My name is Joseph, but most people call me Joe. If you've been reading some of the other stuff you probably know me as "Uncle Joe."
First off, I'm not gay.
Not at all.
It's just...well, I'll explain.
I grew up in Orange, Texas--a pretty simple place.
I played football in high school, then after graduation worked part-time here and there to help ends meet at home with my mom and three sisters.
Things were kind of on auto-pilot getting better and better until about 15 years ago.
I was working as a trucker for a national supermarket chain that I won't name. Life was on an uptick after years of dead-end jobs doing manual labor at construction sites and working for temp services.
It kept me in really good shape. At the time I was 6'4 200 lbs and while I'm not the gym rat type, my muscular build came from hauling 2x4's, bales of hay, and loading pallets of boxes.
Eventually, one of the supermarkets I was doing temp stocking for had a program where you could get your commercial driver's license, but I'd have to spend like three months over in Arkansas where the supermarket was headquartered. They paid for room and board, and at the end, I'd have my CDL and make damn near 3 times as much as I did while stocking.
I signed up and took a greyhound to Pine Bluff, Arkansas and started the training, which was pretty cool, with the exception of all the technical and reading stuff. You'd think truck driving school would be pretty easy but it ain't!
The put us up in a cheap motel that was pretty clean, but ice cold. And it's one of those motels where you can't control the air conditioning, so every night I damn near froze to death. In addition to that, it was right next door to a hole-in-the-wall bar that played their music super loud every night.
After about two weeks of getting in the groove of things I decided to go out one night to the bar that played the loud ass music next door to the motel and have a few drinks.
I've never been much of a fashion guy, or dressed up much, so I went to the bar with the same stained t-shirt, faded jeans, and work boots I'd wore to truck driving school earlier that day.
While sitting at the bar this older lady kept looking at me from across the bar. Every time I looked up, she was looking right at me.
After about my 5th beer, I went over and introduced myself.
Next thing you know, we're at her house and her legs are spread eagle while I'm plowing her like a jackhammer.
Raw.
Annnnd, she let me nut in her.
There's absolutely no better feeling than cumming inside a warm, wet pussy.
This went on every night for the next week or so until I'd unofficially moved in with her and her four kids instead of going to that shitty motel every night.
Eventually I graduated and started making short hauls before I'd get to move up in the world doing the really long drives where you make more money.
All was well until one day while I was in the office getting my paperwork done before heading out on my drive, two officers were there to arrest me.
I won't go into what I was charged with, I'll just say I didn't do it.
They booked me in the county jail.
That first night was horrible.
There I was in Arkansas all alone, and Dorothy (the woman I was playing house with) wouldn't take any of my calls. She apparently believed the accusations against me.
Everything in jail was bad. The food was bad. It was ice cold, yet they only gave us a paper think blanket to warm up with.
And everything was either concrete or steel.
As the days went on, I was frustrated in so many ways.
I'd surely lost that trucking job.
I'd lost the woman who provided me a place to stay and food to eat...
And loving.
I was sexually frustrated.
At the county jail they kept us in a dormitory people call a "tank."
There were like 20 other guys in there and absolutely no privacy.
This meant I couldn't even jack off if I wanted to.
All I could do to pass the time watch TV, play basketball on the rec yard, and LIFT WEIGHTS.
Lifting weights was a great way to release the stress building up inside me.
They let us go out to the rec yard twice a day. Like 2 hours in the morning, the two hours before the sun went down.
I went EVERY DAY.
Over time, I'd stacked on a lot of lean muscle without even trying.
In the tank when they'd come bring us the food trays, I'd eat everyone's leftovers.
I needed it since I was working out so hard.
I'd got so jacked I could do the little titty dance with my pecs in the mirror making them flex one at a time.
It was weird at shower time because some of the gay guys would stare while I showered, and do other gay shit, but I wasn't having any of that.
I didn't have any beef, just wasn't down with that shit, ya know?
I was getting used to my new normal.
Fast forward 2 whole fucking years and I'd gone to court and been sentenced to 20 years.
20 FUCKING YEARS!
When that judge sentenced me and banged that gavel, I thought all was over.
I got on that white bus and was transferred to the state penitentiary where things got really interesting.
In prison, things were way more laid back.
The guards were cool, and everyone there was chill. I guess a different tone was set because people just wanted to do their time.
Things were also better because instead of being in a tank with 20 other guys, I'd get to be in a cell with just one other person.
After a brief orientation I was sent to D block, 3 row, cell 17.
I was curious to know if I'd get my own cell, or if I was being sent to a cell where there was someone already housed there... a "Cellie"
And sure enough there was.
