Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2004 03:41:18 +0100
From: Warren Mason <sweetbottom@eudoramail.com>
Subject: in.florida.jail, Installment #6

This is the last installment inside the jail. The next part of the journey
focuses on my trip to The Keys. Since I am no longer in jail and since it
contains sex with a woman and a young teenage girl, I think she was 14, it
will probably be in the Bisexual, Adult Youth section. In case it goes
somewhere else it will be titled 'after.florida.jail'

The things that will happen in the next several chapters will involve 3
incidents of sex with females, one woman and two teenagers, sex with men at
a party in Key West, sex with the black lawyer and some of his friends,
when I return coming through Miami, sex with Bill Washington and a girl at
his house and finally back in New York and sex with Don; the man who fucked
me for the first time just a few months before the story ends.

I did have a few outrageous experiences over the next ten years that I was
in New York, they gradually diminished to the nothing of today. My ass is
so tight now I think it will be like the first time again when next I do
have male on male sex. I met a man in a chat room as a result of writing
these stories and he lives about 50 miles away. He very much wants me to
come see him. He has sent me some nude pictures with his cock hard. It's a
good size, it seems to be about 7 or 8 inches. He's very much a top and
likes to wear a uniform. He said that is what got him excited about my
stories. He says he wants to dress me up like I was in the jail and asked
me if I minded two men. He has a friend apparently. I asked for a picture
of him too. We'll see.

So, we have a few chapters to go and then we shall see if we write any
more. Thank you for reading and for all the great letters. I enjoyed some
of the dirty talk and what some of you said you would like to do to me. As
I said in the letters..."that sounds nice."

sweetbottom@eudoramail.com


You cannot discount the effect that drugs played on everything that
happened. It must be further added that being in a controlled enviroment
amplifies this greatly. Both Patrick and Bobby's resistence was very broken
down now. There is a point where you just have to face what has happened
and get through it, maybe even enjoy it, even if later you hate yourself or
refuse to see what you had been up to. Some kill themselves or become
hopeless alcoholics and junkies, some become gay, some move on.

I have been lucky that way. I actually enjoyed the experience and afterward
none of it affected my relationships with women. I am sure it improved my
technique if anything. I expect I am a true bi-sexual. Often I notice if I
am with a gay man who is masculine that I slowly become more girlish. If I
am with a female I gravitate the other way.

This happens also with men who might be less male than me. Patrick brought
this out and I was surprised to see it happening. When I was interacting
with him I felt myself becoming male just as I did with young girls. I
should mention here that I have a real attraction for post-pubescent girls,
14 to 17 (willing only). They just turn me on and I had many sexual
experiences with them in many places.

Anyway, the next day when we awakened you could feel that the atmosphere
had changed. Bobby still had some defiance but you could tell he was
resigned to whatever might happen and that he would take the easier route
to lessen his problems. He was very friendly to me. I had power as far as
he was concerned and I had the drugs. Patrick was frightened. It was always
there. He was even becoming pro-active sexually as a defense mechanism.

Bobby went out to see a lawyer.

I chopped up some lines and Patrick and I had some scotch for breakfast,
we'd passed on the house cuisine that morning. While we were smoking
Patrick said, "I liked what we did last night."

"Did you?" I replied.

He nodded and blushed. Boys with red hair can really blush. "What you did
with the guard turned me on. I appreciate what you did. I am going to try
to be like you and get into it. It really hurt when those men raped me a
couple of weeks ago and then that guard fucked me last night, that hurt too
but not so much."

"just one guard fucked you?" I wondered about Torres.

He nodded, "the other guy fucked Bobby. Officer Nelson said he deserved
it. Bobby was screaming. Then the man made him stand with his cheeks spread
while the cum ran out of his ass and then he laughed at him. He made him
wipe it off of his legs and put it in his mouth. Bobby threw up and the man
made him lick that too and then clean it up. It was terrible."

"Good grief." I said.

Patrick had a yearning look in his eyes and I was getting turned on. The
drugs really made you want to have sex all of the time. I could see he
wanted to say things but he didn't know how.

You liked sucking my cock?" I asked.

He nodded and looked away.

We were sitting on my bed crosslegged and facing each other. I did not feel
like a girl now. Patrick looked more like one than me. Do you want to suck
my cock again?" I asked.

"Yes." he said.

We snorted another line. I stood up and took off my pants. My cock was half
hard. My cock is thick with a really big mushroom head. I've had it
commented on many times. It's a beautiful cock and about 7.5 inches
hard. "Sit on the edge of the bed." I said. "Oh, and take off your pants, I
want to see you."

