheriff, opening the
cell and shoving Kevin in so roughly that he tumbled to the
floor. "I'll be back to check on you boys in the morning." He slid
the door shut and locked it. Kevin heard the sheriff's heavy
footsteps fading away. The jail lights went out, leaving the only
source of light a streetlight shining through a tiny window near the
ceiling. A few seconds later the front door of the jail slammed
shut, then only silence.
Kevin slowly dragged himself to his knees. The side of his
face was starting to get sore where the sheriff had backhanded him,
his arm was scraped and raw from falling on the gravel at the side
of the highway, and his hip ached from landing on the cold concrete
floor of the jail. "Oh, shit," he whispered, tears welling in his
eyes. "Oh, shit."
"Hey, little bud, whatsamatter? Whatcha in for?" A deep,
cheerful voice broke through Kevin's sniffling.
Kevin looked up, his eyes gradually adjusting to the dim
light. In the corner of the cell was a canvas cot; a dark-haired
young man in a well-worn straw cowboy hat sprawled casually across
it. "Huh?" Kevin wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve and
peered at his cellmate. The guy looked to be about 25, about 6'2",
a little over 200 pounds. His deep tan and well-muscled shoulders
and arms suggested he did heavy manual labor for a living. A
tattered, dirty white tee shirt with the sleeves ripped off
showcased his broad chest, and faded Levis hugged beefy thighs and a
full crotch. The young man lifted his scuffed brown cowboy boots
off the cot and moved up to a sitting position, patting the cot next
to him. "Come on up, bud. Come sit and talk with me." Deep blue
eyes smiled down at Kevin.
The young man extended a big hand to help him up. "Name's
J.D. What's yours?" Kevin climbed up on the cot next to the hunky
young cowboy. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't think. One
minute he was being thrown around on the side of the highway by the
biggest fucking cop in the western United States, and the next
minute he was looking into the softest, most alluring eyes he'd ever
seen. J.D. was smiling at him. "Cat got yer tongue boy?"
"K—Kevin…" Kevin stammered. "I'm Kevin. I was driving home
from college and that sheriff pulled me over for speeding. But I
wasn't – I wasn't speeding." The trauma of the evening's events
came rushing back to Kevin, and he started crying outright. "He p-
pulled me out of my car, and shoved me around, and he h-h-hurt my
arm….."
"Aww, now, take it easy, buddy," J.D. said soothingly. He
scooted over closer to Kevin and put a muscular arm around the
smaller guy's heaving shoulders. "It's okay, man. That sheriff's a
mean sumbitch, no doubt about it. Hell, I've had my own run-ins
with him too. That guy could eat ya alive, believe you me." He
squeezed Kevin's shoulder a little.
J.D.'s warm arm felt good around Kevin. He had only been
away from home at college for a few months and was driving home for
the weekend. It was bad enough that he was going to get a ticket,
but that fucking monster cop had tossed him around like he was a rag
doll. All for going 5 miles over the speed limit! Kevin was on the
small side of average: 5'7", 130, with a tight, reasonably fit body
from regular swimming at the college gym. The cop was just a
fucking bully, that's all, picking on a guy half his size. Kevin
was totally unaccustomed to physical alterations between men and was
extremely upset by what had happened.
The big guy rubbed his shoulder gently and spoke to him in
low, soothing tones. "He was just scarin' ya, that's all," he
murmured. "He ain't gonna do nothin' to ya any more, I promise.
They just do that to get the money from speeding tickets for the
town. It's bullshit, but that's how it goes. It's okay."
Kevin's sobs began to subside. He looked up at J.D.'s big
blue eyes. There were laugh lines crinkling around the edges of the
young cowboy's eyes, deepened by long days in the hot sun. His eyes
were strangely mesmerizing and comforting. Kevin gradually became
aware that he was staring again. J.D.'s big hand massaged his
shoulder and neck slowly and rhythmically. "It's okay now, buddy,"
he said quietly, and moved over until he was sitting right next to
Kevin, their thighs touching.
Kevin looked down and noticed how much bigger J.D.'s thigh
was than his own. The guy was put together, that was for sure. He
was so big… and warm…. J.D. leaned closer to Kevin, reaching out and
wiping the tears off his face. He reached out and took Kevin's hand
in his own, then leaned down and kissed him. What is happening to
me, thought Kevin. He had never even looked at guys before now, but
J.D. …. This guy was something else – he had something, some kind of
charisma, that was making Kevin forget the fact that a monster cop
just beat the shit out of him for no reason at all.
