{Note: Those of you who are English majors may have noticed that part two was in the third person. I did that to best show the confusion of the first day or two in jail.}
I was returned to my cell. All eyes, again, followed me on the way and the remarks seemed more intense and hot. These guys were wanting sexually and had fastened on me. I felt like a deer in the gun sights. I touched my side pocket. The pills were there.
Once in my cell I took one of the pills and folded it in a small section of toilet paper. This afternoon was shower day.
My lunch was brought to me. This seems to have been the decision of the warden. I was never permitted into the dining hall and never out with the other prisons for time in the yard. I was brought out alone to walk around like a prize lion.
"Okay kid," said the grizzled guard. "Get naked and grab a towel. It's time to shower."
Before any shower, you had to get sprayed with the delousing stuff. Then when you washed, it still clung to you. I put one pill was put on the ledge over the shower and I began washing up. In a few minutes, the other three shower positions were filled with men. I tried not to look at them as they tenderly washed their foreskins and their asses, but I couldn't help noting that many had old faces but young bodies. I didn't dwell on it, I sure didn't want to get a hard on. That would be the end of me.
I finished, grabbed the wrapped pill in my hand and held it in my palm. I dried myself quickly and wrapped the towel around my waist. There was no guard in the passage. I waited, no way was I going to walk by myself.
Suddenly two prisoners appeared. I had never seen these guys before, but then, I didn't know all the inmates. One was a short muscular guy with a big nose, the other a tall slim bald or shaved head guy.
They were both grinning at me. The smaller one said, "You ready for our date?"
Well this was it.
"Guys, I'm not well. You know about that?"
"Yeah we heard some shit, but you're too pretty to worry us."
I turned around and popped the pill in my mouth. I mumbled hoarsely, "I don't feel too good."
The taller man said, "What you need it a my medicine. Get on your knees and go for it. It'll cure what ails you."
The short one said, "When you finish, get your ass ready for me, I have an injection for you."
They began laughing uproariously at their clever remarks when I felt my mouth filling with bubbling foam. I let it cascade down my chin and rolled my eyes up so only the white showed.
The tall one dropped his hard grip on my arm and stepped back. "Holy shit!"
He looked scared. The two stared at each other a moment and then hurried away. I wiped my mouth but the returning guard saw my condition and pulled me out of the passageway and a few doors further was the infirmary.
A male nurse, I hadn't seen the first visit, on my check up, took over and pulled me over to a room that had two cots. I guess this was their hospital.
"Lie there. Doc is coming later today. You have to wait for him. I'm an inmate like you. I don't know shit about medicine."
I noticed that he kept away from me. He must have been scared too as I still had some foam on my chin. I know how Father Damien must have felt.
I saw that there was a newspaper on the night stand. I took it and propped myself up on a pillow, crossed my legs and began reading it. I noticed, from time to time, the young kid kept peeking in at me. Suddenly I smacked my forehead. I must have been really out of it with my fake disease not noticing that he resembled dead Georgie. Of course, this kid was more muscular, but he had the same blue eyes and facial features and pure white skin. I put my paper down and stared at the door, hoping he'd look in again.
He did.
I motioned for him to come in.
"What's your name?"
"Bobby."
I was still wearing only a towel. "Bobby, this thing with me. It's not contagious and this was the first time in a long time that it bothered me. You know, it's gone now, but I think I hurt my back when I fell."
He came completely in the room and stood near the bed. I could hear his breathing. This was a hot boi. I think when you are deprived, you are ready to catch sex fire immediately. I was getting excited myself.
"Where does it hurt? I can rub it for you."
"Way down the base of my spine."
I was evil! My ass is hot. I know. Using a mirror, once, I saw it, well, maybe more than once.
He moved the towel down so that my crack showed. Then he touched that base bone using one finger, like one would test a hot plate. When it didn't burn him, he put the palm of his hand and kneaded it a little.
"How's that?" he husked at me. Poor kid was getting drunk on me.
