From Prison - Part Two Copyright Alex M. dovetail1128@yahoo.com
Author's Note: When last we left Andy Lopez, he'd awakened in a foul mood on his birthday, pissing off Joe and chosing to forfeit his job as library porter in order to stay in his cell feeling sorry for himself. We pick up as he continues to reminisce about former sex partners. This is a shorter installment, just sex basically, with a longer one to post in a few days. I've never been to prison, but am drawing on prisoner emails for setting, so I apologize for errors in the depiction. Feedback is most welcome. Thanks, Alex.
and so we begin Part Two:
After Jamal was Darryl, my first corrections officer. He was the one to pull me aside and tell me about Jamal, figuring I'd be upset by it. I didn't shatter his illusion by telling him that I'd been celebrating Jamal's departure, enjoying the ability to piss without blood, breathe deeply or swallow without pain.
We were in an office at the end of the block. He was sitting on the edge of the desk, I was sitting in a chair before him. All the while he was talking, in a low, even voice, reciting the facts of Jamal's demise, he had his hand on my shoulder, stroking or gripping it lightly, soothing me.
I take a hint faster than most, and it wasn't too hard to guess what was going through his mind. The bulge in his pants was a good clue. To make it a little easier for him-- shit, he was good looking and a guard, though just about anyone would have been a step up from Jamal-- I feigned appropriate distress, shaking my head, whispering no,oh no and such. Soon he had two hands on me, on my shoulders, "There, there, Lopez."
I faked a strangled sob, like I was trying to hold back my grief, and he pulled me to my feet, hugging me.
"Please," I told him, "please." I set my hands on his chest, feeling his nipples harden beneath my palms. Searching his eyes, wetting my lips, I let a tear roll down my cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, so I took hold of his hand, licking the salt away from the pad. Then, without ever taking my eyes from his, I sucked it into my mouth, working my tongue and applying light suction for a mock blowjob. His breath caught and he began to tremble. Pressing against him, I felt his hardon.
I let his thumb slip from my mouth, "Please," I whispered. I was still a pretty boy back then, with shoulder-length brown hair, deep brown eyes and lashes I could bat as well as any girl. "Help me." I set my hand on his hot dick and started rubbing up and down.
"Oh yeah," he said. "Yeah, Lopez." He grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against him, kneading the flesh with incredibly strong fingers.
"I need you to fuck me, make me forget."
"Want to fuck you," he said, panting like a teenager, before covering my lips with his own. That surprised me. I hadn't pegged him for a kisser. It'd been a long while since I'd been kissed; Jamal didn't do that "fag shit". Some guys think using their tongue as a dental probe makes for good kissing. Not in my book. I don't want your tongue trying to touch my tonsils, okay. Save that for your dick. Use your tongue to tease me. Darryl did. He had a way of licking over my lips, lightly sucking them, playing a gentle sort of tag with my tongue, or just gently stroking it with his. He could draw his slick lips against mine and dart his tongue over or inside and I'd be groaning in no time, hard as a rock and dripping cock juice.
Getting together with Darryl was tough. He floated blocks when other guards got sick, or would pull shifts when I was supposed to be working or in lock down. Occasionally he could sneak me away, but not often. One time, it'd been like three weeks since we'd been together, I was almost ready to take in a new man when he came for me.
Sneaking me into the office he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me. Jesus, he was making deliberate, possessive love to my mouth, and that got me off in only a few minutes, together with the friction we made rubbing our groins together. I started gasping, but refused to let go of the kiss. When I stiffened up and started thrusting against him, he caught on and used his tongue to mimic the thrusts. In moments I was seeing stars, faint and weak as if I'd shot all my strength out along with my sperm.
"You okay, baby?" He was kneading my ass as I convulsed against him with the aftershocks of one amazing orgasm.
"Yeah," I said, still breathless, clinging to him.
"Poor baby, I'm sorry you've had such a long wait." He started down my neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin.
"Oh Daddy, let me suck your cock. Please, I want to eat your cum, Daddy." That kind of talk really got Darryl going. And watching him, feeling him get off on it, got me off.
"Yeah, baby. Suck me, suck Daddy's cock." He opened his fly, pulled his fat cock out and pushed me down. Stroking it, he said, "You like my cock, baby?" I nodded and licked my lips. "Then take Daddy's cock, suck it, baby. Eat Daddy's cum. Oh, oh, oh... Oh yeah." I masturbated myself to another orgasm while I sucked him off. He had the best tasting cum of anyone I've ever blown. I used to think he ate nothing but pineapple-- his juice was sweet and tangy, just like the tropical fruit.
Maybe I'd still be with him if he hadn't transferred down state to take care of his mother. Being such a decent guy, he asked Tull to keep an eye out for me. Tull doesn't mess around, but he has kept the troublemakers from bothering my ass, and after Harrison arrived, let him know I wasn't here for his amusement.
tbc...