Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 14:24:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Play Pen Seven

Play Pen Seven

By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.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
them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com


Charlie arrived at my house at six thirty Friday evening. I was surprised
to see that he had a man with him. He also had a driver, a state trooper.

"Willy.  I'd like you to meet my brother Tom." He said.

"Senator Smith, It's good to meet you." I answered. We went in the house
and had a drink. Butch and Ram and Dr. Fred were there. Charlie smiled as I
made introductions. He didn't seem to mind the additional men.

"Let me get down to business.  Any new moves on the governor's part here?"
Charlie asked. "Fred knows the whole story and has seen the tapes, so don't
be shy."

I explained the new arrivals and the problem they posed.

"You've warned your staff?"Tom asked.  Tom was tall and in shape, with
thinning blond hair. He was dressed for golf.

"I've warned all the obvious suspects, but there may be others." I
said. "You can't post a notice on a bulletin board!"

"You've separated them?" Charlie asked.

"We sure have. They are bunking with uncongenial cell mates" Butch
said. "We've made it difficult for them to make trouble."

"We're moving a bit gingerly with this information. It may be more useful
to us as a threat than as an actual weapon." Tom said. "I don't know if I
want it public. It could scare the shit of the governor and dampen the
campaign for the assembly next year."

"Can you find out who sent the men here?" Butch asked. "I would appreciate
knowing who our opponents are."

I excused my self and left the room with Dr. Fred to get dinner on the
table.

"No play time tonight." I said when we were out of earshot.

"A night of cut throat politics." Fred said. "I hope I don't shock you if I
tell you that Tom turns me on."

I laughed. "It's hard to believe that they are brothers. Tom is as polished
as Charlie is home spun."

"They both had a good acting teacher!" Fred added. I called everyone to
dinner.

Dinner started a bit formally, but loosened up with wine. We talked about
every possible scenario, but returned to the theory that the Governor was
at the heart of the problem.

"He's dumb as a post but crafty as a fox." Charlie said. "Never
underestimate him."

I cleared the table with Butch helping.

"It may be an early night." I told him.

"Don't be so sure." Butch said. "Tom told me he saw the video of me. I said
I was embarrassed, then he told me I had nothing to be embarrassed about,
and then patted my knee. I think Charlie may have told him about our little
experiment."

"Your kidding!"

"No." Butch replied. "Not at all." We returned to the dining room.

"Can we just expose the governor for what he is?" Ram asked.

"I don't think I could do that to Helen and the kids." Tom said. Helen was
the governor's wife.

"I thought she was a bitch!" Butch said.

"Not at all, Painfully shy, scared to death of public appearances and she's
had a hard time meeting people." Tom said. "Sally, my wife, who I might add
is not shy, says that it is almost abuse for that jerk to subject her to
what he has. No consideration at all." He paused. "When Sally had that
cancerous episode a year ago, Helen was wonderful. We can't hurt her." I
realized that Tom didn't have Charlie's need to go in for the kill. Charlie
deferred to him. I guessed that he knew that his handsome brother and his
strong wife had a good chance at the governorship.

"What can we do?" I asked

"I may just have a conversation with my friend Senator Williamson." Tom
said. "He's Republican but isn't an idiot. Hates the governor, thinks the
governor is destroying the educational system of the state."

"Big time UVA man, isn't he?" I said.

"That's part of it. He has a vision of the future." Tom said. "This
information could be very helpful to him. The governor may expect your guys
to take some action, but isn't looking to his own party for an attack."

Charlie broke into the serious conversation.  "Enough talk for now. Willie
boy, you need to air-condition this mansion of yours. Let's adjourn to the
pool for a cool down." We went into the yard. It was dark so Charlie and
Tom stripped and jumped into the pool. I began to think that Butch had read
the situation correctly. The rest of us jumped in.

A quarter moon illuminated the scene.  Charlie came to me after a few laps
and whispered, "Tom's wife hasn't been the same since the operation. He
needs some release."

"Does he know about out arrangement here?" I asked.

"Yes sir. He thinks it's a good idea." Charlie said. "Tom is cool." Charlie
then started to suck my cock. This began a general round of sexual
activity. I noted that the senator was deep throating Butch. He apparently
wanted more than a blow job.

"What in Hell is going on here?" a voice boomed. It was the State Trooper.

"Randy! Get your sorry ass over here and stop playing police man!" Butch
called. The trooper stripped and joined in. "Randy, never was a man better
named! You all but wore out Sergeant Smith. That old goat smiled every time
he saw you."

"I thought he only had eyes for you!" Randy replied. Clearly Butch and
Randy had some history.

"You ass hole! How long have I known you and never guessed?" Charlie
exclaimed.

