Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2010 08:52:47 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Tom, Tom the Pumpkin Eater Part Three" by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult

{Note: Those of you who are English majors may have noticed that
part two was in the third person.  I did that to best show the
confusion of the first day or two in jail.}



I was returned to my cell.  All eyes, again, followed me on the
way and the remarks seemed more intense and hot.  These guys were
wanting sexually and had fastened on me.  I felt like a deer in
the gun sights.  I touched my side pocket.  The pills were there.

Once in my cell I took one of the pills and folded it in a small
section of toilet paper.  This afternoon was shower day.

My lunch was brought to me.  This seems to have been the decision
of the warden.  I was never permitted into the dining hall and
never out with the other prisons for time in the yard.  I was
brought out alone to walk around like a prize lion.

"Okay kid," said the grizzled guard.  "Get naked and grab a
towel.  It's time to shower."

Before any shower, you had to get sprayed with the delousing
stuff.  Then when you washed, it still clung to you.  I put one
pill was put on the ledge over the shower and I began washing up.
In a few minutes, the other three shower positions were filled
with men.  I tried not to look at them as they tenderly washed
their foreskins and their asses, but I couldn't help noting that
many had old faces but young bodies.  I didn't dwell on it, I
sure didn't want to get a hard on.  That would be the end of me.

I finished, grabbed the wrapped pill in my hand and held it in my
palm.  I dried myself quickly and wrapped the towel around my
waist.  There was no guard in the passage.  I waited, no way was
I going to walk by myself.

Suddenly two prisoners appeared.  I had never seen these guys
before, but then, I didn't know all the inmates.  One was a short
muscular guy with a big nose, the other a tall slim bald or
shaved head guy.

They were both grinning at me.  The smaller one said, "You ready
for our date?"

Well this was it.

"Guys, I'm not well.  You know about that?"

"Yeah we heard some shit, but you're too pretty to worry us."

I turned around and popped the pill in my mouth.  I mumbled
hoarsely, "I don't feel too good."

The taller man said, "What you need it a my medicine.  Get on
your knees and go for it.  It'll cure what ails you."

The short one said, "When you finish, get your ass ready for me,
I have an injection for you."

They began laughing uproariously at their clever remarks when I
felt my mouth filling with bubbling foam.  I let it cascade down
my chin and rolled my eyes up so only the white showed.

The tall one dropped his hard grip on my arm and stepped back.
"Holy shit!"

He looked scared.  The two stared at each other a moment and then
hurried away.  I wiped my mouth but the returning guard saw my
condition and pulled me out of the passageway and a few doors
further was the infirmary.

A male nurse, I hadn't seen the first visit, on my check up, took
over and pulled me over to a room that had two cots.  I guess
this was their hospital.

"Lie there.  Doc is coming later today.  You have to wait for
him.  I'm an inmate like you.  I don't know shit about medicine."

I noticed that he kept away from me.  He must have been scared
too as I still had some foam on my chin.  I know how Father
Damien must have felt.

I saw that there was a newspaper on the night stand. I took it
and propped myself up on a pillow, crossed my legs and began
reading it.  I noticed, from time to time, the young kid kept
peeking in at me. Suddenly I smacked my forehead.  I must have
been really out of it with my fake disease not noticing that he
resembled dead Georgie.  Of course, this kid was more muscular,
but he had the same blue eyes and facial features and pure white
skin.  I put my paper down and stared at the door, hoping he'd
look in again.

He did.

I motioned for him to come in.

"What's your name?"

"Bobby."

I was still wearing only a towel.  "Bobby, this thing with me.
It's not contagious and this was the first time in a long time
that it bothered me.  You know, it's gone now, but I think I hurt
my back when I fell."

He came completely in the room and stood near the bed.  I could
hear his breathing.  This was a hot boi.  I think when you are
deprived, you are ready to catch sex fire immediately.  I was
getting excited myself.

"Where does it hurt?  I can rub it for you."

"Way down the base of my spine."

I was evil!  My ass is hot.  I know.  Using a mirror, once, I saw
it, well, maybe more than once.

He moved the towel down so that my crack showed.  Then he touched
that base bone using one finger, like one would test a hot plate.
When it didn't burn him, he put the palm of his hand and kneaded
it a little.

