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Play Pen Two
By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com
John called a day later and said he had two men who might be happier at my operation. Butch found four of our men who could be transferred. Fortunately the state preferred assigning men to as inconvenient locations as possible. There was always a ready supply of staff eager to work an hour nearer their homes. They were happy to move.
The new men arrived on the next Monday. I gave my usual, "Reasonable but no Fool" talk, a variant of the "Hard but Fair" speech I give new inmates. The men were typically varied. Chuck Smith was a tall, thin, blond man with a mustache. Wildridge Noland, was short, dark and looked as if he might be muscular. He told me he was called Catfish in the thickest Virginia Mountain accent I had ever heard. Carter Southwick was a 250 pound, six-foot tall man with a thick, black beard. He looked solid, no flab. The final transferee was Juan Alverez, a cook. He was 5-10, 180, with a deep brown skin, bald with a black mustache.
"Not too much hot stuff in the food!" I said.
"I only make it hot when you want it hot." He said in a New York Bronx accent. No trace of Spain or Mexico in his voice.
I turned them over to Butch for orientation. Butch had a good way with men, firm, clear and his sense of humor came through. He looked great in a uniform, but he had his pants carefully tailored to make sure that his equipment was visible. Nothing vulgar, you just knew there was something in there. You could tell the men were interested, and not just in his words.
He concluded with, "I do have some bad news for you. We have begun to implement an exercise program for the staff. This applies only to the new men, so we can keep the bellyaching down in the existing staff. Report to me at the exercise room at five today and we will get the program going. I will be leading it for a while until we find a permanent leader."
Catfish raised his hand. "Sir, we have no gym clothes here."
"We will provide that." Butch said. "You know the problem with contraband. We don't allow any bags or satchels on the site at all. If I had my druthers, you would all arrive here in your birthday suits, and we would outfit you at the gate." He then sent them off with Sargent Williams for a tour of the facility.
Butch dropped by my house after the exercise session that night. "How did it go?" I asked.
"Just fine. Your warden friends must know their men well." He said. "They also must know more about their men's cocks than is seemly in a professional situation. It's one hell of a well hung group."
"Who of our men were there?" I asked.
"The regular suspects, Dr. Fred, Beau, and Paul." He said. Dr. Frederic Johns was the staff physician, Beau the director of buildings and grounds and Paul was the director for education. They were all old playmates of mine. Dr. Fred originated the idea of gathering the gays into one place. "Everyone got along real well."
"Anything overt?" I asked.
"Nothing rose beyond half staff, but everyone lingered in the showers." Butch said. "Nice old fashioned drooling, and looking. I told them that I would get the steam room working tomorrow, and that seemed to excite everyone."
"Did any of the regular staff notice anything? Any questions?" I asked.
"They all thought that being kept after the quitting hour was some sort of a punishment. The next shift was to busy getting the inmates to dinner to notice anything." Butch said. "Williams watched the door. No one even approached the door in the entire hour and a half."
"In theory the exercise room was for the staff, but my predecessor located it where he could see who was going in and out. He wanted to make sure that no one used it on company time." I said. "It turned out to be a private gym for him. Do you think I should join you tomorrow?"
"Let's try it." Butch said. "They were so excited today, I don't want them to explode!" We laughed. "They're excited, and your presence will leave them a bit uneasy. That could make shower time more interesting."
I joined the exercise group twenty minutes late the next day. You could feel the disappointment in the room. They had hoped for a nice leisurely look-over in the showers, followed ay a few discrete touches in the steam room. They now had to be on their best behavior.
It was above ninety that day and the room's air conditioning turned off at 5:30, so the room got very hot. "Why does it do that, Beau?" I asked.
"Well, we can't seem to find the time clock that runs it." The director of buildings and grounds said. "No one seems to know how Warden Bannister built this room. He seems to have concealed the controls. We'll find it some day."
I took my tee shirt off. "OK guys lets get more comfortable." I said. "No use getting our soon-to- be-perfect-bodies hot, sweaty and bothered until absolutely necessary." Butch had a good workout routine, that seems to have been entertaining and productive. I was surprised that I was huffing and puffing at the end of the class. I had been unaware that I was exerting myself.
"To the showers!" Butch ordered. Butch was a leader of men , and we all went to the locker room. I undressed with my staff members, and the new men with Butch, at the other end of the room. We met under the water of the showers. I realized why Butch had me and the other three members of the staff there. There were four shower heads, and nine men. The room was crowded and there was almost no way to avoid bumping into each other.
I was showering with Catfish, Butch and the doctor were with Chuck, Juan with the director of education, and Carter was with Beau. I started the ball rolling.
