0 comments/ 29429 views/ 0 favorites Sex Between Vinnie and James Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER I closed my eyes to the sounds of Vinnie anally fucking his transsexual friend, James. If they were kissing, making out, and groping one another, I didn't want to know. James was scheduled to do more prison time after violating his conditions of parole and Vinnie, for some bizarre reason, decided to have sex with his cellmate as a going away gift, even though he continually denied to everyone that he is gay. Whatever, Vinnie, he who protests too much... Even though I could hear them and had the image of my friend Vinnie boning James up the ass, I didn't want to watch. I know this is a common occurrence in prison, but Vinnie is no longer incarcerated. He can have sex with a woman, now. Maybe, Vinnie is in denial. Surely, in the profession that he is in, a wise guy, he is unable to emerge from the closet that cloaks his real identity. I was a bit drunk from drinking nearly two water glasses of bourbon and I was tired after having anal sex with Gayle. I just wanted to take a nap. I dozed for a few minutes and when I awoke, the catnap seemed longer. I felt refreshed, invigorated. I felt as if I had just had a power nap. Gayle had twin beds in this room for whenever her kids slept over. Even though she never married, she had two kids from two different men. When I opened my eyes and looked over at the other bed across from me, Vinnie was leaning over his friend with his back to me. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes wondering what they were doing. Maybe, James was injured and I was just about to call out when... I heard slurping sounds, the kind of sounds that all guys love to hear when they are receiving an interactive blowjob from a woman. You know the ones where the woman is bobbing her head up and down, pushing her long hair out of the way, and making those cock sucking sounds that make you want to pull her head forward and fuck her face full force. Well, my friend Vinnie, to my surprise and dismay, was making those sounds with James's cock in his mouth. He was sucking James cock. He was giving his prison friend a blowjob. Only, when I heard those same sounds from a man giving another man a blowjob, it kind of turned my stomach. I'm not a gay basher, but I'm a straight man. I firmly believe in the right of everyone to follow the pursuit of happiness. Only, just as a gay man may not want to watch me having sex with a heterosexual woman, I don't want to be witness to two gay men having sex with one another. Who's not gay now, Vinnie, I wanted to ask him? It's a bit difficult to have your straight friend believe you are not gay when you have a cock in your mouth. Now, no matter how much he protests that he's not gay, he's gay. Walks like a duck, quack like a duck...Vinnie is gay. Not that there is anything wrong with being gay, but when you are a wiseguy, being gay does not bode well with the rest of the mob. These guys are not as tolerant about switch hitters, if you know what I mean. They prefer hanging around with guys who are members of the same team. When you are in a family, they want to know that the guy next to you has your back and is not distracted by your backside. Vinnie must have figured that I was passed out drunk and sleeping. Then, I thought, maybe he wants me to know that he's gay. Nah, he'd never want that to reach his boss's ears. Nonetheless, I thought this somewhat public display of his obvious homosexuality was a bit self-destructive. Suddenly, I imagined the conversation that the mob boss would have with him should he ever find out of about Vinnie's secret sexual life. "Vinnie, is it true what I hear about you?" "What did you hear about me, Angelo?" "I heard you're a fag?" "Me? A fag?" "That's what a little birdie told me." "Yeah, you tell me who the little birdie is telling lies about me, Angelo, and I'll clip his wings." "It's okay, don't worry about it because we already took care of our little stool pigeon." Angelo stepped aside to reveal James's bloodied, beaten, battered, and dead body hanging from a meat hook." "Gees, Angelo, who the Hell is that?" "That's your queer friend, James. You shared a cell with him in Walpole. Remember?" "Oh, yeah. It was so long ago that I forgot what he looked like, especially seeing him like this, almost unrecognizable." Vinnie waited for Angelo to speak. Feeling that he was about to face a similar fate, he didn't know if he should fight or flee. "Listen, Vinnie, we all do things in prison that he wouldn't do when we are on the outside. Long confinement drives some men to experiment." Angelo put his arm around Vinnie's shoulder, "Now, if I hear another birdie singing me a story about you being a little light in the loafers, then I can't protect you from the rest of the guys, if you know what I mean." "Don't worry, Angelo, you can count on me. As soon as I leave here, I'm gonna go to the strip club, get a lap dance, and bang a couple broads." "Good, Vinnie, I'm glad we had this little talk and cleared the air of any misconceptions regarding your sexuality. Now, do me a favor and get rid of that body. It's stinking up the place." I closed my eyes pretending that I was asleep. With my imagined scenario indelibly imprinted in my brain, I didn't want Vinnie to know that I now knew he was gay. That information could cost me my life should he feel that I would rat him out to Angelo. Still, the sounds of gay sex filled my mind with images of Vinnie sucking James's cock. I tried not to think of them. I tried pretending that it was Gayle giving James's a blowjob and that worked for a while until James continued repeating Vinnie's name. "Oh, Vinnie, that feels so good. I'm going to cum. Oh, yeah, I love how you suck my cock. You give me the best blowjobs that I have ever had. Suck my prick, Vinnie, suck it, baby." So, this is not the first time that Vinnie has blown James. Interesting. I'm not surprised in the way he protested about not being gay. They must have treated their prison cell like a Honeymoon getaway. Then, I started thinking about all those times I took a piss in front of him. I thought it was my imagination when I caught him looking over at my cock. The times we worked out at the gym and grabbed a sauna together and I paraded my naked body in front of him now made me feel gay, too. I thought nothing of it, but now, I laughed at the thought that I was making Vinnie aroused with my dangling cock swaying in the breeze. Ewww! Gross. "I'm