20 Feb 08
Zucchini (Part 2)
This series came about because many of you requested I divulge what prisoners get up to sexually. Those of you who take offense to sexual content may not want to read on. (Click for part one.)
“So you returned to Cindy’s cell?” I asked.
“Let’s go back,” Max said, “to while I was in the kitchen. In the kitchen, I get extra trays to replace the missin’ trays, and I put some extra food in a tray for Log. I go give the CO his tray. I’m lookin’ for Log now. I call out, ‘Hey, Log,’ ’cause I don’t wanna go to Cindy’s door and look in, ’cause I don’t wanna see that again.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Not wanting to see Cindy’s shampoo-bottle show?”
“I mean, yeah, I was fascinated by it, but the euphoria had wore off. I’m hopin’ Log will peek outta some cell somewhere. He peeks alright – outta Cindy’s. I go to the door to hand Log the tray, but he says, ‘Come in.’ He’s got Cindy on the toilet holdin’ Royal Crown Hair Dressing, which in essence is a cheap version of Vaseline, dude. In Cindy’s other hand is Log’s thing. I walk in and shut the door – and this is where it gets good, dude – and I put the tray on the table, and look at both of ’em. I want to leave ’cause I feel like I’m outta place, intrudin’. I take one step toward the door, and that’s when Cindy commences to suck Log off. Log says, ‘Hey,’ which breaks my walk, ’cause, you know, when someone says, ‘Hey,’ you stop and look at their face. I looked at Log, and he looks at me all straight faced as if there’s not another dude suckin’ him off. He goes, ‘Hey, Max, do you want Cindy to do you?’ I’m speechless, dude. Maybe they were just buildin’ up, tryin’ to get a threesome goin’ on with me. Log says, ‘Dude, Cindy is good. Look at that motherfucker deepthroat that sonuvabitch,’ And when someone says, ‘Look at that motherfucker deepthroat that sonuvabitch,’ naturally you’re gonna look, dude.”
“Especially when it involves Log and Cindy the shampoo-bottle artist.”
“So I couldn’t help but look. I wasn’t aroused or anythin’. I looked. I checked it out. I figured it couldn’t be any worse than the shampoo bottle. The whole time Cindy doesn’t say anythin’, and I’ve still not heard Cindy speak. Cindy pulls Log’s thing out, dude. Cindy’s got some precome on his lips – you know what I’m sayin’? And Cindy speaks for the first time in this Texas drawl accent, but in a high-pitched way. He says, ‘Max, I can do both of you right now.’ And I ain’t gonna lie, I’m thinkin’ about it for a second. Then Cindy says, ‘I can have both of your cocks in my mouth at the same time.’”
What does Max do next? And will the shampoo bottle get back into the mix?
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