From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: Prison Sex
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:32:55 GMT
Prison Sex
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Some people have these wild fantasies that you read about, that
involve being locked up in a jail or prison. But, I can tell you
that the prospects for sexual activity was the last thing on my
mind when the Judge sentenced me to serve thirty days for
violating a state tax laws. My attorney was busily trying to
tell me that I had gotten a good deal in only having to serve
thirty days. I thought, at the moment, that he was crazy.
Thirty days! How was I going to hold my company together from a
jail cell? Well, I had three weeks to figure it out before I had
to turn myself in and begin serving my time. Those three weeks
went by quite rapidly, and suddenly I was living my final hours
of freedom. I was told that it would not be too bad because I
was not actually going to be serving my sentence in the regular
jail. Instead, I had been classified to serve it in a work
release facility. Most of the people in this program left each
day to go to their jobs, returning at night to dine on such
culinary delights as Friskies Inmate Blend catfood and catch a
few winks before their next venture back into the real world.
But, my self-employment status meant that I was going to remain a
full-time resident at the county hotel! If there was any
consolation in my mind, prior to actually turning myself in, it
was that I was being allowed to bring in my own clothing and work
materials provided they would fit in the locker in the room
assigned to me. The magic hour arrived. Time to turn myself in.
My heart was in my throat... my nerves were working in
overdrive. An officer asked me to empty all of my belongings
onto a table for inspection and following that, I was escorted
into an unoccupied cell area to be strip searched. There is no
thrill in taking off your clothes for a tired old troll wearing a
badge and following his instructions as he tells you to open your
mouth and lift your tongue, raise both arms above your head, turn
around and show the bottom of your feet, bend over and spread
your ass cheeks, turn around and lift your cock and nuts...
Fortunately, I did not have the foresight to try and attach any
contraband to the underside of my balls, or any other part of my
body for that matter. I was told to re-dress and was assigned to
a living unit. I had seen a few of the guys when I first walked
into the building. They looked like gutter trash, kind of like
the stereotype of people who might be in jail. All I could think
is, "Just be cool about this. Don't panic." A few minutes later,
a Dorm Rep (an inmate who is the liaison to staff for a living
unit) escorted me to my new home for the next month. We walked
up the ramp and into the dormitory. It was quite impressionable.
Although we were never locked into our rooms or living units,
there were plenty of bars around. They were leftover's from a
time years ago when this had once been the county jail, before
their new modern jail had opened. I was taken around the unit
and showed the television room, recreation room, laundry
facilities, and finally the cell that I would share with another
person. It seemed very informal and other than the bars,
unimposing. I was also very pleasantly surprised to see some
very, very hot young men in this unit. And, in particular, one
who I recognized, and from the look on his face I knew he
recognized me, from a popular gay disco. After getting my
belongings put away and making my bed, I sat down and talked with
my roommate, Merle. He was a really good looking guy in his late
20's, serving about another week for having a dirty urinalysis
test while on probation. He kinda told me how everything in the
place worked, what to do, what not to do, and who to watch out
for. I started to do some exploring on my own and struck up a
conversation with two really hot 21-year-old guys. Both of them
lived in my unit (there were 8 separate units) and both of them
had very defined bodies. Patrick and Eric were very pleasing to
the eye and definitely had an affect on my groin. My cock was
stirring in my shorts. That night, after lights went out at
eleven and the guards made their only head-count for the night to
ensure that everyone was in their bed, there was some ruffling
around down below me. Merle, who had the lower bunk was making
some kind of noise in the sheets. I got the impression really
quick that he was jacking his meat because of the increased
breathing I heard. Well, not one to be shy (I guess I figured
that if he was gonna be so forward so quick, I may as well be,
also), I threw my head over the side of the bunk. Merle wasted
no time pulling the sheet down and exposing his thick eight inch
tool which was rock hard and his fist was flying up and down the
length of it. His eyes told me that he was hoping I would come
on down and give him a helping hand... or perhaps.. a helping
something else... Who was I to deny a hot man in need. I hopped
outta the sack and got involved by tugging on his balls at first
while he was still jacking his cock. Then, he instinctively
grabbed my head, gently, and encouraged me to bring my mouth to
rest on his hot tool. It was absolutely mouth-watering and
mesmerizing. I took that cock in my mouth and worked my tongue
around the head and then down the shaft until I had it completely
buried in my throat and he was going nuts from the feel of my
chin stubble as it rubbed against his balls. After about twenty
seconds of having my throat completely plugged, I had to come up
for air. When I did this, Merle just started pumping my mouth
like it was an asshole screaming to be fucked. It was hot. I
rode that dick with my mouth for about ten minutes. When he said
he was about to cum, I took my mouth off that dick and sucked on
his balls while he gave it a couple of final tugs and sent his
load spraying against the bottom of my bunk above our heads and
leaving some of that gooey spunk on his chest and abdomen. I
looked up at him and his eyes were still closed as I let his nuts
slide out of my mouth. But, suddenly I got a real surprise.
While Merle continued to lay there in bliss, I looked to my left
and noticed Eric, the kid I had talked with a few hours earlier,
who lived in the cell next to Merle and I, standing there at the
door of our room with his cock in his hand. Eric was a
spectacular man to look at. He not only had the boyish looks
typical of most 21 year old guys, but he had a short, muscular
body. He was around 5'8" and maybe 150 pounds of solid muscle.
His short stature was really offset now... now that he had a
magnificent cock standing out at attention. It was longer than
Merle's and just about as thick. I would say it had to be at
least 9". I was really burning up, myself, having just helped
Merle take care of his needs, but not having even touched myself
yet. Merle rolled over and went to sleep. I motioned Eric to
come into the room and while I sat back on the commode and
dropped my drawers, exposing my steel-hard cock, Eric came over
and got down on the floor on his knees and began sucking my cock.
I wanted to taste his meat so bad, but he had other plans. He
told me to get up and lay across the desk in our cell. He then
crouched down behind me and began licking from my balls up to my
asshole and he spent a lot of time licking my ass. I mean, he
must have been down there for about fifteen or twenty minutes
driving me out of my mind. Finally, Eric spit on his hand and
slicked up that major hunk of meat he had and I felt it push
against my asshole. It felt wonderful as it slid in there. He
knew what he was doing and it did not take long before all of
that cock was up inside me. He rode my ass, desperately trying
to keep from moaning so as not to let on what was going on down
the cellblock, and after about five minutes, he pulled out and
shot his cum all over the underside of my balls and cock. I then
turned over and leaned back against the wall and used his cum as
lube to finish jacking my cock to climax. Eric was pinching and
biting my tits while I whacked my dick. Finally, I was there and
I shot a huge load all over his stomach. Eric kissed me and
returned to his cell, which he had to himself. I just wished
that I could have been assigned to THAT room. But, in about five
days, Merle was to move out and I would find out just what kind
of pleasure a guy who had his own room could have. There was
plenty more to cum!
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Jerry Gaither
E-mail: jerryg@pacbell.net
Home Page: http://www.GeoCities.com/SoHo/1344
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