First Night in Prison

Note : This story is completely fictional!

You don't need to be a murder to end up in prison. All it takes is a
friend - no more like an aquaintence whose name you hardly know - and
that friend was drinking and had a gun. I was an "accomplice". OJ
with his money and fancy shoes could avoid jail time, but I had a way
over-worked lawyer thot knew it would be much easier on him if I spent
a few years in prison. Well I was very cynical about the whole
fucking system by this time, so I went along with it, and here I was,
day 1.

There was a consistent message throughout that day: prison sucks - the
food sucks, the prison is drab, the uniform doesn't fit, there are
aweful smells in the air. One thing got me through the day: thinking
about sex. I had "experimented". I can still remember how fucking
crazy I shot my load in that one circle jerk at camp. It was so
intense, I did not go back, kind of scared me. There was the time
Mike and I got drunk, complaining to each other about women and their
adversion to giving head, and well, let's just say I apparently don't
have any reservations - so few it again frightened me. I had thought
about renting a gay video, or doing more, but I shied away, my
reactions were too strong.

Knowing nothing about prisons, I figured it must be full of bored men,
bored men who get horny, and those horny men find each other.
Throughout the day, part of my brain asked of every man I met, "How
big is his cock? Will I be his bitch?" This was fun, and tiring
since no one gave any indication that there was any such activities
going on. It was all my own head case.

After dinner which was bad but not disgusting, I was brought to the
warden's office. I was told by several people to shut up, and do, no
matter what. Simple rules.

The warden was big, like 6' 2", shaved head, serious, stern.

"I have to make sure you will not be a problem here," he said from
behind his desk. "The biggest struggle men have here is with sex.
Now strip."

Woah! That was unexpected, but I tried to just shut up and do. Thing
is, I had been thinking of stripping before another man all day long,
and wanted to take off my clothes in a sexy way, but decided it would
be wiser to just strip. But there was no denighing my desire.

He walked out from behind his desk with a manilla folder. He leaned
against the desk, and pulled out an 8x10 glossy color photo. It
showed a man kneeling, his lips in a perfect circle around another
man's cock, and that cock was huge! A good 9 inches, thick as an
empty roll of toilet paper, wrapped in bulging viens.

"This sort of thing happens at this prison every day."

When you are standing naked, there is no way to hide the first
twitched of an erection.

He showed three more photo, and each one, the man went farther down.
And with each photo, I was getting harder, until I had a full blown
boner.

"Men here do more than that," and he pulled out a photo of a man bent
over, with that same blow job guy now licking his asshole. Not a
flick of the tongue either, almost like a tongue fuck of a very tight
hole. I squeezed my own hole, which made my stiff pole waggle.

"Do you know why a man will do this?" the warden asked. He shifted
his weight, then his right leg made contact with my left. I was
confused by the question and the contact.

"The man rimming is trying to get his bitch ready for fucking."

I shouldn't have done it, but I let out a small sigh, the lightest
moan. And then next few color photos showed the entry of the cock in
full detail. I was able to see different viens disappear from view as
the bitch took more cock up his ass.

I took a few deep breaths, and the warden showed more photos, from
different angles: the men fucking doggie-style, face-to-face. I was
surprised by one pix with one guy on his back, strong legs spread as
wide as possible, where the top's cock is completely thrust in, his
balls on the other guy's ass, and the two are kissing like men kiss
when fucking: deep and intense.

Everything in a prison as I've said, sucks, but these photos were
gorgeous. I could tell the photos were carefully lit and shot from
different angles. If these were shot at this prison, well, the big
man had to be in on it.

"There are three types of men in this prison, all of them horny.
There are the men who only have sex with women. There are men who
have sex with men while in here. And there are men who have there
strongest animal drives for sex with other men, even when they were
not that way coming in."

If I had fainted when he said that, I would have given myself away!

