Bars
Wally Schwartz
Being in prison sucks, unless of course, you're a homosexual and the you are simply some of the most beautiful, chest men on the face of the earth. I was lying in my bunk thinking these exact thoughts when the beginnings of what I'd hoped to be an erotic daydream was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.
"What's up, bitch?" I was asked loudly by my best obnoxious friend, Buddy.
"Not much, just kickin' back until my visit gets here- The family hasn't been up to see me in three months, so I am really looking forward to seeing them today!"
Buddy sat down and started rolling a cigarette. "Yeah, I know what you mean! It's hard to get a visit when this fuckin' joint is way out in the middle of nowhere! But that is not why I came by, I want to know if you want to lay out in the sun for a while? Our spot behind the gym is open and all them men are out with barely any clothing on!"
"Well, I don't know. I guess it wouldn't hurt to get a little sun before my visit! Come on, I'll bring the radio, you bring the baby oil!"
"I hear ya'! " Buddy said as he headed for his cell to get his towel and baby oil.
Buddy is twenty-eight years old, but looks not a day over twenty-three. He has long blond hair and big brown eyes that go perfectly with his slim-waisted body. His body has virtually no hair on it. Some of the other inmates tell us that we look like brothers, if not identical twins. The only difference between me and Buddy is our eyes and our hair. My hair is long and brown, and I have big, soft-blue eyes. Everything else is pretty much the same-waist, height and weight.
Being in prison, both Buddy and I felt comfortable with the roles the men put us in as gays. Walking across the yard for our sunbathing ritual brought on plenty of whistles, wolf calls and stares.
"Looks like the sun is baking more than just bodies. Sounds like some of them are losing it upstairs!" Buddy commented as he absorbed the attention like a sponge in a puddle of water.
"You know you love it so why even try to play that hard to get routine?" I asked, laughing.
Buddy and I ambled towards our sunning spot. As my eyes turned to scan the yard for any hot roaming studs that might want to join us, my eyes made contact with Ziggy and I nearly melted on the spot. He's the leader of a prison tip.
The prison has several small gangs knows as tips. Ziggy and the other three in his gang had to be some of the most gorgeous men in the yard, and I know what they wanted. But how they were going to go about getting it was another story. The thought of becoming a tip bitch sent waves of enthusiasm through my body! Most tips have a tip bitch and use him specifically for the tip's own pleasure. The tip bitch is forbidden to fuck around with anybody that isn't in the tip. In return for his services, the tip bitch is well protected and taken care of in any way he needs. This was the opportunity I waited for since I hit the prison yard. I surely wasn't going to pass it up.
As our eyes made contact, the gang leader nodded at me, smiling. I smiled, too, and turned away to catch up with Buddy.
We arranged our towels, oiled our bodies and turned up the radio as we laid back to soak up some of the sun's rays. Our spot behind the gym, unseen by the guard's control tower due to some oversight in the construction of the prison, remained unknown to other inmates as well as Administration. Out spot provided us with freedom and privacy. Even if it was against the rules to be behind the barbed wire fences, Buddy and I were going to keep our spot for as long as we could get away with it.
I sensed a shadow blocking the sun and I thought a guard was standing over me, waiting to see my I.D. card. I opened my eyes and noticed the outline of four men. As my vision became clearer, I saw Ziggy.
"Mind if we join you?" he asked with a leer.
I looked at Buddy and smiled as I said, "Sure, no problem. There's plenty of room."
I turned onto my stomach, allowing the sun to drench my face in warmth, and, before I knew it, I felt a hand on my upper thigh. It was heading for my ass. Then, I heard a zipper opening and looked over to see Buddy sucking on Rob's long, slender piece of meat. Skeeter looked at me and started to unzip his cutoffs as I got to my knees. I felt Skeeter's fingers probe my ass as his rod slid down my throat and I groaned, thrusting my ass upward to receive him. Ziggy, the leader of this prison tip put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "You like it, don't you? Well, you're gonna get plenty of cock, I'll see to that!"
Ziggy stood up and gave me his prick to suck along with the one I was already working on. Meanwhile, Skeeter had loosened up my ass and was pushing his cockhead into me. I managed to look around and I noticed Buddy getting fucked by that sexy hunk, Rob, while he sucked Fred's dick.
"Get him good," Ziggy encouraged, holding my head in his hand while he fucked my face good and hard. "Give it to him real good!"
The heat of the vicious fucking I was getting was almost painful, yet wonderful, and I was a little bit relieved when Skeeter filled me with a load of his hot cum.
"Good!" leered Ziggy. "Now you get him!"
Rob didn't wait a minute. He pulled out of Buddy's ass and pounded his cock into me with all his force. Buddy wiggled his smooth cheeks invitingly at Ziggy. A sudden look of fear struck him, though, when Ziggy touched the enormous head of his cock to Buddy's ass. Buddy's plea of "easy!" went unheard. He sucked in his breath through his teeth when Ziggy entered him. I was groaning, too, from the hard fuck I had already received and because Rob's pounding of my ass didn't let up. Rob slapped my ass cheeks as he rode me hard and fast.
