Play Pen Six
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
I told Butch to get Ram and to join me in the bed. I was dead tired and told them to give me a quick nap and I would see what I could do. They got in bed, one on each side of me. I put my head on the pillow and woke at five in the morning. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I checked out the house. Ed and Karl were sleeping in the guest bedroom. The house isn't air conditioned, but the ceilings are high and it was comfortable, but warm. They were naked, and uncovered. Both Ed and Karl had a morning erection. I then returned to my room.
Butch was erect, but Ram was relaxed sleeping on his side, with his monster cock and balls draped on the sheets. Butch stirred. He looked at me and motioned to come to the bed. He normally likes to solve the problem with his piss hard-on in my ass.
"You look hard enough to take Ram with no problem." I whispered. "You look mighty ripe!"
"Just a quick fuck, Willie." Butch said, "I need it now. A little priming the pump would be nice."
I got back into bed and Butch coated his cock with lubricant. It slipped in easily, as it had hundreds of times before. And, as a hundred of times before, I was overcome with intense feelings of sexual pleasure and affection. He entered from the rear, and slowly rubbed the underside of his cock on my prostate. It was more a penis massage than intercourse. Oddly, neither of us had ever climaxed in this position. I was fully erect and leaking, the pressure of my sphincter on his cock kept him hard, it was a muscle cock ring.
Ram woke, rolled over and watched us. He pivoted around and licked the piss slit of my rock hard cock. He licked the head, then tongued the ultra sensitive ridge between my head and the shaft. His still soft cock was at my mouth and I took the head. I tasted the sweetness of dried pre cum at the slit and worked my tongue into the slit. It was wide and I had the sensation of getting deep into his cum tunnel.
He then sucked my balls, and then began licking the tender area between my balls and hole. I was about as excited as I could get. Ram's horse cock seemed to enlarge with every lick he made. When he began licking Butch's cock and my ass ring as Butch slowly pumped my ass, Butch moaned, and Ram oozed a huge bead of pre cum. My first taste of him sent an involuntary twitch through my body.
The joy of oral sex with a man is the intensity of sensation. The soft member engorging and becoming hard and slick and the musky smell of the genitals and the heat excites me. But the taste of the man's lube always turns me on. My balls and prostate go into high gear in the drive to climax. When sixty-nining you have a second to second gage of the state of arousal of your partner. Ram was hot and ready.
Butch withdrew from my ass, and Ram replaced his cock with his tongue.
"I think he's ready Ram." Butch said. "I've warmed him up for you." Ram rotated again, and soon had my legs on his shoulders and cock at my hole. Butch covered Ram's cock with lubricant. My ass was already well greased by Butch's cock. "Go get the boys from the next room." Ram told Butch. "I may need their help."
I didn't know what Ram had in mind. Then my ass felt a twinge of pain when Ram's massive cock head entered. It subsided when the head was inside. He stopped, pulled out and went in again. After ten or twelve repeats, my hole adjusted to the massive head and I began to try to grasp the edge of the head with my sphincter. My body began to respond to his toying with my hole. Ed and Karl entered the room with Butch. Both were already hard.
"Look at that!" Karl said when he got closer. "It looks like a telephone pole in the warden's ass."
"Butch said that you were a responsive man." Ram said to me. "You are trying to grab it, aren't you?" I nodded. "Ever had a man as big as me in you before?" I shook my head as I squeezed my ass ring as hard as I could. "That's wonderful, Willy! Just wonderful. I've never gone in so easily! Now I'm going to pull out and let Karl fuck you for a little while. Lube Karl up Butch." Ram pulled out and Karl went deep. Karl's cock was a good size, but not exceptional. He seemed relaxing after the stretching exercise. My ass quickly adjusted to the new diameter.
"Don't be afraid to shoot, Karl." Ram said. "Some cum deep in his ass is the best lube." I was feeling great. The red bear seemed to have a short fuse and he quickened his pace. He was sweating profusely as he went into over drive gasping and twitching as he shot his load. He tried to pull out, but Ram wouldn't let him. "Shoot it all Karl! Leave the whole load in there!"
Karl had calmed down by the time he pulled all the way out. Butch re lubricated Ram's cock. Ram popped the head the ass ring three or four times and then went in six inches. He rammed my prostate this time, pulled out and did it again. The cock stretched me to the limit, but the pressure on my prostate was wonderful.
"There's nothing like sperm to lubricate the love tunnel, is there?" Ram said. "It's perfect." He began to slow fuck me with only half of his cock. Each time his cock head caressed my prostate deep in my ass. I was surprised that the huge dong didn't hurt, and soon I was trying to rotate my ass to feel it in different parts of my ass.
