My Harrowing Experience in Jail: A White Guy's Descent into Dark Obsession

My story takes place when I was about 23 years old. I got in some trouble and ended up in jail. It was county lock up, not prison. I was put in a unit with some pretty hard core felons. Some of whom were on their way to, or back to prison. There were several black guys in the unit. I didn't think I belonged there. I am a white guy, 5 foot 10 inches, 150 lbs and not big or muscular by any means. Plus I was pretty young to be in such company.
So after a day or so minding my own business, tying to be invisible, I was approached by a guy, average sized fella, black, 6 foot, sort of overweight. He told me that he'd been watching me and he noticed I was on the phone whenever possible. They had a phone schedule, each guy could use one of the two or three phones for set amounts of time. I was really missing my girlfriend and was on the phone with her whenever I could. We talked a bit and he seemed pretty nice. He seemed to be genuinely concerned about me. He told me that he didn't use his phone time because he didn't have anyone to talk to. He told me that we could work out a deal and I could use his time if I wanted to. I asked what sort of deal he had in mind, maybe trade some of my food or some smokes. But he told me he had a better idea. Then he proceeded to tell me that he thought I acted a little effeminate. He said I walked in an effeminate manner. And my gestures seemed to be sort of effeminate. Of course, I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. He told me we could work out a deal for phone time if I'd perform oral sex on him. I was appalled that he would ask me something like that. I told him I'd never do such a thing. I went about my day as though I hadn't just been asked to suck a black guys cock in trade for phone time. But he persisted, asking me again and going about it differently. Using the fact that I missed my girl to try to convince me. He told me, "just this one time, then I'll leave you alone". As I thought about it, I began to think if I do this I can talk to my girl. And I had to admit to myself, I've wondered what it would be like. So I eventually agreed to do this in trade for his phone time.
So he told me, later that night he would put up a blanket around his rack and I could come over. When I saw him put up the blanket, my heart raced. My mind was swimming with thoughts, what would it be like, would I hate it. He gestured me over and I did as I was asked. When I walked around

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