Date: Sat, 04 Dec 1999 17:37:22 -0500
From: Bald Hairy Man <bldhrymn@aol.com>
Subject: Play Pen  One

Play Pen

By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com

This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site
by accident, not expecting to find gay stories.  No effort at realistic or
safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, please send
the to me at bldhrymn@aol,com


The three men got into the state owned car and began the trek through the
rush hour traffic to the south west. The car, a white Caprice Classic,
complete with high antennas, and poorly concealed blue lights, made an even
greater mess of the traffic than was typical.  We car pooled, officially to
save energy to please the dim-witted Governor, but in reality to have a
chance to talk free of the Freedom of Information Act requirements for full
disclosure of conversations between state employees.

I was with Charlie Smith and John Adams, the wardens of two medium security
prisons in the southwest part of the state. I am William Williamson, the
warden of a third prison. We had been to a seminar for prison officials on
the subject of "Diversity and Understanding."  It had not been well
received.

"It seems to me that we are equal opportunity incarcerators!" We certainly
have never barred our doors to Blacks or Hispanics!" Charlie exclaimed. We
laughed. "It seems to me that some have gone so far as to suggest that we
may have been overly generous in opening our institutions to minorities."

"If that woman said the word "understanding" or "meaningful-inter-personal-
relationships" one more time I was going to toss lunch!" John said. "The
last thing I want is a relationship with the eight hundred scum bags in my
prison."

"It would be different if there was even a trace of sincerity in the
governor, but he's a neo-fascist. He's doing it to avoid law suits by the
ACLU." I said. "If he could gas the Black population of the state he would
be a happy camper."

"And what is this shit about high moral standards among the staff. Zero
tolerance of deviant behavior on the job or at home."  Charlie whined.  "If
a guard can walk and yell the words, "lights out" he's high on my list. Is
he after fags again?"

"It is an election year, he does like to keep the closet-queen-evangelist
crowd happy." I said. "Maybe he will require that all state employees be
virgins this year.  There was a law suit in the Essex unit. Two male
prisoners claimed they lost their virginity to the guards."

"Willy boy!" Charlie continued. " Have you ever seen any evidence of
virginity in any of your prisoners? They are so innocent and almost angelic
to my view. Lets face it, they are cut throats. I seriously doubt they were
ever innocent, and can't believe that they would ever object to any sexual
activity, hetro or homosexual. They just take what they can get."

"There are so few guards, I hate to think of losing some guys because they
like cock." John said. "But if they get caught, the governor will skin them
alive to appease the Hate-Christians. They need something to hate, and Gays
are the hate-du-jour."

"I may have a solution for that problem." I said.

"Tell us more?" Charlie said.

"You don't want to know my solution." I said. "I'm not sure this
conversation ever took place. But if you could transfer some of your men to
me, I could send some others to you."

"A little trading of personnel or problems?" John said.

"Let's just say I can work with some men and turn a problem into an asset."
I said.

"Fucking toll plaza!" Charlie screamed. "What in hell anyone was doing when
they invented the toll road, is beyond me." We were trapped in the traffic
that was a fundamental part of living in Richmond. Richmond planners never
realized the phrases toll road and expressway were a contradiction in
terms. "I don't know about fags burning in hell, but I know where traffic
planners go. Into the deepest pit, burning next to Hitler." He paused for a
while.  "I have no I idea what you are talking about Willy, but I may just
have one or two guys to transfer to you."

"I seem to have some people who might be able to help you some." John
said. "How many can you take?"

"I am just experimenting guys!" I said. "Lets start slow and see if it
works. Play it by ear. No records, no comments, nothing to make the
corrections department to take notice."

We said nothing that could be interpreted as a proposal or as an
agreement. It was the prefect non-event. We got past the toll booth, and
Charlie turned on the siren and we scattered commuters as we cut through
the traffic and finally reached the outer suburbs. Charlie dropped John off
first. We went deeper into the penal colonies of Southside Virginia. The
state had decided to build prisons instead of schools, and this part of the
state was littered with large institutions requiring huge staffs.

We reached my house at 7:30. "Want to come in for a quick dinner and
drink?" I asked. "I can make a good sandwich."