"Damn it, Willy, You want more don't you?" Ram asked. "Now just relax, its Ed's turn to pave the way." Butch was lubricating Ed, and soon he was at my ass. His uncut cock was totally free of the skin, and all eight inches were glistening in the dim, early morning light. "Go all the way Ed." Ram instructed.
Ed positively glowed as his cock sunk deep in my ass. His face had a look of deep satisfaction as if he had been waiting for years to do this. He looked energetic and alive.
"How long has it been?" I asked.
"Two, three years." Ed said. "But worth the wait!"
"Don't be afraid to shoot." Ram said. "I want your cum." "Take your time Ed." I said. "Do what feels natural." Nature took it course quickly. Ed's whole body shook as he had a spectacular orgasm. It was one of those rare times when I felt a tickling sensation as he shot every fluid trapped in his balls into my ass. He literally looked drained as he withdrew. The glow of sexual satisfaction remained.
Butch coated Ram's cock for a third time. Ram entered my ass. First the head, then to six inches, then to nine. He began slow fucking. I couldn't think, and was having trouble breathing. Waves of sensation emanated from my hole. Karl's telephone pole comment stuck in my mind.
"Just relax and let nature take its course, Willy." Ram said, "I'm in no hurry." There was great pressure on my prostate. As he slowly pumped, my tunnel began to adjust and fit the throbbing cock. "How much did you shoot in there, Ed?" Ram asked. "My cock is floating in jiz."
"I don't know." Ed said. "But if you only fuck every two or three years, it seems to me that you can drop a bucketful."
"Butch, can you do the final lubricating?" Ram asked. Karl coated Butch's cock, and Butch replaced Ram in my ass.
"Shit, Willy. It feels like you have a new ass." Butch observed. "Tighten it up. Milk me." I squeezed, and Butch popped. He finished shooting and with drew. Ram was lubricated for the fourth time.
This time Ram went into the hilt in one slow but firm thrust. I gasped. It is rare when a forty-five-year-old man gets to feel a completely new sensation. My whole love tunnel was tingling. Four cocks of different lengths and diameter had given it a workout. It had stretched and contracted for each of the eight penetrations and every inch was alive with sensation. Ram was deeper than any other man had been. The pressure on my prostate was incredible.
Ram's dong total filled the tunnel and it felt as if there was no room for my prostate. With every thrust the intensity built. Butch, Karl and Ed encouraged me. Playing with my tits and cock. Ram had been very much in control, he thrust way deep, and lost it. His cock took control. He began to shiver in sexual excitement. I felt his cock expand a little more.
His excitement directly transferred into my ass and spread through my body. My prostate wanted to bloat and harden to start the ejaculatory process, but couldn't because Ram' cock left no room for it to expand. He was deep thrusting, and he pulled out so that only the massive head was in my hole. The soft connection between the underside of his cock head and the shaft gave my prostate the opportunity it needed.
Ram later told me he felt the prostate inflate and go rock hard squeezing the edge of penis. He thrust in hard and forced all of the contents of my love nut into the balls and cock. I exploded in a spectacular orgasm. Ram began to shoot. My cock suddenly shot off. Ed watched my first spurts of cum, and took my cock into his mouth.
I had no idea how long the orgasm lasted. It seemed like hours. Eventually Ram withdrew and we both collapsed on the bed and slept.
I awoke at seven, the sun was up and I was due back at the prison at nine. I went to the bathroom, showered and dressed. Karl cooked breakfast for everyone, and everyone who was due at eight went to work. Ed alone remained, he was to be at the prison at nine.
"Thank you." He said. "That was the hottest scene I've ever been in."
I smiled. "It is real near the top ten on my list too!" I said. "I appreciated your contribution."
"He looked at me. "You enjoyed it? Did it bother you to be used by all of us?"
"Ed, did you use me, or I use you?" I replied. "I liked it, you liked it, what more is there?"
"I mean, I'm a guard, you're the warden."
"We are all men, we're all adult, we all have likes and dislikes. If I have an itch in my ass and you have a tool to scratch it, why not?" I said, "Have you ever been in a group before you got here?"
"Once in the army. Everyone was too uptight and embarrassed to have fun."
"Well Ed. Embarrassed and up tight is not a problem here. No problem at all."
"I really enjoyed it this morning." Ed said.
"You are embarrassed at enjoying it?"
"Yep."
"You had better to get accustomed to being embarrassed." I said smiling.
"That is something I think I can do!" Ed said. "As a mater of fact, I think I might enjoy doing!"
