I can't be gay.
Just because this got me off doesn't mean I'm gay.
That size meat would get anyone off that doesn't mean anything.
I keep rationalizing the reason I am dripping from my cock and ass at
the same time.
Finally I talk myself into believing I am not gay but knowing that I
better get use to this because I know it wont stop.
Good boy.
Billy Bob pats me on the head like some sort of puppy.
I shake my head under his meaty paw and he punches me in the face so
hard that half my front teeth fall out.
Don't you dare do that again!
I cower in the corner of the cell looking at Billy Bob in such fear
that I had never known before.
GOT THAT!
I shook my head up and down!
Get over here now. I scoot on my ass over to Billy Bob and sit there
looking at him as he puts that meaty paw on my head and starts patting
my like a puppy again.
Good boy.
It wasn't more than a few more days before Billy Bob got angry at me
again and knocked the rest of my teeth out. There I was a toothless
bitch for Billy Bob.
When my mouth healed up Billy Bob used it as both a cum dump and a urinal. I don't know how I could have come so far down in life.
Billy Bob would march me around the place showing me off as his bitch.
If they wanted me they would have to go through him and they did.
Black men, white men, Hispanics, anyone that wanted a piece of me had
to pay Billy Bob and they did. I did as I was told and I even
pleasured some of the guards.
As Billy Bob worked out I sat there watching.
As Billy Bob showered I stood next to him and let him soap me down.
I had already started a huge addiction to pot but Billy Bob got me
going more and more. I was soon constantly high and needing more to
get me to the buzzed state.
This had a detrimental effect on my body as I also constantly had the
munchies. Billy Bob would load up my tray and soon my ass was swelling
from the sides as well as the hole.
I likes me a little cushion. He would say. But this wasn't a little
cushion. This was a whole lot of cushion. But I was too buzzed to know
better.
I can't believe the changes I had gone through since my stint in
prison. When I left I was well over 500 pounds. Mostly fat now. What
little muscle I had when I entered was mostly gone or what was needed
to keep me moving. I jiggled like a waterbed of jelly.
I found that I was good at pleasing men but I was not gay. It was just
that I was never going to find a woman with this look. Hell I wasn't
going to find a woman with the look I had before I was sent here. I
had been turned into such white trash.
When I got out I got myself a used single wide and moved in. I wasn't
spose to have any boys within a hundred yards of me and I tried to
make sure I wasn't.
That first knock on the door startled me when a big man came barging
in when I opened the door and he said Billy Bob sent me.