"That sounds good to me. If its not too much trouble?" Charlie said.

We entered the house and I aimed him at the liquor cabinet. " Help
yourself." I said. "I'm going to check in at the office." I called the
supervisor, Butch McRoy.  All was well.

"Charlie Smith is here with me, having a drink and sandwich." I said. "If
you are off soon , drop over and say hello."

"I'm off already, just staying late to finish up some paper work." Butch
said. "I be over in ten minutes." I hung up and rejoined Charlie.  "Butch
McRoy will be joining us."

"It will be nice to see him again." Charlie said. "Bourbon is your poison
as I recall. I made you a drink. This is a wonderful place you have here."
My place was a good sized early 19th century house on 200 acres of mostly
wooded land.

"I was incredibly lucky when I inherited it from my uncle and ended up
running a prison five miles away." I said. "It's a lot of work, but it's
more fun than work." Butch drove his pick-up into the front yard. He still
wore his uniform.

"Hi Will, Good to se you Warden Smith." He said. "It's hot for early
June. It's still eighty outside.  I feel cooked, I need a drink." Charlie
made him a drink and made another for himself.

"Anyone feel like a swim before I make sandwiches?" I asked.

"That sounds good to me."  Charlie said. We wandered out to the pool in the
side yard. Charlie brought the bottle of booze with him. It was dusk and
the sun had already set behind the tall trees.

"All boys here?" Charlie asked.

"Looks that way to me. Trunks optional." Butch said. We all stripped,
leaving our clothes on the benches on the side of the pool and jumped into
the cool water. Butch and Charlie swam laps, I just played in the water,
then got out to get towels.

When I returned Butch was sitting on the side of the pool and Charlie was
sucking his cock. "I see you guys are still friends." I said.

"We sure are!" Butch said. "And Charlie hasn't lost any of his skills."
Charlie was a true bisexual, maybe 60% hetro, 40% gay. Butch brought out
the 40% part of his personality. I knew when he got into the bourbon, the
interest in Butch would follow soon after.  Charlie and Butch met at my
house several years before and had enjoyed the experience.

Charlie was a 50 year old man. Football player in college, big beefy, 6-0,
250, well hung, and moderately hairy. Butch looked like a young Sean
Connery, 6-4, 225, with a thick, long and uncut fuck tool. There was a real
chemistry between the two men. I hadn't figured out if their relationship
was due to Charles' latent homosexuality or just to the intense attraction
the two men felt. Booze seemed to increase Charlie's attraction to men.

"Can you break it off long enough to eat something?" I asked. The two men
got up, dried off and came into the house. I knew that the interruption
would give them more time to build up the cum in their balls.

"You are the most accommodating host!" Charlie said. "There is something
about my visits here that I find real attractive." I made sandwiches from
cold cuts in the refrigerator.  Charlie left the room to call his wife and
tell her he would spend the night at my house.

"How did they respond to your suggestions?" Butch asked.

"They understood." I said. "Getting the gay staff at one prison and out of
their shops removes a headache for them. Given the political climate and
the brain dead governor, it makes life easier."

"Maybe we are getting all the headaches in our back yard?" Butch said.

"The problem is fucking with prisoners and getting arrested at rest stops."
I said. "I seems to me if we can provide a safe outlet for these men's
libidos, they will be safe.  If things are safe and fun here, we may be
able to keep some staff rather than the perpetual turn over that we have
now."

"That would be a blessing." Butch agreed, "But it is a gamble." Charlie
returned to the room and was listening.

"You may get some psychopaths." Charlie said.  "Who knows what evil lurks
. . ."

"Do you think there is any more psychopathic behavior in the Gay community
than the straight one?" I asked.  "The biggest problem is that the guys
can't get their rocks off without risking arrest.  Lets face it. If you are
straight you can go to any bar, pick up a bitch and fuck your brains out
and be safe. The worse that can happen is a slap in the face." We sat down
and ate.

"Well you are right, There is no statistical evidence about gay crime being
any different from straight." Charlie agreed. "Just priests and boy scout
leaders."