We left the house for the prison. Morning was filled with doing the paper work associated with the incident of the day before. I interviewed the men involved. The younger man was twenty-four, small. Cute and dumb as a post. He was a bit cocky, and over confident. He was too stupid to know that cute doesn't age well and by the time he made thirty he would be just pathetic. He was not over confident and cocky when he left my office.
The other man was fifty, big, homely and dumb. Dumb is a fairly universal characteristic of the inmates. Some have street smarts, but no one gave up a promising career in physics or medicine to take up a life of crime. He knew he was in trouble and was appropriately downcast. This was this third trip to jail, each time he was an accessory to a crime, who got caught while the main perpetrator escaped.
I gave him a talk on selecting friends better. When I said he was big, he was big everywhere, and he had his equipment displayed in his pants. I looked him straight in the crotch and told him that he should look for friends who could appreciate him for what he could offer, and keep away from street punks. I have no idea if he knew what I was saying to him. As I said, he was dumb.
I took the prison off alert the next day, and the institution returned to its regular routine. Exercise class returned to the usual schedule, but I was too busy to participate. Butch told me that the classes were relaxed and pleasant. The new men fit in well.
A new batch of inmates arrived Monday. At three that day Butch, Ram and Paul came to my office. "There's a snake in the woodpile." Butch announced.
"I hear the jungle drums beating, What do they tell you, Mandingo?" I asked in by best White hunter voice.
"Something wrong with the new inmates." Paul said. " They don't fit the profile of the prisoners we usually get."
"This is a low to medium security facility. These guys are trouble makers." Ram said. "Twelve of the men are our normal meat and potato inmates. Four are trouble."
"Someone is trying to sneak them in?" I asked.
"Looks that way to me." Butch said.
"Send me their records and let me look them over." I said, and the meeting broke up. The four suspect inmates were transferred at Richmond's specific request, although the person requesting the request was not identified. I could find out with my own connections in the Department of Corrections, but had a clear idea of the game afoot. I was to be the warden of a "troubled" prison, who would need to be replaced with a man who could "straighten things out."
This is a traditional Virginia approach to problems. With colleges the state likes to cut budgets, make massive demands for efficiency and cost effectiveness, and then complain that the quality of education is suffering. They demand that professors teach more students in a class, then complain that class sizes are too big. In prisons they load up a prison with the refuse of the world and then wonder why there are incidents.
I called Warden Smith.
"Charlie, I want to thank you for those men you transferred here. Ram especially is a good find. He's been very helpful." I said.
Smith laughed. "There was something about that guy that I thought you would like. The other guys are working out all right?"
"All are fine. How goes things with your wife's mother?" I asked. "I think she was out of town visiting her the last time you visited."
"Not good, Doris doesn't want to admit it, but we need to look at nursing homes. Doris is spending more and more time in Roanoke. She's there now. Won't be back until next Monday." Charlie said.
"Come over for dinner." I said. "You're always welcome."
"Too busy to leave the prison this week. But I will be in Richmond Friday, I could drop by on the way back?"
"Consider it a date."
It was safe to assume that they bugged the phones, and I always admired Charlie's ability to understand the situation. We discussed prison business for the rest of the call.
That night the door bell of my house rang at seven thirty. Out the window I saw a florist delivery truck. It was Jackson Wright.
"Helen is fifty tomorrow!" He breezed in the room with a huge bouquet of flowers. "I thought you shouldn't forget!" I had forgotten. Helen is my secretary, a pillar of efficiency and devotion. He husband had been a state trooper killed in an accident three months after I came to the prison. I had been helpful and supportive and ever since we had the perfect professional relationship.
"Thank God you remembered!" I exclaimed. "I'd have been up the creek without an oar if she got mad at me. Send me the bill."
He sat the flowers down. "You have some new inmates, I've heard."
"I don't believe how fast news travels. Yes we do." I said.
"Trouble in them thar hills!" Jackson said. "Big trouble."
"Do you have details?"
"Sure do." Jackson sounded like a Hollywood gossip columnist, but his information had always been correct and accurate. "They are man candy. Very sexy, very willing and they turn their victims in. Stool pigeons. Very rough, they like pain and then they like to humiliate their victims. Arrest and destroy them. "
"Are they after guards or other prisoners?" I asked.
"Guards and staff mostly. Prisoners are just recreation." Jackson said. "Do you remember that string of suicides at Western Unit 4? That was them."
"From their records I thought their problem was fighting?"
"They like beating up guys all right. That's how they get in close contact with the staff. The staff shrink and assistant warden were trying to help them. They are the ones who killed themselves."
"Who do they work for?"
"I don't know. My guess is that there is something rotten in Richmond. My informants don't move in those elevated circles."
"Thanks for the warning." I said.
"Just doing what I can to protect the brother hood." Jackson said as he left.