"How's that?" he husked at me.  Poor kid was getting drunk on me.

"Nice," I said breathily, "But it's a little lower and it goes
all the way around to the front."

For the first time, he realized my game and he giggled a bit.  Oh
my, we have a girlie boi here.  Might as well go for broke.  I
turned myself around and my big cock was half hard and slightly
sticking away from my body.

He took it reverently in one warm hand.  "Does this hurt too?" he
asked smiling broadly.

"Yeah, it needs a lot of attention, and I think you know enough
medicine to help the problem."

He nodded and began an excruciatingly slow and tender wanking.  I
don't know where he learned that, but soft and easy always wins
and it was kinda like I do myself.  In one minute I fell in love
with his lovely hand.  He was in total control of me and I
happily gave myself up to him.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Oh, oh," Was all I could say and he nodded with satisfaction.

"I am famous with the guys here for my hand job skills.  I get
two packs of cigarettes for easy job.  What you goin' give me
besides your spunk?"

My mind raced.  I could give him my towel, that's all I had here,
or...that's it...a return wank.  I stopped thinking, slipping
into the oblivion of sexual trance.  I think I was feeling some
early signs of my coming cum when my eyes snapped open at the
sound of an amused voice saying, "Bobby.  I'm jealous, you never
told me about your talents."

It was the young doc.

He stood just inside the door and locked it.  He slipped his
green scrub shirt off and then his white canvas shoes.  He pulled
the cord on his loose pants and there he was, naked as a baby.
Well, babies don't have a big stiff cock protruding from below
their six pack.

He came over to us.  "Suppose I lay on my back on the table and I
think that Bobby would like a sincere fucking from the doctor.
It's known to cure unrequited passion."

In a dream, almost, I got up and stood next to the table.  Doc
laid himself down on his back and, wow, Bobby got up on the table
and lowered himself onto the doc's stiff member.  He groaned in
satisfaction as his perky ass hit the doc's pubic hair.

Doc husked, "You guys, for the duration of this exercise, call me
Jack.  Now Tom, Tom the pumpkin eater...There is was again!  You
might want to give some oral ministrations to our impaled
friend."

Bobby's prick was bobbing up and down as he began fucking himself
on Jack's sturdy prick.  What a sight.  I put my head between his
hot thighs and licked the moist head.  Oh, what a honied flavor.
He gulped vocally at the feeling and began rubbing my head with
one hand, the other was pushing him up and down.  What a fit boi
he was.

Bobby was definitely a grunter.  I liked that.  I was a noisy
sucker.  Doc was a old fashioned moaner.  Our trio harmonized
unmusically, but sexually we were making closer music than a
barber shop rendition.

Bobby was now pre cumming furiously, his cock stiff and
vibrating.  Jack's moans were reaching the "warning, I'm getting
close" stage.  As for me, the excitement was getting to me even
though there was no physical stimulation of my cock.  I felt like
I was on the edge, just waiting for the others to give up and let
themselves tumble into their orgasm.  But try as I might, I
couldn't stop myself.  With a mighty roar, I began pelting Jack's
legs with me spooge.  He felt it and his hips reared up and his
moans became gagging hiccups as he began shooting into Bobby's
hot hole.

Bobby's orgasm was so profound that he couldn't keep up his up
and down motions.  He settled down on the shooting organ and let
his own orgasm overtake him.  His eyes rolled up and his face
screwed up into a cum mask.

The smell of young sperm filled the air.  I moved away from
Bobby, Bobby weakly pulled his ass off Jack and jack lay there
drawing deep breaths.

"Okay you two, back to professional stuff.  Tom, into bed and
stay there until I finish your chart.  Bobby get dressed and
straighten out this sex den."

I put my towel back on, lay in bed watching Bobby grinning and
cleaning up the area.  "You know Tom, tomorrow is my last day
here."

"You leaning this cushy job with doc?"

"No, I'm being discharged, my sentence is up."

Doc heard our conversation and came in.  "Say Tom, how would you
like to take Bobby's place, I need an assistant and it's
advisable to keep you away from the prison population."

I told him that I would really love that and that I'd work hard.

When the Doc left the room, Bobby said, "Ask the Doc about the
happy drink."

I looked at him perplexed, but I learned about it on the very
first day as med. Asst.

End of chapter