"90% of that is wish forefill ment." Butch said. "Everyone watches Oprah or
the Springer show and acquires that day's psychosis. When I was thirteen or
fourteen I was looking for someone to show me the ropes. I dreamed of men,
but couldn't find any takers."

"Well you have one taker right now!" Charlie said. I cleaned up the plates
and they went upstairs to the bedroom. "Will you join us?" Charlie asked.

"I'll be up in a minute, get started without me." I said.  "Just don't
finish up too fast.!" Charlie was much more relaxed than he had been on
earlier occasions. The first several times he and Butch got together, it
had been in secret, and he was clearly embarrassed at his attraction to
Butch. Butch and I were real good friends, playmates rather than lovers.
He told me that Charlie had been interested in our sexual activities and I
told Butch to tell him what ever he felt comfortable with.

Butch did this and told me that Charlie had been really excited. When you
are naked in bed with a guy, it's hard to hide your level of sexual
excitement. After a half hour of talk interrupted by Charlie with many
questions, Butch reached over and stroked Charlie's cock once and Charlie
shot off. I guessed that Charlie was ready to admit that he like doing what
he liked doing, and was going to broaden his repertoire.

I went to the bedroom and found Charlie on his back with Butch face fucking
him as he held onto the head board. Charlie's cock was free, so I sucked
it. He moaned as I deep throated the bloated dong.  I pulled back and
concentrated on his mushroom cock head. He was cut so I licked around the
edge before I flicked my tongue in the piss slit.  He was oozing pre cum in
generous amounts.

"Get that meat nice and wet," Butch said. "I think I may take a ride."
Butch worked his way back so he was kissing Charlie. His legs straddled
him, and his ass was wide open, next to the cock I was sucking. I don't
normally eat ass, but the ass and the cock were so close it seemed almost
rude not to lick Butch's stretched hole.

I licked it and toyed with the rosebud protruding from the opening. I soon
found myself trying to force my tongue into the hole. I licked some of te
pre-cum from Charlie's cock and tried to slip it in Butch's ass.

"That's it baby!" Butch moaned. "Can you guide it in?"  I deep throated
Charlie again, coating the cock in saliva, then pulled off. I held it
straight as Butch sat up and I guided the deep purple head into his
hole. Butch sat back and the entire cock disappeared into his rectum.

"Damn that's good!" Butch and Charlie said simultaneously. Butch sat still
for a few seconds to adjust to the meat, then he began to grind his ass
slowly.

That's good. Real good." Charlie provided a running commentary. "Do that
again!  Yes! That's it! Just one more time." Butch was stroking his own
erect cock.

"How're you doing, Butch??" I asked.

"Erect cocks never lie." Butch said. "Take a taste and tell me." I got to
where I could suck him. The foreskin was fully retracted and his head was
coated with pre cum.  He was ripe.

"Ah, the taste of a happy cock!" I said. Charlie had stopped his commentary
and was almost crying. "Deep dick him, your both ready to pop!" Butch rose
so that only the knob remained in his ass and sank back down. He did this
three times and shot his jiz all over Charlie's hairy chest and face. This
pushed Charlie over the edge, so he began to spasm. The two men collapsed
together.  After they broke apart and lay side by side, I sucked Butch's
cock. He was still dripping sperm, and even soft he was an impressive
specimen of man meat. I then licked the cum off of Charlie's chest . He
muttered some words of appreciation, but was too exhausted to respond
beyond that.  We all dozed off.

I woke at one in the morning and went to the bathroom. Charlie was awake
when I returned. "I do appreciate your hospitality." He whispered.

"There are times, Charlie, that I think you enjoy your visits here more
than even you admit." I said.

"I seem to be enjoying my trips to the wild side more and more." Charlie
said. "Not enough to join the fraternity, but more than enough to go to a
smoker or two. I can't believe I'm a 50 year old guy learning new sex
tricks. I'm one happy old dog."

"Feeling new sensations?" I asked.

"Women can't suck worth shit!" He said. "They don't seem to get into cock
as much as Butch here." Charlie was playing with my cock. It was the first
time he had done that. "And they can't fuck."

"Are you interested in being fucked?" I asked. There was a long pause.