cumming!" James broke me out of my dream state and I nearly popped open my eyes. I cracked them open a slit and saw James unloading in Vinnie's mouth. Vinnie swallowed him. Vinnie rolled over and James was all over Vinnie's cock. With the thoughts that Vinnie's cock was just up James's ass, the sight of watching James suck off Vinnie revolted me until I saw the condom tossed to the side of the bed. Well, at least he wore a condom. Still, I could deal with James blowing Vinnie. He did look a lot like a woman and she had incredible tits, even though they were hormonal grown and implant aided perfections of fatty tissue. To be continued... Sex Between Vinnie and James Ch. 02 As soon as I closed my eyes again, I dozed. I wondered where Gayle was. I lost track of her after I boned her up the ass. I heard the sound of the television in the background and figured she was in the den watching TV. Then, I felt this weird but familiar feeling. At first I thought I was dreaming only it felt so real that I knew it wasn't a dream. My cock felt like it was in a warm, tight pussy and I felt like I was getting laid. It felt wonderful, only there was no pressure on my chest, stomach, and thighs to make me feel that there was a woman on top of me fucking me. It was amazing to feel that only it was weird not to feel the pressure and presence of a woman's naked body, only a pussy. It was surreal, which is why I thought that I was dreaming. It felt like a Heavenly fuck and a spiritual encounter. Then, I thought of Vinnie and James. What if one of those two homosexuals was giving me a blowjob? God, would that make me gay, too? Could they turn me with just a blowjob? I'd be angry, but I didn't have the willpower to stop it. Although I hated to admit it, it felt good. Maybe, I'll just keep my eyes closed and pretend that I'm still sleeping. I can't be gay if I'm sleeping. Right? No one can accuse me of being gay in my sleep. I wondered which one was blowing me. I figured it was James. I hoped it wasn't Vinnie. If it was Vinnie, I could never look him in the eyes anymore knowing my cock was in his mouth. If he was ever to make it as a made man, I could never kiss him on the cheek. Then, I wondered about him giving the kiss of death to someone, only with making the kiss of death a French kiss. Gross. Without opening my eyes, I reached up to feel tits hoping to feel Gayle's knockers. Please, God, let it be Gayle blowing me. I don't want to be gay. I don't want to be turned gay by getting a gay blowjob. Good, I felt tits. The relief I felt added to the stiffness of my prick. I was so hard. Only, I wondered. I wasn't sure if they were Gayle's boobs or James's boobs. I paid closer attention when feeling them. They were too symmetrical, too firm, and too perfect. They had to be James's surgically enhanced breasts. I was feeling James's tits. I popped open my eyes. "James! What the Hell are you doing?" James and Vinnie laughed like a couple of school boys. I looked down and James was holding my cock. At first I thought he was giving me a hand job, but he was holding my cock in some kind of contraption. "What's that?" I squirmed away from them knocking my cock out of what he held in his hand. The two of them laughed at me. "It's a pocket pussy," said James holding up his hand with something that resembled a hairy clam. "A pocket pussy?" "Yeah," said Vinnie, "do you remember the pocket tits?" "Yeah," I said remembering that Vinnie for the longest time walked around everywhere with his hands in his pockets while fondling a pair of pocket tits. "Well, my wife still does the sex toy house parties for women. She sells the pocket tits and the pocket pussy for men. She calls it portable vagina, but I call it pocket pussy. Most of the toys she sells are for women, dildo and vibrators. These are toys, pocket tits and pocket pussy, are exclusively for men. Well, I guess lesbian woman may be interested in the pocket tits or maybe even the pocket pussy. Who knows? I'm telling you, Freddie, if you have pocket tits and a pocket pussy, you don't need a woman." Yeah, well, maybe that explains why Vinnie is gay but I wasn't about to start experimenting with toys for men when... "Don't need a woman? Are you nuts Vinnie? I'd rather have the real thing, if you don't mind. I'd rather kiss a woman than hold a piece of plastic, no matter how real it feels." "You can kiss me, big boy," said James. "Get away from me." Vinnie's face suddenly changed when I rejected James, but James took it in stride. That was when I felt bad for James. He must have been subject to all kinds of verbal and physical abuse growing up as a woman in a man's body. "You don't have to be mean to my friend, Freddie. He was only foolin' with you." "I'm sorry, James," I said feeling like shit. "It's just that I'm straight and I thought you were going to plant one on me." "Don't flatter yourself, Freddie. You're not my type." Not his type. When he said that, I felt not only insulted but also rejected. Not your type? Why aren't I your type? Come here and kiss me. Shit! Fuck! As soon as I thought that, I realized that I was hanging around Vinnie way too much. I need to go fuck Gayle up the ass again to feel like the manly man, the macho man, and the masculine man that I am. James stuck the thing back on my cock. Oh, my God. I was in Heaven. It felt so good. Immediately, I had an erection. Involuntarily, I started humping the air while those two gay fools laughed at me. I had such a huge erection and having those two gay guys stare at my erect cock was a bit embarrassing. To be honest, looking at James with her lipstick and big boobs, I was tempted to pull her down and have her or him blow me, I was so horny. "Give me that," I said whipping the pocket pussy from James's hand. It felt soft to my touch. It almost felt like real skin and there was embedded hair that felt like human hair around the opening. I hoped it wasn't pubic hair because then what if it was male pubic hair. Only, it felt soft where men's pubic hair is coarser then woman's pubic hair. Without giving much concern on whose cock this pocket pussy had been on, content to have sloppy seconds or thirds with Vinnie's pocket pussy, I stuck it back on my cock until I shot a load of cum in pocket pussy, the toy for men. Wow, did it feel good. There was even a button that when pressed gave it warmth while emitting an oozy lotion or gel. If I didn't know any better, I would think that this was a real pussy. I plan on buying one, along with the pocket tits. To be continued...