This story is a present to a friend who told me about his experience studying in the Emerald Isle. Sadly for him, it is a work of fiction and the events herein are the results of a fevered imagination transfigured by too much viewing of "educational films."
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Rick's Irish Prison Blues, Pt. 1
Rick only had a few weeks left before he came back to the United States from studying abroad in Ireland. He'd traveled all over Ireland and to London, and now was just relaxing for a time before the long plane ride took him back home to his friends and family in Minnesota. There were a few trips offered by the school he was at that he could still go on, if he wanted to, and today he was going off with some friends to view some old prison that had been turned into a tourist trap. It looked like it would be a pretty boring trip, like all college trips seemed to be, but Rick had a thing for prison scenes in the porn movies that he watched, and figured he might be able to use some of the stuff he saw there in his wank sessions later. Just thinking about some young guy getting gang-banged in a prison shower until he started begging for it made his dick start to twitch.
Rick checked his watch. There was still about an hour before he had to meet with the rest of the students to walk to the City Jail. With thoughts of men stroking their hard cocks through the cell bars, with the guards on their knees sucking them off, Rick started fondling his crotch with one hand, while rubbing his chest with the other. He had started doing sit-ups and push-ups recently, and his pecs and abs were really starting to shape up. Good thing, since he'd had his fair share of Irish beer during the trip. He pulled his shirt off over his head and rubbed his nipples a bit, slowly sliding his hand down his chest to feel the ab muscles that were turning in to a nice six-pack. Still rubbing his crotch with his other hand, he popped the top button of his jeans and started working the zipper down. His dick was already hard from the fantasies and from stroking it outside his jeans, so when the zipper opened up, it sprung out like a snake striking. Rick never wore underwear, liking the feeling of his rough jeans against his cock. He ran his fingers along his cock, caressing the flared head, drawing the bit of precum away from the tip. His cock twitched in his fingers, bouncing against his hard stomach. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and slowly stroked from the tip the base, feeling the thickness in his hand, feeling it swell even more. Stroking back up, the head flared even bigger, the hole at the top opening to let more precum gush out. Envisioning a young thug kneeling over a prison cot, getting fucked hard by a big-dicked rough-looking inmate, Rick got into a rhythm, stroking his cock all the way from the tip of the head to his cum-filled balls. He manoeuvered his other hand to start fondling his balls, squeezing and tugging gently, feeling the soft skin warm in his palm. He could almost feel the cum sloshing around in his balls wanting to shoot up through his shaft, erupting from the head of his hard cock. His cock was straining in his hand, as he stroked it faster and faster. Precum was pouring from the head, making it shiny with the slippery liquid, lessening the friction as he sped up his hand, sliding up and down the length of his shaft. Rick's head lolled about as the pleasure from deep inside his cock crashed over him.
Rick paused his stroking momentarily to pull his jeans the rest of the way down, bunching them at his legs, and falling back on the bed. Going back to his stroking, he ran a finger on his free hand over his cockhead, drawing a string of pearly precum away from the slit. He rubbed the sweet liquid on his lips, coating them, before letting his tongue run along them, tasting the fluid that was pouring from his cock.
Rick squeezed his cock on the upstroke, getting more precum to wash out over the head, and coated his index finger with it. Still stroking back and forth, he took ran the precum-coated finger along the line down the center of his balls to his tight hole. He rubbed the precum into the hole, lubing it up as it he pressed his finger into the ring. The finger slipped passed his sphincter, going in up to the first knuckle. He left it in just that deep, pushing and pulling against the edges of the hole, getting it to relax before going deeper. Pushing a little more, his finger went in to the second knuckle, and he started pulling it back out again. The feelings from having just his finger going back and forth in his ass were driving him wild and he needed more. Pushing his finger all the way in, rubbing it against his prostate gland, caused him to stroke his cock furiously, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge. With one hand, Rick was squeezing and pulling his cock, milking the precum from his steel-hard rod, faster and faster. With his other, he was driving first one, now two fingers in and out of his ultra-sensitive hole, wishing that it was the hard cock of some hot young Irish prisoner, their red, wiry pubic hair buffing his ass as they slammed home harder and harder. He was just about to the point of no return, the unstoppable feelings building up in his balls, getting ready to burst up the length of the twitching, drooling cock in his hand, when.....
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
"Hey, Rick, we're ready to go and just waiting for you! What's taking you so long?"
"I'm co-co-coming!" Rick hollered back, trying not to lose the images of a prison shower gang bang running through his mind.
The doorknob rattled, and turned, the door starting to open. Shit, Rick thought, didn't I lock that? The door open about an inch, when the chain on the door caught, and one of his classmates pushed their head into the space.
"Hey, why's the door chained? What are you doing in there?"
The cum that was boiling in his balls cooled down to a simmer, and Rick sighed in frustration. Damn it! I guess I'm not gonna get to finish this any time soon, he thought. "I was just taking a nap," he said to the face trying to see around the edge of the door. Fortunately the door opened to the other side of the room, so no one could see him with his rapidly shrinking dick in his hand. He got out of bed, pulled his jeans up and unlatched the door.
"Finally!" said his friend. "C'mon, let's go look at this creepy old prison." Well, sighed Rick to himself, looks like I'm gonna have a case of blueballs. I wish I could get fucked today. Damn it! I really need to cum!
He left the room, little realising that wishes sometimes do cum true....
To be continued