Penitentiary Pussy-Butt Boy

Hi:
My name is Bobbie. Would you like me to tell you how I became a Penitentiary Pussy-Butt-Boy?
Well, it all started with a robbery gone wrong. I wasn’t even in the bank when the guard got shot and I still got almost as much time as the others. So, not long after the trial I was sent to the state’s newest Maximum Security Prison. When I arrived I was stripped searched, given prison clothes and sent over to a desk where an inmate clerk was working. He told me what cell to go to and how to get there. At the time I had no idea why he and the other inmate worker were laughing and joking. I just thought it was because of the poorly fitting prison clothes or maybe some joke about my long dark hair.
When I got to the assigned cell there was nobody there but the bottom bunk was empty so I put my stuff on it and made it up neatly with the bed-roll I had been given. After a while as I was looking out the surprisingly large, very much shatter-proof window that faced the walkway of the main compound, the cell door clicked open and a moment later my new cell partner walked in. Leroy was a very large and very dark, Negro. He was easily 6’5” and 250 pounds with heavy facial features and large pinkish lips. He was wearing the all-white clothes of a kitchen worker. He grabbed a bag hanging off the end of the bunk and told me he had to get a shower and would be back at lock-in time.
After about 90 minutes there was a lot of noise on the tier and over the P.A. system. All the doors on the wing opened and Leroy came back in the cell. It seemed he had just gotten out of the shower as he was wearing plastic shower shoes and a robe. The guard went by for count while Leroy was unpacking the bag and putting stuff on the small shelf. After the guard passed Leroy pulled a large jug of homemade wine out of the bag. “Got a little something to help ease ya’ first night in this fuckin’ place,” he said. He put two large cups on the sink and filled them up. He passed one to me and told me, “It ain’t the best tasting shit around, but it got a kick to it.” I tasted the wine and he was right it didn’t taste very good but the alcohol content was obvious.