The kiss went on. J.D. encircled Kevin in his big warm
arms, and Kevin melted. This big, protective guy was the perfect
antidote to that asshole cop. "Just forget what he did to you,"
whispered J.D. in Kevin's ear, his hot breath tickling the younger
man's neck. "I'm here now. Let's just make each other feel good,
you and me, buddy. Touch me, man, put your hands on me. Feel
this." He moved Kevin's hand to his chest.
Kevin moved his hand slowly over J.D.'s broad, muscular
chest, exploring every plane and curve. He had never felt a man's
body before, besides his own, which did not compare to this hunk.
He relaxed as J.D. gently pushed him down onto the cot and sprawled
on top of him, still kissing. Whoa, thought Kevin as J.D. squashed
him onto the filthy canvas, he's so big… he feels so good…. Kevin
stroked the young redneck's broad back and moved his hands down to
J.D.'s hard bubble butt. Oh, God, thought Kevin, as his cock began
to stiffen.
J.D.'s cock was already there. He began slowly grinding his
pelvis against Kevin's leg and groaning softly. After a few
minutes, he sat up, straddling Kevin's thighs. He pulled his hat
off and tossed it aside, then stripped his shirt off in one fluid
motion. Kevin sucked his breath in sharply and gazed admiringly at
his new friend. J.D. had a great body, in and out of clothes. A
light covering of dark hair covered his tan chest, narrowing to a
treasure trail that extended down his belly and ran tantalizingly
down a flat, hard belly into his snug jeans. Still smiling down at
Kevin, J.D. stood up, boots on either side of Kevin's chest. He
unbuttoned his jeans, and shuffled them down, pulling them with some
difficulty over his big butt. Once his boots were off, J.D. bent
down and went to work on Kevin, stripping off all his clothes,
underwear, everything, in seconds. Then he straddled Kevin again,
wearing nothing but bulging briefs.
"You make me hard," growled J.D., leaning down and kissing
Kevin, supporting himself with one bulging arm while rubbing his
packed briefs with his other big paw. "I want you…." Then J.D. was
all over his small buddy again. They groped each other frantically,
their passion building. Kevin's tight, slim young body was in
ecstasy. He had never felt anything like this – certainly not with
the few awkward necking sessions he'd had with girls in high school
and in his first year away at college. He was overwhelmed with
lust, driven to the brink by this hard, muscled guy writhing and
sweating on top of him. J.D., by contrast, obviously knew what he
wanted and had been here many times before. He pawed and licked
Kevin roughly all over, touching him, tasting him, reaching under
him to squeeze his small, firm ass, groaning with pleasure as he
took control of the college freshman.
J.D. grunted and pulled his briefs down. His large cock
sprang out at full attention. Slathering spit over it, J.D. started
jacking it hard. "You ever been cornholed bud? Ever had a buddy's
pole up your butt?" Kevin just stared at his new hero. J.D. was
smooth – he knew he had the kid. "I wanna fuck you," he grunted.
Not waiting for a response, he overwhelmed Kevin quickly, sinking
his steely length into the virgin ass. Kevin's moans of pain and
surprise subsided after a few minutes, then J.D. picked up the pace
and fucked him furiously, bearing down on the younger man.
The hunger was building in J.D. He didn't want to cum
before it was over… it was time. He knew things were going to get
bad for Kevin very soon, but.... it really couldn't be helped. J.D.
was hungry. "You're mine now," J.D. whispered huskily, losing
himself to the increasingly powerful urge to devour the young
man. "I'm gonna take ya now buddy. Relax. " Their eyes locked.
J.D. lowered his face to Kevin's and kissed him; Kevin's eyes closed
instinctively and he moaned as the cowboy's big warm lips brushed
over his face, hot breath in his face….J.D. groaning….then Kevin
felt a strange sensation, like more of his face was covered by
J.D.'s mouth…. then more, and more, until he felt like J.D.'s mouth
covered his whole face and the air he was breathing was no longer
cool and dry, but hot and moist. J.D.'s groaning seemed louder,
deeper, and Kevin felt like he was suddenly sweating, drenched in
sweat that soaked his hair and face and neck…but when he opened his
eyes there was only darkness and a sudden feeling of being pulled
upward into the darkness where it was hotter and wetter. He could
feel J.D.'s thick cock thrusting into his ass, and strong hands
gripping him, keeping him firmly moving up and into the huge mouth
that was pulling him in.
"J.D., no, no…." Kevin moaned into the darkness, but there
was no response except for a strong shove. Kevin went in up to his
neck and kept going, propelled in by the regular pounding of J.D.'s
cock in his ass and the powerful hands. Once his head reached the
back of J.D.'s throat, he realized the big cowboy was swallowing him
alive. "Shit! No, no!" Kevin screamed into the darkness, but J.D.
was far beyond the point of return. Kevin's hands began flailing
around, so J.D. reached down and stroked his cock.