"As the warden, I have to make sure all the prisoners know which of
these three groups they belong in, or the prison's crazy sexuality
will cause enormous problems. I've developed an approach that works
well here. Come in John."

In walked John, completely naked, and I am embarassed to admit it,
but he's the first guy I've ever recognized based on his thick cock.
He the same guy from the photos. My knees felt a little weak.
The warden put his hand on my shoulder.

"Man to man sex in prison is as much about power as it is about
getting off. John here is going teach you homosexual rape, prison
style. If you are absolutely certain that you fall into the first
catagory, tell me and I will call John off, but I have played very
close attention to your cock, and know you may just belong in the
third."

The warden stood up and went back to his desk.

"I am going to watch everything John does, and everything you do in
response to John. In prison, all your sex is public. Other men will
watch you fuck and get fucked, and they will play with themselves as
it all happens."

I had never done sex with a third party in the room, so that was an
odd idea. At this point, I really wanted sex of any sort, I had no
trouble with that. Although looking directly at the warden, I was
trying to figure out where John was, when I heard him bark, "Bend
over, fuck toy!"

I bent over, hands flat on the desk. I was aware of how exposed my
ass was, utterly naked, stretched out, air on my cheeks. I tightened
up my hole, and knew that whoever was behind me could see that, so I
tightened again. And then I felt hands on my hips pull me back until
there was a tongue drilling into my anus. Oh my god. I had been
thinking of cock the entire day, and now my most sensitive hole was
being eaten by one clearly horny man. I moaned, and pushed my ass
back into his face. His tongue kept licking my crack, then drilling
into me. His tongue was so strong and masculine.

The warden chimed in, "Don't expect your rapist to say anything to
you. Everyone watching knows why he's eating your boy pussy like
that. And I've watched enough men fucking men to know you are one
horny bitch. One thing we teach our tops is to fuck only after the
bottom has gotten a three finger fuck. Otherwise I have to pay for
too many infrimary trips for torn a holes."

Almost before the warden was done speaking, John had poked one, two,
then three fingers up my back door, and now he was flexing his
fingers, widening the doorway a little more. Wow, I was impressed
with his speed, guess he practices often. There really wasn't much
time to reflect, there was a cockhead pushing at my fuck hole, and my
fuck hole wanted it. Yes! John FUCKED, banging hard enough to cause
a skip in the breath. He was so strong and manly, I decided to put
all my energy into tightening my hole. As I did that John grabbed my
cock.

"Cum now bitch", and three, four strokes, I was really to cum, but I
tried to hold off on strokes five, six, but then it came, so much more
cum than usual, from deeper in my loins. And John still kept fucking
me. His big hands had caught a few of the spirts, and he was rubbing
in on my neck, shoulders, and ass. Normally, I need to relax at
climax time, but somehow the combination of fresh cum, the sweat,
John's gorgeous big cock in me, the warden watching us fuck like two
men fuck, all that kept me going, bearing down on that cock deep up my
ass, and I could tell, that cock was going to blow up my hole. My
entire body tightened, being the strongest bitch I could be, and with
a low groan, he came, puching as deep as he could into me. I let him
pull out slowly, focusing all my attention on that cock in my hole,
the last quick exit. He took his condom off an spilled its contents
on ass. He slap my ass right where is cum was, and was gone.

I was dazed. It makes no sense to say homosexual sex is for whimps.
That took all my strength to take that pounding (and enjoy it). I
still feeling the buzz from my balls, and how open my hole felt, and
that all this was good. I had completely forgetten where I was.

"You are in the third catagory, a man who needs sex with other men."

I had a small chuckle, but I couldn't help but notice the warden stand
up, and in one professional move, remove his belt. I was going to
learn more about homosexual rape, prison style, this time by the
authorities.

Prison life really does suck. The only satisfying time I have is when
I walk around the courtyard and I can feel the cum a guy has just
emptied on my ass cheek has now soaked through my uniform, and the
other guys in the yard knows that that means.