Man Hungry
I went to prison four years ago, for something stupid I did with some friends. I've paid my debt to society and will be released in two months. But I'm a changed man. I was just twenty when I was sentenced for being involved in the robbery of the convenience store out at the edge of town. My two buddies and me thought we could get away with it since the place was usually deserted. We got about seventy dollars and two cases of cold beer, and walked into the arms of the local cops, who had been alerted by a silent alarm.
We were all sent away for four long years, me to the state penitentiary my two younger buddies, to reform school. My girl left me, and didn't even write that she had gone. I learned about it from the sister of one of my friends who thought she should write to me about it. She told me the bitch had taken up with a guy that had been my enemy in high school, and they were getting married.
Prison was hard at first. I was in my prime, and my sex drive was an important part of my life. I soon had one of the worse cases of blue balls you could imagine. I was too embarrassed to jack off at night, because you could hear everything going on in the cells on my tier. The guys in the next cell took turns fucking and sucking each other every night. I laid there with my rigid shaft in my fist, listening to them murmuring to each other, and the heavy breathing, then the silence, and finally snoring. I tried jerking off very slowly, but my cell mate, a young guy named George, in for stabbing a dude over dope, had ears like a bat. If I jerked my meat more than three times, he'd hiss at me, "Hey bud, you jerkin' off?"
It was months, before I was ready to admit I had to do something. George, jerked off regularly, and was open about it. He didn't give a shit who knew what he was doing. One evening after we'd been locked in for the night, George was laying on his bunk, and I was sitting at the little metal table that jutted from the wall, trying to write a letter to my mother. George had gotten his hands on a few pages of a magazine, and was reading it avidly, and groping his hard dick through his trousers.
"Man he said finally, this is hot shit. You ought to read it roomy." He pitched it over to me, and it landed on the floor next to my foot. I glanced down, and the first thing I saw was a drawing of a guy leaning back holding his big hard dick vertical so another guy could take him into his mouth. Being perpetually horny, my dick sprung to attention, and I leaned over and picked the pages up. I said nothing to George, but I read through the series of letters which the stuff turned out to be, with my dick getting so hard it actually hurt.
Not long after I'd finished the scrap of magazine, lights out sounded, and shortly thereafter we were plunged into darkness, with just emergency lights shining. I was still sitting at the desk, wondering how I was going to get me and my painful boner into the top bunk without George noticing. My cock wouldn't go down for anything.
Hank and Floyd, the two in the next cell, wasted no time in getting down to their nightly romp. I heard Hank whisper for Floyd to shove it in and fuck his brains out. Soon enough that was followed by the rhythmical slap, slap, slap of Floyd's hips hitting Hank's asscheeks and Floyd fucked his brains out.
I stood up, and walked to the bars, listening to the tier. All over the place I could hear men engaged in sexual activity, and in the dark, it sounded like a kind of whispered orgy. To my left, indistinctly, I could hear somebody moaning. Another husky voice was hissing for someone to take his load. A plea to fuck harder was moaned out of the dark from below. Finally I realized there was nothing to do but to just undress and climb into my bunk.
I stripped to my shorts, and folded my uniform and put it on my shelf. In my briefs, I stepped over to the bunk. I could vaguely make out George sprawled on his bunk, propped up on his elbow. He seemed to be stroking his shorts. I imagined he had one of his usual hardons, and was doing something about it. I started to climb up, and had my foot on the edge of his bunk, when I felt him touch my leg. I froze. His hand explored, and finally found my aching shaft. He squeezed, and sent a shudder through me. I lowered my foot, and stood stark still on the cold concrete floor. He continued to fondle my throbbing boner through my shorts. I held onto the metal frame of the bunk for dear life, afraid I'd fall into some dark and alien place.
I felt his hot breath on the hairs growing around my belly button. The proximity of his mouth to my skin was exciting and I felt as if I'd been trapped in some sort of time warp. I couldn't move to stop what was happening, and as it progressed, I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop. I felt something warm and wet trail over the skin of my stomach, and my muscles contracted with a violent shiver. He tugged at my shorts, and exposed my standing shaft. The warm wet thing was licking my cock. I suddenly let go of the bunk, and the next thing I knew, I had his head gripped in my fists, forcing his mouth down over my straining cock. He turned on some suction, and my cock experienced its first real blowjob.
George was certainly no expert, but by the time I was grunting my massive load into his face. I knew we were both going to get better with practice. He sucked me gently for a few minutes after I'd blown my wad, and then he laid back in the shadows of his bunk, and stripped his briefs off his heavy column of flesh. I sat on the bed beside him, and stroked his dick for several minutes. I didn't have the nerve to take him into my mouth.
"Come on roomy, suck it for me. I sucked you." I could almost see his eyes pleading with me from the darkness. From next door, Hank was grunting, and the slap, slap, slap suddenly stopped a series of low grunts echoed as Floyd shot his load in Hank's ass. The smell of Hank's load of jiz splattering on the cold floor, permeated the air and I somehow found I wanted George in my mouth. I leaned over in the dark, and felt him relax releasing a long sigh of satisfaction as my hot mouth closed over his big cock, and slid down the length of it. His hand stole to my head, and he slowly began to hump into my mouth.