"How was I to guess about you?" Randy said. "I've been driving your brother
for years. Had no idea all this was going on. Many missed opportunities!"
Apparently everyone had a lot of history. Randy was a Tom Seleck look
alike, but with a trooper haircut, and a bushier mustache.

"Be careful with the trooper" Butch warned. "He's an unrepentant top!"
Butch got into the water and the senator sat on the edge. Butch deep
throated him. Randy got behind Butch and positioned his cock as the guard's
ass.

"Do you mind senator?" He asked.

"Not at all."The space between Butch and Randy disappeared in a split
second. Butch looked like he got an electric shock, but continued to suck
Tom.  Ram sat behind Tom and was massaging his back.  Tom asked Butch to
slow down.  He was afraid he would climax too soon.

Dr. Fred, Charlie and I were in a tight cluster.  Fred was sucking both of
us, but Charlie whispered that he wanted to fuck. I obliged and Fred went
over to Tom.

By this time Randy and Butch were renewing old acquaintances, namely
Butch's prostate and Randy's cock. Butch was on his back, next to
me. Charlie and Randy were fucking in unison.

"Do you want to switch rides, warden?" Randy asked. I realized that this
wasn't going to be a romantic interlude. They traded places.

Randy's cock was rock hard and curved up toward his navel. He rammed my
prostate. He seemed to have realized where it hit and rammed it five or six
times. I squeezed my ass on his last thrust and he stayed deep.

"Shit man! You pulled the trigger!" He gasped. The rock had man seemed to
melt as he spewed his sperm deep in my body. He kissed me as he continued
to drain his tool. He was almost crying in ecstasy. I held him and rubbed
his back as he struggled to regain control. He was snuggling into my arms
as his cock finally began to deflate.

Charlie and Butch had traded places and Charlie was moaning as the Butch
slowly pumped. Butch stopped, pulled his cock out and shot his load across
the middle-aged warden's chest. That was all the inspiration Charlie
needed. He climaxed.

Tom was with the two doctors, looking relaxed. I guessed that he had
climaxed. Everyone was still for a few minutes.

"Well. We'd better be going home." Charlie said.

"You are free to spend the night.  There's room here." I said.

"I'm giving a seminar tomorrow at eight." Charlie said. Everyone took
another dip in the pool, dried off and dressed.

"I really appreciate the hospitality." Tom told me. "I'm afraid I may have
been a bit more . . . involved than I intended." I sensed that he was
feeling guilty about enjoying himself.

"Tom, everyone here shares your . . . involvement. We all have the same
concerns and worries.  This is a safe haven.  You are safe here, and
nothing that happens here passes beyond the confines of this property." I
told him.

"Well. Thanks again." Tom said. I thought that I could detect a trace of
relief in his voice. "I'd love to come back sometime."

"Consider yourself invited!" I said as we walked to the car.

They left by nine thirty. "Nightcap everyone?" I asked.

We all returned to the house.

"He's either the world's greatest actor or a genuinely good man." Fred
said. "Tom is intelligent, perceptive, knowledgeable. Impossible that he
would get to be the Governor of Virginia."

"Not enough guile and pettiness to become the governor." Butch said.

"Men." I said. "You have forgotten brother Charlie in your calculations.
He has enough pettiness, guile and the taste for treachery that would make
him an ideal governor, were it not for his unattractiveness. I think he
likes his brother and will do what is necessary to help him along the way
to the Governor's Mansion."

We talked for another hour and then everyone went home. I had a quiet night
in my own bed alone. The next morning I was working in the garden when
Catfish came up to me.

"Was that Senator Smith you were with yesterday?" he asked.

"No, it wasn't." I said decisively. I looked him directly in the eye.

"Were you up in the garden last night?" I asked.

"Went to bed early last night. Dead to the world. Wouldn't have heard an
atomic bomb if it went off." Catfish replied.

Catfish I could trust.

Next Monday's exercise class had good attendance. Juan mentioned that there
was some unease in the prisoners, a sense that something was going to
happen. Karl and Carter, the two bear guards had noticed the same thing.  I
modified the daily instructions to the staff to put everyone on a state of
alert. It was a caution, not an alert. An alert would need to be reported
to Richmond.

Juan and Karl hit it off really well. They shared a common interest in
Mexican food.  Karl had an interest in Mexican cock too. I was worried that
Carter might not like his friend playing with the cook, but they worked it
out. Juan sat on the marble bench in the steam room and Karl bent over to
suck him, exposing his ass. Carter saw his opportunity and slipped his big
cock in Karl's ass. All three seemed to enjoy the experience.

Most of the activity in the steam room was oral, outright fucking was
comparatively rare. Carter precipitated a general round of intense sexual
activity. Catfish and Ed were going at it good. Ed was on his back taking
Catfish's horse cock well and seeming to enjoy it. With sweat dripping down
their bodies, matting their body hair, Catfish's cock glistened with sweat
and pre cum as he pumped.

