Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 05:34:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: alex <dovetail1128@yahoo.com>
Subject: From Prison, Part 2

From Prison - Part Two
Copyright Alex M.  dovetail1128@yahoo.com

Author's Note: When last we left Andy Lopez, he'd
awakened in a foul mood on his birthday, pissing off
Joe and chosing to forfeit his job as library porter
in order to stay in his cell feeling sorry for
himself. We pick up as he continues to reminisce about
former sex partners. This is a shorter installment,
just sex basically, with a longer one to post in a few
days. I've never been to prison, but am drawing on
prisoner emails for setting, so I apologize for errors
in the depiction. Feedback is most welcome. Thanks,
Alex.

and so we begin Part Two:

After Jamal was Darryl, my first corrections officer.
He was the one to pull me aside and tell me about
Jamal, figuring I'd be upset by it. I didn't shatter
his illusion by telling him that I'd been celebrating
Jamal's departure, enjoying the ability to piss
without blood, breathe deeply or swallow without pain.


We were in an office at the end of the block. He was
sitting on the edge of the desk, I was sitting in a
chair before him. All the while he was talking, in a
low, even voice, reciting the facts of Jamal's demise,
he had his hand on my shoulder, stroking or gripping
it lightly, soothing me.

I take a hint faster than most, and it wasn't too hard
to guess what was going through his mind. The bulge in
his pants was a good clue. To make it a little easier
for him-- shit, he was good looking and a guard,
though just about anyone would have been a step up
from Jamal-- I feigned appropriate distress, shaking
my head, whispering no,oh no and such. Soon he had two
hands on me, on my shoulders, "There, there, Lopez."

I faked a strangled sob, like I was trying to hold
back my grief, and he pulled me to my feet, hugging
me.

"Please," I told him, "please." I set my hands on his
chest, feeling his nipples harden beneath my palms.
Searching his eyes, wetting my lips, I let a tear roll
down my cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, so I
took hold of his hand, licking the salt away from the
pad. Then, without ever taking my eyes from his, I
sucked it into my mouth, working my tongue and
applying light suction for a mock blowjob. His breath
caught and he began to tremble. Pressing against him,
I felt his hardon.

I let his thumb slip from my mouth, "Please," I
whispered. I was still a pretty boy back then, with
shoulder-length brown hair, deep brown eyes and lashes
I could bat as well as any girl. "Help me." I set my
hand on his hot dick and started rubbing up and down.

"Oh yeah," he said. "Yeah, Lopez." He grabbed my ass
and pulled me tight against him, kneading the flesh
with incredibly strong fingers.

"I need you to fuck me, make me forget."

"Want to fuck you," he said, panting like a teenager,
before covering my lips with his own. That surprised
me. I hadn't pegged him for a kisser. It'd been a long
while since I'd been kissed; Jamal didn't do that "fag
shit". Some guys think using their tongue as a dental
probe makes for good kissing. Not in my book. I don't
want your tongue trying to touch my tonsils, okay.
Save that for your dick. Use your tongue to tease me.
Darryl did. He had a way of licking over my lips,
lightly sucking them, playing a gentle sort of tag
with my tongue, or just gently stroking it with his.
He could draw his slick lips against mine and dart his
tongue over or inside and I'd be groaning in no time,
hard as a rock and dripping cock juice.

Getting together with Darryl was tough. He floated
blocks when other guards got sick, or would pull
shifts when I was supposed to be working or in lock
down. Occasionally he could sneak me away, but not
often. One time, it'd been like three weeks since we'd
been together, I was almost ready to take in a new man
when he came for me.

Sneaking me into the office he pushed me up against
the wall and started kissing me. Jesus, he was making
deliberate, possessive love to my mouth, and that got
me off in only a few minutes, together with the
friction we made rubbing our groins together. I
started gasping, but refused to let go of the kiss.
When I stiffened up and started thrusting against him,
he caught on and used his tongue to mimic the thrusts.
In moments I was seeing stars, faint and weak as if
I'd shot all my strength out along with my sperm.

"You okay, baby?" He was kneading my ass as I
convulsed against him with the aftershocks of one
amazing orgasm.

"Yeah," I said, still breathless, clinging to him.

"Poor baby, I'm sorry you've had such a long wait."
He started down my neck, licking and sucking on the
sensitive skin.

"Oh Daddy, let me suck your cock. Please, I want to
eat your cum, Daddy." That kind of talk really got
Darryl going. And watching him, feeling him get off on
it, got me off.

"Yeah, baby. Suck me, suck Daddy's cock." He opened
his fly, pulled his fat cock out and pushed me down.
Stroking it, he said, "You like my cock, baby?" I
nodded and licked my lips. "Then take Daddy's cock,
suck it, baby. Eat Daddy's cum. Oh, oh, oh... Oh
yeah." I masturbated myself to another orgasm while I
sucked him off. He had the best tasting cum of anyone
I've ever blown. I used to think he ate nothing but
pineapple-- his juice was sweet and tangy, just like
the tropical fruit.

Maybe I'd still be with him if he hadn't transferred
down state to take care of his mother. Being such a
decent guy, he asked Tull to keep an eye out for me.
Tull doesn't mess around, but he has kept the
troublemakers from bothering my ass, and after
Harrison arrived, let him know I wasn't here for his
amusement.

tbc...