Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 16:52:43 -0500
From: Bald  Hairy  Man <bldhrymn@aol.com>
Subject: Play Pen Two

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Play Pen Two

By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com


John called a day later and said he had two men who might be happier at my
operation.  Butch found four of our men who could be transferred.
Fortunately the state preferred assigning men to as inconvenient locations
as possible. There was always a ready supply of staff eager to work an hour
nearer their homes. They were happy to move.

The new men arrived on the next Monday. I gave my usual, "Reasonable but no
Fool" talk, a variant of the "Hard but Fair" speech I give new inmates. The
men were typically varied. Chuck Smith was a tall, thin, blond man with a
mustache.  Wildridge Noland, was short, dark and looked as if he might be
muscular.  He told me he was called Catfish in the thickest Virginia
Mountain accent I had ever heard.  Carter Southwick was a 250 pound,
six-foot tall man with a thick, black beard. He looked solid, no flab.  The
final transferee was Juan Alverez, a cook. He was 5-10, 180, with a deep
brown skin, bald with a black mustache.

"Not too much hot stuff in the food!" I said.

"I only make it hot when you want it hot." He said in a New York Bronx
accent. No trace of Spain or Mexico in his voice.

I turned them over to Butch for orientation.  Butch had a good way with
men, firm, clear and his sense of humor came through.  He looked great in a
uniform, but he had his pants carefully tailored to make sure that his
equipment was visible. Nothing vulgar, you just knew there was something in
there. You could tell the men were interested, and not just in his words.

He concluded with, "I do have some bad news for you. We have begun to
implement an exercise program for the staff. This applies only to the new
men, so we can keep the bellyaching down in the existing staff.  Report to
me at the exercise room at five today and we will get the program going. I
will be leading it for a while until we find a permanent leader."

Catfish raised his hand. "Sir, we have no gym clothes here."

"We will provide that." Butch said. "You know the problem with contraband.
We don't allow any bags or satchels on the site at all. If I had my
druthers, you would all arrive here in your birthday suits, and we would
outfit you at the gate."  He then sent them off with Sargent Williams for a
tour of the facility.

Butch dropped by my house after the exercise session that night. "How did
it go?" I asked.

"Just fine. Your warden friends must know their men well." He said. "They
also must know more about their men's cocks than is seemly in a
professional situation.  It's one hell of a well hung group."

"Who of our men were there?" I asked.

"The regular suspects, Dr. Fred, Beau, and Paul." He said. Dr. Frederic
Johns was the staff physician, Beau the director of buildings and grounds
and Paul was the director for education. They were all old playmates of
mine. Dr. Fred originated the idea of gathering the gays into one
place. "Everyone got along real well."

"Anything overt?" I asked.

"Nothing rose beyond half staff, but everyone lingered in the showers."
Butch said. "Nice old fashioned drooling, and looking. I told them that I
would get the steam room working tomorrow, and that seemed to excite
everyone."

"Did any of the regular staff notice anything? Any questions?" I asked.

"They all thought that being kept after the quitting hour was some sort of
a punishment. The next shift was to busy getting the inmates to dinner to
notice anything." Butch said. "Williams watched the door. No one even
approached the door in the entire hour and a half."

"In theory the exercise room was for the staff, but my predecessor located
it where he could see who was going in and out. He wanted to make sure that
no one used it on company time." I said. "It turned out to be a private gym
for him. Do you think I should join you tomorrow?"

"Let's try it." Butch said. "They were so excited today, I don't want them
to explode!" We laughed.  "They're excited, and your presence will leave
them a bit uneasy. That could make shower time more interesting."

I joined the exercise group twenty minutes late the next day.  You could
feel the disappointment in the room. They had hoped for a nice leisurely
look-over in the showers, followed ay a few discrete touches in the steam
room.  They now had to be on their best behavior.

It was above ninety that day and the room's air conditioning turned off at
5:30, so the room got very hot. "Why does it do that, Beau?" I asked.

"Well, we can't seem to find the time clock that runs it." The director of
buildings and grounds said.  "No one seems to know how Warden Bannister
built this room.  He seems to have concealed the controls. We'll find it
some day."

I took my tee shirt off. "OK guys lets get more comfortable." I said. "No
use getting our soon-to- be-perfect-bodies hot, sweaty and bothered until
absolutely necessary." Butch had a good workout routine, that seems to have
been entertaining and productive. I was surprised that I was huffing and
puffing at the end of the class. I had been unaware that I was exerting
myself.

"To the showers!" Butch ordered.  Butch was a leader of men , and we all
went to the locker room. I undressed with my staff members, and the new men
with Butch, at the other end of the room. We met under the water of the
showers. I realized why Butch had me and the other three members of the
staff there. There were four shower heads, and nine men. The room was
crowded and there was almost no way to avoid bumping into each other.

