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Date: 8/29/2017, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: therealbk, Rating: , Source: xHamster

Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories.... Cool Hand Buck! The sweat beaded down my forehead. I shaved my head before coming to prison. It had been 6 months into a 5 year term for stealing quarters out of a parking meter. I was bored that night. Nothing to do. I wish I had gone home to bed that night. Now I was standing out in the summer heat. It had to be over 110 degrees, with high humidity this afternoon. I was with chain gang eight outside of Oklahoma city. We were working route 81 south of Union City. Our job was to clear out ditches along the roadway. There were eight men chain together along each ditch. There was maybe 32 prisoners all together that afternoon. We had about 6 guards keeping a eye on us. I looked down on my prison issued orange jump suit. It was soaked from my sweat. The two guys on my left side of me were sweating. I was at the end of the chain. My left foot was chain with them. My right foot chained to my left foot. I wiped my forehead with my left hand. I stopped swinging my wooden sickle. I put the blade on the ground and the handle against my left leg. I could hear the buzzards circling over head as I went back to work. "Keep it moving. Hard work...That what I like to see." said one of the guards. He was sitting in his patrol car, with A/C on. He rolled down the window to tell us to move it. We bite our tongues. A few cursed under there breath. "Hey boy! Get back to work. You don't want my size 12 in your face." said Deputy Mueller. I grabbed my big ... sickle and went back to work. Deputy Mueller ran the work crews from the prison. He was a short skinny guy. No bigger than 5ft. He was lucky if he had a size 5 on his foot. I had a size 11 on my foot. Being 6ft 4 and still in good shape. It helped me beat the long days and nights of hard work. It was funny that Deputy Mueller always gave me orders looking up at me. He was lucky, he had allot of pull back at the prison. All the prisoners hated the guy, but they did what he told them. I kept my head down as I sliced my sickle through the high grass. It took about twenty minutes to clean out the big ditch. We moved left to right down the road. I could hear the chain around my foot clink as we moved. I could only feel it when we moved out of the ditch, and into the next ditch to be cleared. The only real comfort of the job, was to get out of my jail cell for the day. Being locked up 24 hrs a day. Can mess with your mind. The feeling of the sun on your skin and the wind in your face. Makes you feel better. To be free for a few hours. Plus, I perhaps had my best tan ever. If nothing else. I was getting one hell of a work out. Swinging a heavy sickle all day, builds up muscle. "Hold up! Smile boys." said Deputy Muller. I looked up to see a small white car pass bye. Some k**s in the back seat starred at us. The woman in the passenger seat put her hands over her face. I guess we were to disgusting for her to see. Hot, sweaty, and dirty prisoners were to much for her. "Go back to being ...