After Rocco licked his cum off my fingers he then held his hand out to shake. "I'm Rocco."
"Hi," I replied meekly, "I'm Jack."
"Well Jack welcome to Onion Creek."
"Thanks," I replied nervously.
Rocco moved to sit up and I stood up and stepped back a step. He looked down and said, "There you go again, you're speaking my language."
I looked down at the bulge in my sweat pants and then looked back at Rocco, not sure what to do next. Remaining motionless, I watched as he reached out, grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles.
Leaning his head forward, he stuck out his tongue and let the tip burrow into my tiny opening as he slurped up a droplet of precum. Then, without a word, he stood up, grabbed me under my arms and lifted me up into the air.
I had to bend my head to avoid it clunking onto the top of the cell. Holding me up in the air, he took his tongue and circled it around the head of my cock. A jolt shot through me as I reeled in the pleasure. Looking down, I watched, first the head of my cock and the shaft disappear centimeter by centimeter into him mouth.
When he had taken nearly the entire length of me, his mouth clamped down on me with a suction that actually pulled my hips forward as I dangled in the air. By just varying the amount of suction he used on me, he drew me into his mouth and then let me slide back out.
All I could do was hang in the air trembling in the ecstasy of it all. While sucking me in, he moved his tongue around me in one direction and when I slipped back out of his mouth the tongue moved in the other direction. I was feeling things I'd never felt before, things I never knew I could feel before.