 I was showering with Catfish, Butch and the doctor were with Chuck, Juan
with the director of education, and Carter was with Beau. I started the
ball rolling.

Catfish was short, hairy and hung. His cock looked so long that it seemed
to droop half way to his knee.  Uncut, the cock looked unmistakably like a
catfish, with a blunt slightly flattened head.  I clearly stared at his
cock and asked, "Where does that nickname come from, Catfish?"

He looked me straight in the eye and said. "Do you think it's because I can
swim so well?"

I took his cock in my had. "Might be, but I have other thoughts." Everyone
burst out laughing. "Hell, it only has one eye!" I joked as I pulled the
skin back to expose part of the head.

"Never been a problem." Catfish said. "It likes dark places." He
paused. "You may be the warden but you don't know nothing about
catfish. That's the mouth not the eye!" He was weighing my balls, and we
both were clearly erect. Next to us Chuck dropped to his knees and tried to
inhale Butch's cock.

"I told you we were a easy to get along with group." Beau said as he felt
Carter's equipment. Both Carter an Juan didn't seem to know what they were
supposed to do. Were they to give blow jobs to the staff, or was it
something else?

"Is this a test or an initiation?" Catfish asked.

"It's the Welcome Wagon." I said. I dropped and began to work on his
head. The blunt instrument filled my mouth easily, He was one of those guys
who had enough foreskin to over the head while completely erect, I worked
on the tender connection between the skin and the head on the under side.
He oozed a pearl of pre cum as a thank you message. I am a bit of a size
queen , and lost myself in the monumental cock.

After a few minutes, I came up for air, and Catfish dropped to minister to
my cock. I have always liked good sports, and Catfish was evenhanded. He
deep throated the entire seven inches without effort.

"This is your first blow job?" I asked.

"Yep, my first today." He replied as he took a breath and immediately
returned to the task at hand. He was expert.

"Cool it down a little." I said. "I would like it to last a while." He
slowed his pace, and soon found a good rhythm and was perfect for a long
session. "If you get tired come up and I'll go down." I said, watching the
action in the room. It didn't look as if any of the new men were
virgins. Paul was sucking Juan. Paul was short, stocky and covered in black
hair from his bearded head to his hairy toes.

As I said , I am a size queen, but Paul was an exception. It looked as if
he had no cock at all when he was soft, but hard it was a good six inches,
but thin. He was a vigorous and enthusiastic lover, and I discovered
several interesting ways to make use of his cock, and his willingness to
experiment.

Juan was turning stocky, with just of a trace of beer gut. His golden skin
looked rich in this collection of white and pink men. The summer was young
and none of us had a tan as yet. Glossy black hair was confined to his
chest and crotch with an attractive trail connecting the two. He had a good
sized cock, thick, may be eight inches and uncut. He later explained that
his mother was Italian and his father Mexican. There may have been a little
trace of Indian in him, but the Italian seemed to dominate.

Beau and Carter were well matched, big heavy men Carter had black hair and
Beau was a polar bear. Beau was near 60, and a Kenny Rodgers look alike, if
Kenny was 6'-4".  He had a great pair of balls that hung low and a matching
, cock, long and cut. I couldn't see Carter's cock, it was deep in Beau's
mouth. The two men were in good shape, looking like professional wrestlers,
without the steroid inflation.

Chuck was covered in golden red down, with a long thin cock, nine inches
long, an inch in diameter.  He was sucking Dr. Fred. Fred was a young guy,
35, six feet, 170 pounds, and had a great bedside manner. He had a
breastplate of brown hair, and a surprisingly thick cock. I would have
expected to find his cock on Beau, and his on Beau.

Butch was surveying the group as I was.  Our eyes met and he glanced to the
steam room door. I nodded. "Enough play time, off to the steam room to
loosen up!" He ordered. As always everyone did as he asked. The steam room
was marble and tile with two seat steps on two sides of the room.  We all
barely fit sitting cheek to cheek. The steam was thick but not
impenetrable. The steam engine was noisy, but you could talk.

Chuck got up.  "Boys, since you are new here let me lay down a few rules."
He said. "You may have guessed that Willy runs an informal ship, doesn't
mind what guys do on their own time. We are a friendly group here." Butch
was at half staff and Juan leaned forward to suck him. Butch did not
interrupt his talk. "As I said really friendly, and I think it is safe to
say tolerant."

"As you know that is not official state policy at this time. As you might
suspect, our friendliness is not a state sanctioned." Everyone
laughed. Butch continued. " We think of this as sort of an AA type
operation. When you feel a need, you have a friend to call. And you have a
place to play. A safe place."

"That a ten step program, I could get to like!" Chuck said.  "Like a lot."

"But there are rules. 1. No prisoners., no way no time. 2. No pick ups, no
rest stops, no glory holes.  Nothing that can get into the arrest
records. 3. No talk, no hints, no comments that would lead anyone to
suspect that this prison has a special policy." Chuck continued. "Do you
understand?"