"Take him;' Ziggy urged, demonstrating his intentions on Buddy, who then sprayed his hairy belly and chest with cum in appreciation. The stud riding my ass added his jism to the lubrication in my hole and collapsed over me.
"My turn," claimed Fred, the gang member that Buddy had been sucking.
"Owww," I said as he plunged his throbbing rod deep into me, mounting me face to face.
"Arg!" Buddy moaned as Ziggy slapped his buns with his muscular legs with each thrust of his long, thick shaft. He got fucked harder for moaning.
The third fucker added his load to my insides as Ziggy pulled his massive cock out of Buddy's spasming asshole, leaving him whimpering for more. Ziggy stood over the pile of people that had me at the bottom and smacked the fucker's upturned ass. Fred, who had just shot his load of hot ball juice into me, dug his fingers into my shoulders, but didn't cry out. Only his dick responded, hardening again inside me as Ziggy delivered several more whacks to his ass cheeks. He also spanked Buddy's buns and each of his companions' backsides in turn.
While Ziggy whipped new fire into my already tender ass, Skeeter slipped his cock into Buddy's well-lubed throbbing fuckhole. Fred rolled me over so that I was face down, lifting my ass upwards. He got on his knees between my wide open legs to enter me from behind. The stud unloaded into me a second time.
"Now you," Ziggy told Buddy, pointing to my ass. "Get him." Buddy mounted me roughly as always, propping his hands on my shoulders as he pushed into my ass with his massive cockmeat.
My ass felt well-fucked. It was that wide open, relaxed, used feeling that takes several fucks in a row to bring on. I mumbled in delight as Ziggy smiled at me, threatening me with his massive fuck tool. He took aim at Buddy's ass and pelted him with his cock in quick sharp strokes, warming his ass. "Don't worry," Ziggy told me. "You'll get yours, tool"
Buddy pumped his load into me and jumped off. He stood aside, exhausted by the fucking he had delivered. Ziggy smacked my buns and seemed to dish out even harder strokes than before. I noticed the rest of the gang had taken strategic points around my body. With each slap I squirmed and moaned, intensified pleasure sensations running up and down my spine.
"You haven't been fucked real good yet," Ziggy said between a couple more smacks. "But I am going to tend to it as soon as I get your little ass warmed up!"
Rob came over and held my ankles down. In a short time, my ass and. legs tingled hotly. When I was prepped to his satisfaction and whimpering helplessly, Ziggy ran his fingers over the cheeks of my ass. He let one wet finger drift into my asshole, which yielded readily after having been fucked three times. Then, he wet his cock with spit and punched the enormous head just inside my tight ring. I yelped as he kneaded my burning cheeks with his large hands, waiting for me to loosen up, and then he slowly pulled my ass towards him, impaling me on his cock. Inch by rock-hard inch entered, more and more', until I felt truly full of cock. But still he pulled me toward him, his cock reaching even deeper inside of me, until I was groaning and feeling his balls brush mine.
"You got it," he whispered, stroking my' shoulders. He bumped against my ass a couple of times and pressed his cock deep into me for a long moment. Then, he slapped my ass and began a rough fucking rhythm that had me moaning and writhing in pleasure.
While the rest of the guys watched, the leader of this prison gang fucked me long and hard. As the heat built between Ziggy and 1, everybody started stroking their cocks. The guys watching seemed to sense that their leader was close to shooting his wad. just as I felt someone's first splash of hot fuck juice hit my shoulder, Ziggy shot his load deep in my ass. I moaned with relief, but Ziggy looked to Buddy who then smacked the leader's ass for him. After four or five whacks, I felt Ziggy's dick hardening again. Needless to say, I got a second deliciously hard fuck from the leader of this prison tip while his men were unloading hot wads of cum all over my body.
It wasn't over yet, though. Ziggy's men took turns slapping their leader's butt. And it didn't take much of that before he pumped still another heavy load of creamy cock juice up my ass. With his cock remaining in me, he rolled me over on top of him and, while he tongued my neck from below, his men pinched my nipples, squeezed MY balls and sucked my cock. The sight of these hunky men sucking me and taking care of my needs was more than I could handle. I came, enjoying the most soul-wrenching orgasm I had ever experienced.
Afterwards, Buddy and the gang got dressed. I got to my feet as the tip members started towards their unit to hit the showers. Ziggy patted my ass affectionately and said, "Good workout! Same time next week. And if you need anything in the meantime, just let me know!"
At that moment, a voice over the loudspeaker announced, "Attention on the yard, inmate Thompson report to Visiting!"
I looked at a smiling Buddy and with an ear to ear grin said, "Talk about your perfect timing!"