Ed seemed invigorated.  He was an active bottom, trying to please Catfish
and himself. He had a puddle of pre cum on his belly, filling his navel. I
took some and coated his cock with it. I put the rest on Catfish's member.
I liked the idea of lubricating a man with his own drippings. Both men
obviously enjoyed it.

The atmosphere in the steam room was sexually charged, but relaxed. There
was no need to hurry or rush. No embarrassment at indulging one own
interest, no concern that someone would find out or discover your deepest
secrets.

I left the room, showered and went home. I made dinner for myself and sat
down with a book, looking forward to a quiet night at home. Lights showed
that Chuck and Catfish were home in the cabins.

I saw headlights coming down the drive.  I was the florists' delivery
van. Jackson emerged.

"I haven't missed another birthday have I?" I asked.

"Not this time!" Jackson flounced into the front hall. "Forewarned is fore
armed."

"Ok. What's up?"

"The word is out. One of your prisoners was at Western Unit 4, and knows
who was responsible. He liked one of the men who committed suicide."
Jackson said. "He is thinking of solving the problem himself. "

"Names?" I asked. Jackson looked very uncomfortable.  "Jackson, you know a
nice modest disciplinary problem here is better than time at the big pen."

"Billy Carstairs." He said. Billy was the man who had the trouble with love
a week or two earlier. "Not only did he like the shrink from Western 4,
they porked his boyfriend here."

"Rape?"

"That boy likes it rough so the boundary between rape and true love is
fuzzy." Jackson was always realistic about guys' interests. "Billy's said
to have a prize winning exhibit from the State Fair hanging from between
his legs. Dumb, but he's a sweet guy."

"Not rough enough for the kid?"

"You got it." Jackson said. "I was hoping to try Billy myself when he gets
out. But if he gets revenge, it may be a long wait."

"Is there a plan?"

"Not to my knowledge. Be ready soon."

"Tanks for the head's up." I said. "Tell me, do you know the size of
everyman's cock in the prison?" He laughed.

"Eventually! I have been the highlight of graduation day, many a time!"
Jackson said. "You run a good clean operation here." He left.

I went over to see Catfish. He was the guard in Billy's section. I knocked
on the door and Catfish answered.

"Come on in Warden, Chuck and I were just relaxing." They were in jockey
shorts and some damp spots made it clear what they had been doing.

"I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"Well if you take those shorts of and join us you won't be interrupting."
Chuck said. "I'm just planning to drink some desert."

"Sure, you guys finish up and I'll be back." I said. Catfish stopped me.

"Take a seat." Catfish said. Chuck took up position at my cock and began
playing. I wasn't excited so he toyed with my soft cock as I explained the
situation to Catfish.

"Billy's closer to being normal than most of the guys here." Catfish
said. "But, I ain't no brain surgeon, but Billy takes the cake! That man is
some kind of dense!"

"Can we get Billy's friend to turn in his rapist?" I asked.

"That boy would need to move two steps up the social ladder to become
trash. He aspires to become trailer trash." Catfish said.  "I don't think
he has ever considered telling the truth." Chuck was enjoying my cock, and
just continued to play as Catfish and I talked.

"There might be a medical problem." I suggested. " Could we send the
trouble maker of for tests and get him out of our hair for a while?"

"Dr. Fred would play along?" Catfish asked.

"No problem there." I said. "He can justify multiple tests without too much
difficulty.  I could just talk to Billy and make him see the light."

"Warden, reasoning is not part of the man's makeup." Catfish
said. "Everyone knows that man to man sex is all over every prison in the
country, but no one can admit it. You can't tell him that you know about
his playmates. There's no telling how he would take it." Chuck was
beginning to affect my cock. Chuck was on his hands and knees.  Catfish got
behind him and began to toy with Chuck's cock and poke a finger into his
ass. Chuck didn't react.  He continued to suck.

"A medical problem is the best way to deal with this, I think." Catfish
said. "I'm sorry warden. I didn't think I was going to shoot again today,
but I feeling powerful urges." He deep cocked Chuck's ass. Chuck whimpered
a little, but went after my cock with renewed vigor.

I felt something wet on my leg. Chuck shot off, hands free. I unloaded in
his mouth and Catfish followed suit. Chuck didn't want to let go, but I
forced him off my cock. I squeezed the last drops of cum from my piss slit
and let him eat them. When I let go of his head he pounced on my cock again
enveloping the softening shaft in his mouth.

"Some day we need to spend a whole night together. I let you have all the
cock you want." I told him.

"It's an experience." Catfish said. "A real experience.