"Do any of you have special friends?" I asked. "Is this arrangement a
problem? You don't need to join in if you have other . . . commitments."

"It sounds fucking wonderful to me!" Carter said.

"I think I done died and woke up in heaven!" Catfish said.

"No problem here." Chuck said. Juan would not give up sucking Butch's cock.

"Is this j.o. only?" Catfish asked with a trace of concern in his voice.

Butch smiled. "I don't think we have any problem with consenting
adults. Consenting is key element. I don't care what you do as long as you
enjoy it." Juan pulled back and Butch sprayed the entire group with cum as
he climaxed.  I had never seen a man give a coherent talk while having a
orgasm. I was impressed. So was the rest of the group.

"Hey man, an appetizer before dinner!" Carter said.

"Always say please and thank you." I added. "This is for fun. I don't care
what turns you on, as long as you enjoy it. But remember. No evidence.  No
comments, no talk." I sat next to Paul. His thin cock was sticking straight
up into the air. "Do you mind if I sit on it?"

"Be my guest!" He said. His cock was rock had, and sweat slick so I just
sat on it and it slipped in effortlessly. Paul's cock was easy to take, and
fun to feel. It excited me, but never enough to shoot. I loved to be blown
while Paul was in my ass.  Carter rose to the occasion, and he went down on
my cock.

I figured that watching the warden of the prison take it in the ass would
open things up and it did.  Chuck began to suck Dr. Fred, and Juan took
care of Beau.  Catfish and Butch watched me, Carter and Paul.  "That sure
looks like fun! I'd like to try that. " Catfish said.

"Fun it sure is!  Top, bottom or middle?" I asked.

"Middle, I think." Catfish said after some serious consideration. "But I
wouldn't mind being on the bottom of the pile sometime with my cock in your
ass."

"Not on out first date!" I said.  The room burst into laughter. "Would you
like to trade places?"

"Sure would!" He said and we separated.  Catfish lowered himself on Paul's
cock and Chuck replaced Carter sucking Catfish.

"Shit, this feels great!" Catfish said. "Paul, you have one comfortable
cock."  "I try to please!" Paul said as he gave Catfish a few welcoming
thrusts.

Carter came up to me. "Would you mind a replacement cock in your ass?" He
asked.

"Let's see what we have here." I said. He was uncut and the skin cover his
head. and I felt his cock to see what it was like and discovered he was
fully erect, with seven hard inches inside the skin. I spread open the
puckered skin with my finger and my finger was enveloped in the hot and
slimy insides of Carter's foreskin. "Have you come in there?" I asked.

"Not yet, just pre cum." Carter said. "Never need lube."

"I got to get home soon, can you cum quickly?" I asked.

"You're a mind reader.  .  .  . Sir!" He said. I bent over on the marble
bench. His cock head was at my hole, and then seven inches inside. Totally
graceless and totally enjoyable. I hadn't been fucked this crudely since
the police academy. I had a wave of nostalgic feelings of Sargent Smith and
his "initiation and orientation" techniques. Carter's head, once the skin
was stripped back by my ass, had a well defined mushroom shape, and I could
feel it as he frantically pumped my ass. And he was right. The massive
amount of pre cum trapped in his foreskin was a great natural lubricant.

He moaned and gave me several vicious thrusts, and he was over. The thrusts
pushed me over the edge and I had a good orgasm. "Fast enough? . . .Sir?"
he asked. He pulled his cock out.

"Just right." I said. "I'll keep you in mind if I need release on a tight
schedule." I laughed and he joined me. "It's time to get home guys. Finish
things up.  We will see you tomorrow." I returned to the shower room, as
did most of the men, cleaned up and dressed.

Dr. Fred called that night. "A successful experiment so far?" He asked.

"So far, we need to give Carter some lessons in taking his time." I
observed. "Catfish is a find. Do you see any problems on the horizon?"

"You noted Chuck's comment about a ten step program? I checked his file."
Dr. Fred said. "He's had a drinking problem in the past."

"And now?" I asked.

"Officially not. I would guess otherwise."The good doctor said. "My
suspicion is that he deals with his sexual interests by drinking. Strong
silent types do that when they encounter part of their personality they
can't accept."

"You'll keep an eye on him?"

"I'm going to try to nip it in the bud." Fred said. "I'm going to talk to
Butch and Beau about him.  I doubt Chuck has ever met men who were as macho
and gay as they are. Good role models."

"I'll watch out too." I said. "Would you be shocked if I told you I was
looking forward to tomorrow's exercise class?"

"If gym class at high school was like that, I would look like Arnold." Dr
Fred said.

"Hell, I would look like Steve Reeves." I said.

Fred laughed. "Your age is showing!  And you would end up looking like
Bruno!"