Prison Sex . 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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