Catfish was short, hairy and hung. His cock looked so long that it seemed to droop half way to his knee. Uncut, the cock looked unmistakably like a catfish, with a blunt slightly flattened head. I clearly stared at his cock and asked, "Where does that nickname come from, Catfish?"
He looked me straight in the eye and said. "Do you think it's because I can swim so well?"
I took his cock in my had. "Might be, but I have other thoughts." Everyone burst out laughing. "Hell, it only has one eye!" I joked as I pulled the skin back to expose part of the head.
"Never been a problem." Catfish said. "It likes dark places." He paused. "You may be the warden but you don't know nothing about catfish. That's the mouth not the eye!" He was weighing my balls, and we both were clearly erect. Next to us Chuck dropped to his knees and tried to inhale Butch's cock.
"I told you we were a easy to get along with group." Beau said as he felt Carter's equipment. Both Carter an Juan didn't seem to know what they were supposed to do. Were they to give blow jobs to the staff, or was it something else?
"Is this a test or an initiation?" Catfish asked.
"It's the Welcome Wagon." I said. I dropped and began to work on his head. The blunt instrument filled my mouth easily, He was one of those guys who had enough foreskin to over the head while completely erect, I worked on the tender connection between the skin and the head on the under side. He oozed a pearl of pre cum as a thank you message. I am a bit of a size queen , and lost myself in the monumental cock.
After a few minutes, I came up for air, and Catfish dropped to minister to my cock. I have always liked good sports, and Catfish was evenhanded. He deep throated the entire seven inches without effort.
"This is your first blow job?" I asked.
"Yep, my first today." He replied as he took a breath and immediately returned to the task at hand. He was expert.
"Cool it down a little." I said. "I would like it to last a while." He slowed his pace, and soon found a good rhythm and was perfect for a long session. "If you get tired come up and I'll go down." I said, watching the action in the room. It didn't look as if any of the new men were virgins. Paul was sucking Juan. Paul was short, stocky and covered in black hair from his bearded head to his hairy toes.
As I said , I am a size queen, but Paul was an exception. It looked as if he had no cock at all when he was soft, but hard it was a good six inches, but thin. He was a vigorous and enthusiastic lover, and I discovered several interesting ways to make use of his cock, and his willingness to experiment.
Juan was turning stocky, with just of a trace of beer gut. His golden skin looked rich in this collection of white and pink men. The summer was young and none of us had a tan as yet. Glossy black hair was confined to his chest and crotch with an attractive trail connecting the two. He had a good sized cock, thick, may be eight inches and uncut. He later explained that his mother was Italian and his father Mexican. There may have been a little trace of Indian in him, but the Italian seemed to dominate.
Beau and Carter were well matched, big heavy men Carter had black hair and Beau was a polar bear. Beau was near 60, and a Kenny Rodgers look alike, if Kenny was 6'-4". He had a great pair of balls that hung low and a matching , cock, long and cut. I couldn't see Carter's cock, it was deep in Beau's mouth. The two men were in good shape, looking like professional wrestlers, without the steroid inflation.
Chuck was covered in golden red down, with a long thin cock, nine inches long, an inch in diameter. He was sucking Dr. Fred. Fred was a young guy, 35, six feet, 170 pounds, and had a great bedside manner. He had a breastplate of brown hair, and a surprisingly thick cock. I would have expected to find his cock on Beau, and his on Beau.
Butch was surveying the group as I was. Our eyes met and he glanced to the steam room door. I nodded. "Enough play time, off to the steam room to loosen up!" He ordered. As always everyone did as he asked. The steam room was marble and tile with two seat steps on two sides of the room. We all barely fit sitting cheek to cheek. The steam was thick but not impenetrable. The steam engine was noisy, but you could talk.
Chuck got up. "Boys, since you are new here let me lay down a few rules." He said. "You may have guessed that Willy runs an informal ship, doesn't mind what guys do on their own time. We are a friendly group here." Butch was at half staff and Juan leaned forward to suck him. Butch did not interrupt his talk. "As I said really friendly, and I think it is safe to say tolerant."
"As you know that is not official state policy at this time. As you might suspect, our friendliness is not a state sanctioned." Everyone laughed. Butch continued. " We think of this as sort of an AA type operation. When you feel a need, you have a friend to call. And you have a place to play. A safe place."
"That a ten step program, I could get to like!" Chuck said. "Like a lot."
"But there are rules. 1. No prisoners., no way no time. 2. No pick ups, no rest stops, no glory holes. Nothing that can get into the arrest records. 3. No talk, no hints, no comments that would lead anyone to suspect that this prison has a special policy." Chuck continued. "Do you understand?"