"Nice," I said breathily, "But it's a little lower and it goes all the way around to the front."
For the first time, he realized my game and he giggled a bit. Oh my, we have a girlie boi here. Might as well go for broke. I turned myself around and my big cock was half hard and slightly sticking away from my body.
He took it reverently in one warm hand. "Does this hurt too?" he asked smiling broadly.
"Yeah, it needs a lot of attention, and I think you know enough medicine to help the problem."
He nodded and began an excruciatingly slow and tender wanking. I don't know where he learned that, but soft and easy always wins and it was kinda like I do myself. In one minute I fell in love with his lovely hand. He was in total control of me and I happily gave myself up to him.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Oh, oh," Was all I could say and he nodded with satisfaction.
"I am famous with the guys here for my hand job skills. I get two packs of cigarettes for easy job. What you goin' give me besides your spunk?"
My mind raced. I could give him my towel, that's all I had here, or...that's it...a return wank. I stopped thinking, slipping into the oblivion of sexual trance. I think I was feeling some early signs of my coming cum when my eyes snapped open at the sound of an amused voice saying, "Bobby. I'm jealous, you never told me about your talents."
It was the young doc.
He stood just inside the door and locked it. He slipped his green scrub shirt off and then his white canvas shoes. He pulled the cord on his loose pants and there he was, naked as a baby. Well, babies don't have a big stiff cock protruding from below their six pack.
He came over to us. "Suppose I lay on my back on the table and I think that Bobby would like a sincere fucking from the doctor. It's known to cure unrequited passion."
In a dream, almost, I got up and stood next to the table. Doc laid himself down on his back and, wow, Bobby got up on the table and lowered himself onto the doc's stiff member. He groaned in satisfaction as his perky ass hit the doc's pubic hair.
Doc husked, "You guys, for the duration of this exercise, call me Jack. Now Tom, Tom the pumpkin eater...There is was again! You might want to give some oral ministrations to our impaled friend."
Bobby's prick was bobbing up and down as he began fucking himself on Jack's sturdy prick. What a sight. I put my head between his hot thighs and licked the moist head. Oh, what a honied flavor. He gulped vocally at the feeling and began rubbing my head with one hand, the other was pushing him up and down. What a fit boi he was.
Bobby was definitely a grunter. I liked that. I was a noisy sucker. Doc was a old fashioned moaner. Our trio harmonized unmusically, but sexually we were making closer music than a barber shop rendition.
Bobby was now pre cumming furiously, his cock stiff and vibrating. Jack's moans were reaching the "warning, I'm getting close" stage. As for me, the excitement was getting to me even though there was no physical stimulation of my cock. I felt like I was on the edge, just waiting for the others to give up and let themselves tumble into their orgasm. But try as I might, I couldn't stop myself. With a mighty roar, I began pelting Jack's legs with me spooge. He felt it and his hips reared up and his moans became gagging hiccups as he began shooting into Bobby's hot hole.
Bobby's orgasm was so profound that he couldn't keep up his up and down motions. He settled down on the shooting organ and let his own orgasm overtake him. His eyes rolled up and his face screwed up into a cum mask.
The smell of young sperm filled the air. I moved away from Bobby, Bobby weakly pulled his ass off Jack and jack lay there drawing deep breaths.
"Okay you two, back to professional stuff. Tom, into bed and stay there until I finish your chart. Bobby get dressed and straighten out this sex den."
I put my towel back on, lay in bed watching Bobby grinning and cleaning up the area. "You know Tom, tomorrow is my last day here."
"You leaning this cushy job with doc?"
"No, I'm being discharged, my sentence is up."
Doc heard our conversation and came in. "Say Tom, how would you like to take Bobby's place, I need an assistant and it's advisable to keep you away from the prison population."
I told him that I would really love that and that I'd work hard.
When the Doc left the room, Bobby said, "Ask the Doc about the happy drink."
I looked at him perplexed, but I learned about it on the very first day as med. Asst.
End of chapter