Patrick got up and removed his pants. He had a slender cock that would be
about 5.5 inches hard. It was half hard like my own right now. I put my
hands on his shoulders and pressed him down on the bed and then I fed my
cock into his mouth. He sucked on it and I pushed it in and out of his
mouth. "look in my eyes while you suck it." I said. He did. His green eyes
had a surprised look as he watched me.

"When you are sucking let yourself feel sexy and relaxed. Slowly try to
take more of it into your mouth. YOu should be able to swallow my whole
cock. You'll gag but always work at relaxing and coming back. Eventually
you will feel confident."

His cock was now hard and he was slurping ernestly at my cock. I pulled
away and got behind him laying on my back. I told him to kneel between my
legs and suck me. He did. I put my hand on his head and pumped in and out
of his mouth. He gagged often and tears came into his eyes. I wanted to
fuck him.

"Will you let me fuck you?" I asked.

"I want you too but I am afraid it will hurt."

"I can make it not hurt I said. You stand up." He did. I got up and told
him to kneel on the bed with his ass facing out. He had a nice round ass,
very white. I made a coke and soap paste and coated his anus with it. Then
I pressed my finger into his ass and coated the inside.

That feels good." He said.

"Ummm." I replied as I put the head of my cock against the opening of his
ass. Slowly I pressed the head inside. He gasped. "Oh..oh.." he said, but
nothing else. I fucked gently in and out, no more than an inch of me was
inside him after the head. I did this for a little while and let him press
back at me. In this way I was able to bury my cock in his ass due to his
own efforts. He literally did the fucking himself. When I felt my hips
touch his ass I knew I was home.

He was moaning and I could fell his legs trembling.

He kept saying "oh...oh...oh..."

It was such a different thing for me to be on the others end. I began to
pull my cock nearly all the way out and then slowly all the way in.

"You're fucking me." he said "oh...oh, it feels so good." I knew that part
of this was the intensity of sensation from the coke. Part of it was his
being fucked in a gentler manner which allowed him to let go and enjoy the
sensation of me moving against the smooth walls of his insides.

"Are you my girl?" I asked. "Yes, I'm your girl he said.

"would you like me to dress you up like a girl?" I asked.

"Oh yes...yes.." he replied. He was breathing very hard now and I had begun
to fuck him with more speed.

"I can dress you up like a girl and Bill will fuck you tonight."

"He's too big. It would hurt too much."

"It wouldn't hurt." I said. "No more than this and Bill would be gentle. If
you let him fuck you, you will love it and it will help you here. I want
you to let him fuck you tonight. You'll do that won't you?"

"Okay." he said.

He was really breathing hard now and rocking back into me. It was such a
thing to see my cock going in and out of his ass. This was the first time I
had ever done this. It felt wonderful. I felt powerful. I even felt like I
wanted to hurt him too...just a little bit. I started to pound into his ass
and he moaned repeatedly, "Uh..uh..uh"...saying, "fuck me...fuck me..." I
gripped his ass cheeks and fucked him harder. Then I reached down and took
his cock in my hand and began to jerk him off. It was the matter of a few
moments, a dozen thrusts. then he said, "Uh...oh..I'm coming. I'm coming. I
took my hand away from his cock and pressed his back until his face was
down against the bed. I took long deep strokes into him and I could feel
his orgasm by the clenching of his ass on my dick. He cried out and twisted
his ass into me as his cum spurted out. His whole body was trembling. I
stood there for awhile slowly going in and out of his ass. Then I pulled my
cock from him and he gave a big sigh and fell on the bed. and rolled over.

"that was wonderful." he said. "I never...I never thought anything, I
never..oh oh." He cock continued to leak cum as he writhed and ran his
hands over his body. His legs were shaking.

"If you think that was something, wait until Bill comes into your ass."

"I don't understand. " he said. "Why would you share him with me? You're
his girlfriend"

"I am his girlfriend, but I know he would like it and if it makes him happy
it will make me happy. He can always fuck me too. Maybe he will fuck all of
us."

"I don't think Bobby wants to get fucked any more." he said.

"Bobby is going to get fucked more." I replied. "He needs to get to a place
where it won't hurt. Bill can help him do that. I don't think Bobby is
where he was the other day, inside his head, anymore."

I cleaned Patrick up with a towel and we got dressed and did some more
coke. Bobby came back an hour later and seemed to think he was getting out
soon. I found out that he and Patrick hardly knew each other. They had
gotten drunk and stolen a car. The police had caught them. They had also
broken into a house.  Now they were just waiting for what might happen
next. Bobby's people lived in the area and had gotten him a
lawyer. Patricks mother and sister lived down South. He hadn't even
contacted them.

