Prison Sex

I worked in the law library, a somewhat privileged position. This gave me access to information on other inmates that was generally available, yet not widly known because very few guys knew how to use the various references. This job alsogave me an opportunity to become acquainted with many guys I would not otherwise have gotten to know. Many of them would trust me with intimate details of thier lives (which generally translated into what their "case" was). Of course, one of the unwritten codes of the "Big House" was that you never asked people about their lives outside the walls.

This job came my way fairly early after I'd got sent down. It was a good thing too, because I was pretty despondent and listless, almost suicidal trying to figure out how I would survive in such an environment for the next three years. In spite of beefy guys around me all the time, many of them wanting to get laid any way they could, I could not conceive of sex. I'd even go through a little exercies of thinking of all the guys living in the building with me and trying to imagine that if I did have sex, which one of them would I want? Even though there was one guy- Brad- who stood head and shoulders above the rest, I could hardly imagine doing it with Brad. Brad was 6'2", 190lbs, blue eyes, blond hair (cut in somewhat of a flat top), with an incredible muscular physique. He was indeed beautiful. But, I could hardly even work up a fantasy about Brad. I was out of it. One other thing about Brad, though, he could be pretty obnoxious; very few guys liked him, yet they probably respected his athleticism, his good looks, and his sense of style. He lived two doors down from me on the same wing, but I generally streed clear of him.

About a month after Brad moved into my unit, he stopped by the law library and asked me about a legal matter, he was interested in attempting to get a portion of his conviction addressed by the Court again. It was a relatively simple matter for me, and I agreed to help him. This agreement provided him an opportunity for him to spend time with me when we were "at home" in our unit This was not a trivial consideration for him since I am black and he is white. While it was not an issue for me, Brad had a quasi-association with a group of hard core white guys who had quite a nasty reputation. He'd spend more and more time with me and I got to know him fairly well under the circumstances. Since it was in the summer, and very hot - no AC in the Big House - he'd frequently have on nothing but cutoffs jeans with a little split up on side when he'd come to my room. I'd almost always be sitting at my desk which meant he'd sit on my bunk. Sometimes he would more or less sprawl, which I certainly did not mind. Who'd mind having a 6'2" beautiful, blond hunk sprawled over their bed? Yet, somehow, I did not preceive any of Brad's attention and gestures as a come on. Our conversations did become more intimate, however. We went through the macho facade, and I still didn't get it.

On the hottest night of the year up until that point, I was sitting in my room with nothing on but a jock strap. I had just taken a very, very cold shower. All the light were off with the exception of my TV, and the rotary fan was buzzing. So, it was relatively dark in my room. Although there is a little window (about three feet high by six inches wide in every room door, very little could have been seen in my room by anyone passing by in the hallway. Brad knocked. As he peered through the window, he could certainly see me, but he still would have been unable to see what I had on. I waved him in as I was thinking about whether I should get up an put on shorts or just continue to sit in my jock. What the hell, I opted for the latter. After all, it was hot and I rationalized that it was the macho thing to do in appearing comfortable with relative states of undress in front of another guy. Brad sprawled on the bed and announced he wanted to chat about the legal document I had been working on. He had also been drinking. Yes, boys and girls, drinking can occur in the Big House. He had been drinking homemade wine concocted by his friends. Of course, he offered to get me a drink. I agreed. He went and got me a large cup of wine. I did not, howeve drink it. I pretended to.

Brad asked me a few questions about the legal process, but that was soon exhausted. But, he was much friskier than ususal and he had our conversation rummuning across the waterfront, which I just sort of went along with because I was enjoying his company as well as the sight of this hunk sprawled across my bunk. Eventually he said he had a question he'd been wanting to ask me, and he made a point of telling me that I did not have to answer it, that he realized he could be overstepping his bounds, and that I might throw him out. I was anticipating the oft avoided question, "what was your crime?" That is the degree to which such a question is avoided in the Big House. But, of course, you've guessed it, even before I did - boy was I slow on that one. He wanted to know if I was gay. I did not answer his question directly but made a little speech about how I trusted him, and then answered yes. He let out a noticable sigh of relief and said somewhat under his breath, "so am I." He then went on to tell me about how many nights he had been in his room thinking about how he'd would have liked to come down to my room and tell me that. I pointed out that he had been the object of my fantasties as well, and that perhaps we should arrange for a time to "get together." It was about 11:30pm with final "lock up" for the night at 12:30am since it was a Saturday night (our building had individual, single rooms and there was free movement, you could visit other guys in their rooms).

Well, Brad said "what wrong with now?" "What the Hell," I thought, and turned off the TV so that it was completely dark in the room and we could not be seen by anyone who might even peer as closely as possible into the little window in the door. Brad was on his knees and between my legs immediately. He ripped my jock strap off and instantly had my very, very hard eight inch dick in his mouth. I was in orbit. I could not believe what was happening. Brad's hot, sensual lips wrapped around the head of dick as he slid the foreskin of my uncircumsized eight inches back. He gently massaged by balls and started to play with my pubic hair. All I could do was marvel at this turn of events, rub his blond flattop, and feel the incredible muscles and back. He was very hungry and I was estatic as this 6'2" hunk with the most incredible body I'd seen in the Big House was making love to my dick. He sucked up and down, licking here and their , taking my balls into his mouth for about ten minutes. I could not stand it any longer, I had to have more of him in my hands. Having to almost pry him away from my dick, which was oozing with pre-cum, I stood and pulled him up to meet me. Since I am also 6'2", we were perfectly matched as my straining dick ground into his still cutoff covered crotch. We began kissing passionately. I could not get enough of his pink lips and tongue. We were both running our hands all over the other's body, but I was disappointed because he was grinding his crotch into mine so intensely, I could not undo his shorts. I had to have him naked, I wanted to taste his dick as well. He pushed me back a little and I landed on the bunk, Brad on top of me. He whispered into my ear, "let me do you!" So I gave into his wonderful mouth, which was all over my chest and nipples, my stomach, and finally, back onto my throbbing dick. This hunk, this wet dream, this very, very macho man was driving me up the wall. I was hovering on the brink, yet I had to have more of him. Able to manuver around slightly, I reached the top of his cutoffs, ripped them open, and tried to slid them down as much as possible. He didn't have on underwear. As I got my hand into his crotch and started to feel the downy blond crotch hair, I felt the top of his dick, the object of my search. It was as hard as a rock, not as long as mine, but just as thick. It was very moist from pre-cum. With Brad's pre-cum slicked dick in my hand, and his hot mouth buried in my crotch, I started to cum. I shot over and over into his mouth, and he took all of me. He continued to suck on my dick after ejaculation had subsided, and I continued to jack his dick up and down. He'd been sucking on my softening dick for about three minutes after I'd come when I told him I had to taste his hot dick.

Just as he stood in order for me to have better access to his dick, the guard up in the control booth in the day room anounced that it was time for "lockup." Of course, this meant that everyone had to return to their rooms for the night. By this time, most guys were in their rooms and probably in bed anyway. I was devastated because I wanted to taste Brad's dick. All we had time to do was stand up and get his hard dick back into his shorts in order for him to make the short trip back to his room. We also started to kiss each other passionately, jamming our bodies into the each other. It was very difficult for us to pull ourselves apart, yet we both realized we had too. Now that we had found each other, we couldn't run the risk of having the guard come down the hall to lock the doors and finds us stranding in my room by the door making out.

With Brad back in his room, and as the guard locked my door and moved on, I began to jack off, reliving that incredible session I'd just had with my new lover, knowing that it was not going to be the last time.

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