"I watched Butch get off and I wonder if I have missed something." He
whispered.

"You sure have!" Butch said, "If its works right it's the best feeling in
the world. Are you thinking about doing a little experimenting?" There was
another long pause.

"I guess I am." Charlie said. "I guess I am."

"Are you sure your ass is virgin?" I asked.

Charlie laughed. "I should know, shouldn't I?  I think I would have
noticed."

We all laughed. "Willy, do you want to get the lubricant?" Butch asked. " I
think this is going to need more than spit and good attitude." I got it and
some poppers.  I figured that Charlie might need some attitude enhancement.

The minute Butch started working his finger into Charlie's ass, it was
clear that attitude enhancement would not be needed. He must have hit the
prostate on his first tentative exploration.

"What in hell was that!" Charlie asked. Butch wiggled his finger again and
Charlie looked as if he were going to pass out.  "Holy Shit!" he cried.

"I hate to tell you, but it looks as if you have all the equipment needed
for becoming a great bottom." Butch said. "How does this feel?" He worked a
second finger into the hole. Charlie's eyes rolled as he gasped for breath.

"Is he tight?" I asked.

"Not too bad, firm, not squishy." Butch sounded as if here were describing
a medical experiment. The detachment, and lack of passion was oddly
exciting.

"Do you need any help getting up?" I asked.

"Nope. Don't need it , but I like any help I can get."  Butch said. He
continued to massage the inside of Charlie's chute, and I went down on him.
My cock was long, but thinner than Butch's, but I knew that a bit of extra
diameter would bother Charlie, given his obvious attraction to Butch. "Your
ready Butch. Is Charlie ready yet?"

"He's more than ready. Lube me up and we'll make a trial run." Butch
said. He lifted Charlie's legs as I thickly coated his cock.  Charlie
looked apprehensive, but his cock looked as if it might explode like an
overinflated balloon.  Butch nuzzled his cock head in Charlie's ass.


I'll try to go slow. He said. But let me tell you, once I get part way in,
you'd better expect too get the rest of it. There's no turning back." He
gave his hips a little thrust, and the head was in. "Feel it Charlie?" He
asked. Charlie nodded. "Do you want me to take it out and shove it in
again?" Charlie nodded again.  He pulled out, coated the head with
lubricant and shoved the head in again. "Feel better, Charlie?" Butch
asked.

"Much better." Charlie moaned.

"I'm just going to pop it in and out a few times until you relax a bit
more." Butch said. "Try and grab the head with your hole. Grab it and
squeeze it hard." I was playing with Charlie's tits, his cock remained
bloated.

"You know that once the head is past the hole, there's nothing you can do
the keep the rest of the cock out." Butch said. He was thrusting his hips
slowly, going deeper on each thrust. Charlie suddenly gave out a long
sigh. Butch had rammed Charlie's virgin prostate.  Butch went deep, all the
way the next time. Charlie was in another world.

"I'm shooting" Butch said. Frantic pumping was soon replaced with more
relaxed thrusts.  "That was good! Charlie hasn't cum yet. Would you like to
finish him off, Willy?" I quickly coated my cock and Butch deftly pulled
out an helped me slip in.

The lube mixed with Butch's pre cum and cum was warm and slippery, almost
hot. Charlie didn't put up any resistance to my cock. "That's really nice,
Willy. " Charlie said. "Soothing." I was slow fucking, but found myself
speeding up.

"Ram him!" Butch said. I made a hard thrust and Charlie popped. I pulled
out and shot all over his chest again.

We all got back on the bed, and I woke at five with Charlie getting dressed
to go home. "Are you ok?" I asked.

"Would you think that I'm a slut if I told you I never enjoyed anything so
much in my life?" He said.

"Were you surprised?" I asked.

"At the intensity. I had a suspicion I might like it. I didn't guess the
intensity." Charlie said. "I need to be back by seven."

"Drive safely. Your always welcome here." I said as we shook hands and he
left.

Two days later Charlie called.  "I have two men who would like to be
transfer to your unit. Do you have a guard and a cook available?"

"I sure do." I said. My plan reached the implementation stage.