"Do any of you have special friends?" I asked. "Is this arrangement a problem? You don't need to join in if you have other . . . commitments."
"It sounds fucking wonderful to me!" Carter said.
"I think I done died and woke up in heaven!" Catfish said.
"No problem here." Chuck said. Juan would not give up sucking Butch's cock.
"Is this j.o. only?" Catfish asked with a trace of concern in his voice.
Butch smiled. "I don't think we have any problem with consenting adults. Consenting is key element. I don't care what you do as long as you enjoy it." Juan pulled back and Butch sprayed the entire group with cum as he climaxed. I had never seen a man give a coherent talk while having a orgasm. I was impressed. So was the rest of the group.
"Hey man, an appetizer before dinner!" Carter said.
"Always say please and thank you." I added. "This is for fun. I don't care what turns you on, as long as you enjoy it. But remember. No evidence. No comments, no talk." I sat next to Paul. His thin cock was sticking straight up into the air. "Do you mind if I sit on it?"
"Be my guest!" He said. His cock was rock had, and sweat slick so I just sat on it and it slipped in effortlessly. Paul's cock was easy to take, and fun to feel. It excited me, but never enough to shoot. I loved to be blown while Paul was in my ass. Carter rose to the occasion, and he went down on my cock.
I figured that watching the warden of the prison take it in the ass would open things up and it did. Chuck began to suck Dr. Fred, and Juan took care of Beau. Catfish and Butch watched me, Carter and Paul. "That sure looks like fun! I'd like to try that. " Catfish said.
"Fun it sure is! Top, bottom or middle?" I asked.
"Middle, I think." Catfish said after some serious consideration. "But I wouldn't mind being on the bottom of the pile sometime with my cock in your ass."
"Not on out first date!" I said. The room burst into laughter. "Would you like to trade places?"
"Sure would!" He said and we separated. Catfish lowered himself on Paul's cock and Chuck replaced Carter sucking Catfish.
"Shit, this feels great!" Catfish said. "Paul, you have one comfortable cock." "I try to please!" Paul said as he gave Catfish a few welcoming thrusts.
Carter came up to me. "Would you mind a replacement cock in your ass?" He asked.
"Let's see what we have here." I said. He was uncut and the skin cover his head. and I felt his cock to see what it was like and discovered he was fully erect, with seven hard inches inside the skin. I spread open the puckered skin with my finger and my finger was enveloped in the hot and slimy insides of Carter's foreskin. "Have you come in there?" I asked.
"Not yet, just pre cum." Carter said. "Never need lube."
"I got to get home soon, can you cum quickly?" I asked.
"You're a mind reader. . . . Sir!" He said. I bent over on the marble bench. His cock head was at my hole, and then seven inches inside. Totally graceless and totally enjoyable. I hadn't been fucked this crudely since the police academy. I had a wave of nostalgic feelings of Sargent Smith and his "initiation and orientation" techniques. Carter's head, once the skin was stripped back by my ass, had a well defined mushroom shape, and I could feel it as he frantically pumped my ass. And he was right. The massive amount of pre cum trapped in his foreskin was a great natural lubricant.
He moaned and gave me several vicious thrusts, and he was over. The thrusts pushed me over the edge and I had a good orgasm. "Fast enough? . . .Sir?" he asked. He pulled his cock out.
"Just right." I said. "I'll keep you in mind if I need release on a tight schedule." I laughed and he joined me. "It's time to get home guys. Finish things up. We will see you tomorrow." I returned to the shower room, as did most of the men, cleaned up and dressed.
Dr. Fred called that night. "A successful experiment so far?" He asked.
"So far, we need to give Carter some lessons in taking his time." I observed. "Catfish is a find. Do you see any problems on the horizon?"
"You noted Chuck's comment about a ten step program? I checked his file." Dr. Fred said. "He's had a drinking problem in the past."
"And now?" I asked.
"Officially not. I would guess otherwise."The good doctor said. "My suspicion is that he deals with his sexual interests by drinking. Strong silent types do that when they encounter part of their personality they can't accept."
"You'll keep an eye on him?"
"I'm going to try to nip it in the bud." Fred said. "I'm going to talk to Butch and Beau about him. I doubt Chuck has ever met men who were as macho and gay as they are. Good role models."
"I'll watch out too." I said. "Would you be shocked if I told you I was looking forward to tomorrow's exercise class?"
"If gym class at high school was like that, I would look like Arnold." Dr Fred said.
"Hell, I would look like Steve Reeves." I said.
Fred laughed. "Your age is showing! And you would end up looking like Bruno!"