Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2003 10:44:30 -0400
From: rovendell@hotmail.com
Subject: prisoner of love part 2

When I got back to my cell after sucking Joe off I slept, a sweet contented
sleep. My mind must have been filled with the incredibly hot images of
Joe's cock filling my mouth and streams of cum shooting from his piss hole
because when I awoke I was drenched in my own semen having had multiple
nocturnal emissions. I cleaned myself off and waited for Joe to appear. He
too had probably slept after.

Saturday turned into Sunday and still no Joe. What was going on? Was he
down the hall telling all the guys about the punk faggot that had sucked
him off? Or was it just guilt from residues of religion. Had I blown it, so
to speak, and he would never speak to me again? I was in despair, in
agonies of doubt and yet at the same time never hornier, never more turned
on as the ecstasy of taking Joe's thick hard cock into my mouth and running
my tongue all over its silky firmness played over and over in my mind. I
guess I could have gone to see him. Perhaps he was going through the same
thing, wondering whether I was too embarrassed to see him, or thinking that
I regretted what I had done, what we had done. But I stayed put, waiting
for him to come to me.

Finally, that Monday night just before lock up he appeared in the doorway
of my cell, giving me his usual goofy, yet sexy, grin. Did this mean
everything was all right?  Apparently it did because we exchanged some
pleasantries and then in a forced whisper with a mischievous raising of an
eyebrow and a half wink he asked when I would like to have another go. We
arranged for another session of Joe gets a blow for the next day.  And so
began a couple of weeks of bliss, of constant hardons and me sucking down
every morning Joe's sweet spunk..

One day out of the blue, just after I had licked his shrinking cock clean
he asked if next time could he fuck me. I told him I would think about
it. I hadn't been fucked in years. In fact I had only been fucked once,
when I was fourteen, by a friend and it hadn't been a big success. I had
avoided anal sex since, concentrating strictly on oral simulation. But this
was Joe, sweet sexy Joe, who's mere presence gave me a raging hardon.  How
could I deny him anything? So I agreed, reluctantly, that yes he could fuck
me in the ass.  However, before he could he had to do one thing for me. He
had to jerk off in front of me and cum all over my face. I didn't think my
demand would be a big deal, after all I had been sucking his cock every day
for the past two weeks, surely we were past any shyness.  But he didn't
want to do it! I was flabbergasted. He said it was demeaning.  No Joe its
hot and sexy. I remained firm (in more ways than one). Finally, his lust
for my tight ass won out and he reluctantly agreed that that night he would
play with his cock, stroke his long hard member and let the streams of cum
come to rest on my joyful upturned face.

The time had arrived. I could tell from the considerable bulge in his
shorts that Joe was already hard. I sat on the bed facing his crotch
waiting to be entertained.  He tried again to get out of it trying to sweet
talk me into letting him fuck my ass. No Joe I told him take that cock out
right now and jerk off. He was practically weeping as he undid his shorts
and slid them down letting his hard cock bounce up and away from the ring
of blond hair that graced his groin. I was so tempted to grab that cock
that I knew so well now and just suck him off but I was resolved to play
this out. He just stood there in all his naked glory, his gorgeous cock
fully erect and throbbing slightly. "Come on Joe" I urged him "stroke that
cock." With a trembling hand he grasped his hardon and begged "please don't
make me do this." Jesus Christ I thought, what the hell is the problem. I
was getting mad. With a commanding voice I told him to start stroking his
cock or else he would regret it. And so he began, shyly at first, lightly
rubbing his hand up and down the shaft.  Soon I could tell that he was
getting into it though. His grip had tightened and the veins along the side
of his cock would bulge as he stroked up and down. The head of his cock was
bigger, engorged with blood that had made it purple. His nipples were hard
and he had a dreamy look on his face as the sexual tension and intensity
increased. "Play with your balls" I commanded. With his free hand he cupped
his scrotum and pulled downwards making his cock even bigger and sending
him into spasms of pleasure. From his ragged breathing I could tell he was
getting close to cumming. I watched, fascinated, as his cock thickened, his
whole crotched tensed and then with a powerful thrust and twitch he sent a
thick wad of cum spraying into space and down onto my face. He continued to
stroke, lost in the haze of climax and jets of cum continued to spurt from
his cock and drench me in their sticky goodness.

Eventually there seemed to be no more cum and he stopped stroking his cock.
My face was covered. Some of the cum was running off my chin and dripping
onto my chest.  With my fingers I scooped up some of the spunk and then
licked them off. He had done it. My Joe had masturbated in front of me and
cum all over my face even though he did not want to. Man hath no greater
love. I was profoundly moved as well as turned on.  Now, from experience, I
knew that this was just act 1 and that his cock would remain hard and ready
for more action. But I wouldn't make him continue. So, with my face still
covered in his love juices I leaned forward and took his throbbing cock in
my mouth.

Perhaps it was because I had never sucked him off while he stood, perhaps
it was payback for my insistence earlier that he jerk off but this time he
took control. He grabbed my head and forced me down onto his cock, roughly
shoving his swollen dick deep down my throat. My face was pressed against
his crotch, his cum on my face squishing into his pubes. Then he began to
rock his hips fucking my face, forcing his long hard cock in and out of my
willing mouth, pounding it in and out, gyrating, pushing his cock into
every corner of my mouth. It had never been like this before but what could
I do, I loved it. Just before he came he held me down. I could feel his
cock thicken in my hot wet mouth and the streams of semen pulsate down his
shaft before they shot down my throat. Finally he released me and let his
softening cock slip from my mouth. With a wicked smile Joe looked down at
me and said "So when can I fuck you?"