I told Patrick that he should tell Bobby what we did and maybe Bobby might
be willing to do some things that could help him later. I said maybe he
should suck my cock in front of Bobby later and maybe even let Bobby watch
me fuck him. I told him that was why I hadn't cum this time.

I went through so many personality changes while I was there. I can't
explain how or why. I just did what I did and I was constantly horny and
wanted sex with everybody.

Patrick said he would do this. I told him to just ask me if he could suck
my cock after he told Bobby what we had done while he was gone. I said we'd
all get good and high when Bobby got back.

Bobby came back a little while later. The lawyer was going to work on bail
and maybe he would be out in a few days or even sooner. He wasn't as
optimistic as he had been when the call came to see the lawyer. I suspected
his parents were behind this and wanted to teach him a lesson. I also
suspect they didn't have a clue as to what went on in here.

We snorted quite some coke and had several glasses of scotch. While I was
peeing I could tell Patrick was telling him about us. I sat back down and
we talked for a bit. I could see this look in Bobby's eyes and it was
turning me on. There was fear and desire too. I think the desire was that
he might find a way to avoid being hurt. I doubted that but couldn't say
anything. I hate it when people say everything is going to be alright and
it isn't.

Patrick said, "I feel so good." He put his hand on my leg. "You look good
too." I said. we were all sitting on my bunk. Patrick ran his hand up my
leg. "Let me suck you." he said. I got up and took my pants off. My cock
swayed in front of me and I saw Bobby looking at it. I sat on the bed and
told Patrick to knell of the floor in front of me. I put a pillow down for
him to kneel on. He was turning into a greedy little cocksucker. He really
started giving it his all. I looked at Bobby and said, "He's good. He's
learning. The better he gets the less he'll get hurt."

Bobby's face was a complexity of warring emotions. He moved on the bed in
such a way that made me think he was getting aroused, aroused against his
will, as can happen. "Do you want to suck me Bobby?" I asked.

"I don't know." he replied. "you're going to have to suck somebody
later. Maybe you should practice." I said, "At least them it could go
easier. Don't think about it as sex, just something you have to do."

Patrick lifted his head and said, "It's okay."

I reached out for Bobby's arm and pulled him down to where Patrick had
been. Then I brought my cock to his mouth and pulled his head forward. He
took me into his mouth and tentatively began to suck at it. "See, it's not
so bad." I said. He sucked me for awhile as I fed him more cock
incrementally. Soon he began to gag and I told him to try and relax.

"YOu should let him fuck you." Patrick said. Bobby didn't say anything. He
just kept sucking my cock. Patrick continued, "I came like I've never cum
before in my life."

I pulled Bobby to his feet and took off his pants. His cock was hard. I put
him on the bed on his knees with his ass facing me. He never said a word. I
swabbed his ass with soap and coke and then entered him. He gasped but said
no more. I looked at Patrick. "While I fuck him why don't you suck his
cock." Patrick levered under him and began to do this. I started to
rhytmnically fuck Bobby and soon I was all the way in. He made noises and
grunts but he never spoke. Finally I could see that Patricks sucking was
paying off. Very soon Bobby began to moan and then I could feel his ass
contracting on my cock while he came. Now he cried out, saying, "oh god!,
Oh God!" After the shuddering stopped I withdrew from him.

I never asked him about it and he never said anything. That night Nelson
took them both out again and returned them an hour or so later. It was
better this time. Bobby was crying though, mostly from humiliation. I gave
them both some coke and we had another drink.

Next I made Patrick up and dressed him in my clothes. He looked really cute
and started getting into it. Mincing about the cell and acting fey. When
Bill showed up you could see his eyes go wide. He was touched by my
gesture. Later he came into the cell and did Patrick while we watched. It
was something else. Patrick went through the roof. His eyes were all but
rolled up into his head as Bills huge cock went in and out of his ass. I
then sucked Patrick until he came shivering and moaning. It was
beautiful. Patrick lay there like some devastated landscape. He could
hardly get his breath for awhile. Then Bill washed his cock in the sink and
we took the lower bunk and made love while the two of them stood. I was in
Heaven again with this fucked and open pleasure of his dick. I came
relentlessly after a time. When I said I was coming Patrick bounded over
and swallowed me. I could not stop lurching and continued too as Bill
emptied himself inside of me. Nothing happened with Bobby, though I don't
think he felt left out.

I don't know what happened with him later because the next morning I was
released. The lawyer had gotten all of my charges dropped. I said goodbye
to them and gave Patrick my drugs and drinks, what was left of them.

I'll pick this up at lunch with the lawyer next time. That episode may wind
up in another section but it will be called after.florida.jail- probably in
the bisexual adult youth section. if you can't find it, email me and I will
tell you where it is if you are interested.

sweetbottom@eudoramail.com