A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... there. I smile at Nancy and head back inside leaving the scene behind me and we rejoin her and her husband who is a little relieved that the festivities are over. Good thing for me I know that the party is just getting started. Desmond: Two hours later The cot is hard, the blanket under my head itches and the one covering me smells like fabric softener and urine. Yes I’m in a jail cell. It’s hard to stay comfortable and wait but after being in here for a few hours waiting. I honestly don’t think this will work but I’m not paid to think, I leave that to Guy while I do what he needs me to. I can hear people talking; I can hear the faucet in the cell dripping but the best noise I can hear is the door to the area opening up and someone being brought in. I relax, I am calm and the world is at peace. I have a new bunk mate and by the sounds of him he’s bigger than average. I still lie on the cot ‘sleeping’ and wait. “Can’t even get a cell to myself I have to get one with a drunk. Hey asshole, you awake,” He asks me but I don’t move. I can hear him looking around, I know what he’s looking for since we’re in the cell with the central air vent pointed right at it and the preset temperature is forty degrees. He even lifts his mattress only to find no blanket for himself. I feel him nudge me and I groan at him something unintelligible when he speaks. “Give me my blanket. It’s fucking freezing in here,” Josh says to me and I ignore him. I feel a quick tug and the blanket is off of ...

... me. Now I figure it’s time to address the poor bastard. “I was here first, the blankets are mine,” I inform him starting to get up from the bed. “Prison rules, I take it and you like it. Shut up before I make you my bitch too,” he informs me not paying attention. I stand up and see he’s facing away from me checking his side of the cell. He’s big, not huge, I’ve got three inches on him and I’m in my bare feet, jean shorts and nothing else. I don’t need anything else considering his gym days are fewer than his time parenting the three kids he has with two women. I tap him on the shoulder and he turns to see my face, he smirks at me. “Something you wanna say big boy,” He sneers dropping the blanket. “Prison rules,” I reply. He shoves me back maybe half an inch and I hear nothing in the surrounding area, no talking, no central air, just the dripping of the faucet. I step back in his face and he throws a body shot, I am unimpressed and he does it again before looking at my face. I grab him by the throat with my left and ram my right into his ribs twice. I can hear him trying to breath, a new noise for the room as I raise my fist up and smash him in the face. First punch stuns him, second draws blood, third loosens teeth, fourth I see blood coming from his mouth, and finally I bend him down and bring my knee into his face and hear his nose crunch before dropping him to the floor of the cell. He’s slightly aware of what is happening; good this wouldn’t feel right to me if he was ...