Relax, little buddy, thought J.D., just relax. You're all
mine, you ain't getting away from big ole J.D., nobody ever does.
Work with me, man, I'll take care of you. You're mine now, boy. He
grunted again and pushed more of Kevin into his big mouth while
still fucking the college kid. Torn by two conflicting desires,
J.D. knew that in a short time he would have to relinquish Kevin's
ass in favor of shoving the kid completely into his gut. His steely
grip held his prey in place as he rapidly slammed Kevin's ass
repeatedly, one last round before he took him all the way in.
Kevin felt an uneasy sense of relief as J.D.'s thick cock
slurped out of his ravaged asshole, but the brief respite was almost
immediately replaced with an even more vigorous attack as the strong
young roughneck grabbed Kevin's torso on both sides and literally
heaved him upwards, gulping greedily as he did. Kevin's shoulders
and chest passed into J.D.'s maw, and the cowboy shifted his weight.
J.D. stood up and easily hoisted the young man's body above
him. Years of physical labor as a ranch hand had packed plenty of
muscle onto his upper body, and lifting up Kevin's 130 pounds was no
problem at all. Holding Kevin's slim hips, J.D. allowed gravity and
the extensive coating of drool and pre-cum to slowly drive Kevin
downwards into his waiting stomach. Kevin struggled and and
squealed and fought all the way down, but the narrow tube into the
cowboy's gut was far too tight for his weak squirming to make any
difference. His legs kicked feebly, but by the time his face
entered J.D.'s belly it was already too late: worn out by the cop's
attack and by having big J.D. on top of him for nearly an hour,
Kevin was out of strength. As he slid down, his still hard cock
rubbed against J.D.'s tight esophagus and the sensation drove his
rookie cock over the edge, spurting cum that lubricated his passage
into cowboy belly. Fifteen minutes after J.D. first took Kevin's
face into his mouth, Kevin's feet disappeared behind his lips. "Oh,
yeah," J.D. softly grunted.
J.D. was covered with sweat and the mixed pre-cum of his own
tool and Kevin's smaller cock. He slowly reclined back on the cot,
panting, reeling with pleasure as he felt the live meal enter his
belly. J.D. put one hand on his stomach while the other grabbed his
insatiable cock, bringing it quickly to an enormous explosion that
had him thrashing all over the creaking, straining cot. When the
throes subsided, everything was quiet, including the meal behind his
hard abdomen. He rubbed his stomach gently, just as he had rubbed
Kevin's shoulders an hour before. Sweet kid, thought J.D….but it
was just the natural order of things. Bigger animals ate smaller
ones, and he happened to be a very big male animal…. with big
appetites for sex and food that he liked to have satisfied at the
same time. J.D. took his thick, floppy cock in hand and drifted off
to sleep with a smile on his face.
* * *
"Rise and shine, sleepy head!" shouted the sheriff, striding
into the cell. Light streamed through the east-facing window.
"Wha….Huh?" J.D., lying on his back on the couch, opened
his eyes and squinted, blinking in the morning light.
"Time to get up, boy!" The sheriff leaned down over him,
grinning. "Get enough to eat last night, son?"
J.D. blinked and yawned, rubbed his eyes with his fists…and
remembered… then he smiled boyishly at the sheriff. "I sure did,
Pop! I had me one hell of a dinner! Got my nut too," he giggled,
grabbing his balls for emphasis, his sexy blue eyes sparkling.
The sheriff hooted his approval and gave his son a hearty
slap on the back that would have sent a smaller man flying. "Aw,
you're a chip off the ole block. I knew you'd like havin' that
little college boy. Myself, I pulled over a horse trailer after I
dropped off your little snack boy. Hit the jackpot, too – rodeo's
in town, turns out the guy I pull over is a steer wrestler. Took me
a while – big fella – but he sure as hell filled me up good."
"Aw, DAD!" groaned J.D. "I missed out on a steak dinner?
Fuuuuuck!" He flopped back on the cot in mock exasperation.
The sheriff chuckled. "Apple sure don't fall far from the
tree! Listen up, boy, the rodeo's in town for the whole week, and
you know what that means….."
J.D. looked pensive for a moment, then grinned and said
brightly, "Lotsa drunk cowboys down at the bar!"
"Bingo!" the sheriff laughed. "You get them fences fixed up
today and I'll meet you down there tonight after I get off. We'll
get us some beers and pick us up some dinner – whaddaya say?"
J.D. whooped. "You bet!"