I was enthralled. I'd never seen another hardon before, and here I was with a hefty one fucking my mouth and throat. Instead of being revolted by the sensations it was giving me, I soon felt I couldn't get enough. I started sucking George like I meant it and he was soon writhing under me, and hissing he was about to cum. When the first squirts of his hot jism flooded across my tongue, I went wild. The feeling was indescribable. I couldn't imagine how I'd missed out on this pleasure for so long. Being a cockhound was nothing I'd ever pictured myself being, but if it was this much fun and pleasure, I'd suck everybody in the prison the warden included if he'd let me.
The next night, I couldn't wait for lights out, and George and I were laying side by side, on his bunk in our skivies, nursing hardons, hidden from the guards patrolling eyes with our raised legs. George had whispered he'd brought his pat of butter back to the cell from dinner, and he wanted to use it as lube to fuck me. I told him he'd have to go slow, because my ass was cherry, and although I wanted him to try, I wasn't sure he could get in.
After lights out, George begged a rubber from Hank and Floyd who always seemed to have a supply, and while the butter pat softened in his mouth, he rolled the latex sheath down his nine inch boner. He positioned me on his bunk, with my butt in the air, and my head resting on my folded arms. He spread my cheeks, and using his tongue, worked the softened butter around and into my asshole. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven the feelings his tongue were giving me were so intense.
He presented the head of his dick to my back door, and I felt pressure. I grunted a little too loud. "Relax kid," I heard Hank's voice float through the darkness. "Take a few deep breaths." I followed his advice, and soon the pressure changed, and I felt George slip into me a little. I fought the urge to tighten down, because I knew it was the wrong thing. A few more breaths, and the ring of muscle that resisted George's advance gave up, and he slid into me completely. I felt him shiver, as his cock slid home in my ass.
"I'm there roomy," he hissed. He held his cock steady, afraid he'd lose control of himself. Soon enough, I wanted more than just his fullness in my ass, and fucked my hips back into his lap. He took the signal, and soon we had a regular slap, slap, slap going, with Hank and Floyd both jerking off loud enough for us to hear.
I heard Floyd hiss at Hank, "Take my spunk buddy," and the instant sucking sounds of Hank getting a craw full of Floyd's cum. It only took a few moments before Floyd was slurping and sucking a load of hot jism out of Hank's piss slit. Hearing the two men in the next cell, getting theirs, brought George off like a skyrocket in flight. He popped a load in me that made my guts boil it was so hot. When he finally stopped humping into my ass, and fell briefly spent across my back, I thought we were finished.
He suddenly was up, pulled out of me and at the front corner of the cell, demanding Floyd give him another rubber. He was soon back, and had me on my back, rolling the latex down my stiff shaft. We didn't have any more lube, so he took his rubber off, and used his own cum to slick my cock and his asshole. He wasted no time sitting astride me and sinking my shaft hip deep in his butt. He sat there for a moment, and then I pushed him back on the bunk, and got above him without losing our connection. We were face to face, and I kissed him tenderly, and began fucking him slowly. I could hear Floyd and Hank doing a slurpy sixty nine on each other's dicks, and I knew I wanted to try that too. When I came in George, it was the most incredible sensation I'd ever experienced. My ex girlfriend had let me fuck her a few times, but I knew then, pussy was a weak imitation of a hot man's asshole.
George was moaning, and warning me I was going to make him cum again, and after I finished creaming his butt, I pulled out of him, and dived back onto his hardness just in time to suck up his second load of jism. That night was repeated over and over for nearly three years of my sentence. George is depressed, because I'm going to be released soon. I've told him that when he's released in two years, I'll be outside to pick him up. I've also told him I'll visit every weekend until then.
"Yeah," he whined. "But they don't give fags conjugal visits."
"I won't hold it against you if you find somebody else to fuck George. Time's hard enough to do without some sort of release."
They let me out last week, and I've just left the prison visiting room, after seeing George. He's still depressed, but says they've given him a new roomy already. A guy named Gary. He described him as a tall dude, maybe eighteen or nineteen, in for robbing a convenience store with a silent alarm.
I have a stiff cock in my pants right now, as I drive home from visiting George. I take a swing through a city park, and see several hot looking young guys lounging on the pipe railings of the fence that surrounds the greens. I park, and wait with my windows rolled down, looking at the guys on the fence. Pretty soon, one of them slips off the fence and saunters over to my car. He leans in and asks if I have a smoke.
"No, sorry, I don't smoke."
"Well, whatcha got in your pants there." He reaches over and squeezes my engorged tool. "Nice dick bud. You lookin' to put it someplace dark and nasty?" I nod. "Twenty bucks, an' you can fuck me with it."
"Get in." He opens the door, and slips into the seat. The gas peddle takes us back to my place. Soon enough I'm buried in his ass and fucking him hard. The loud slap, slap, slap is regular. My strokes into him are long and deep. He's grunting and moaning louder than I like, but then I'm a free man now, and there's no one to hear when I scream I'm cumming, and blow his ass full of scum.
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