Gay Erotic Stories

My cell was in an honor unit, and David was sent to me for some paralegal advice one Saturday afternoon. He was 27 and I was 35. He was dressed in usual prison fatigues - fitted and well- pressed, about six feet tall, about 175 lbs - dark blond and with a nice general appearance. I later learned he had a touch of Native American which made have strong features that gave strength to his appearance. Within a couple of minutes it was clear he was reading my eyes as I read his - and it would only be a matter of time until we figured out how to become lovers. Both were sure, and we were right - but putting it together in a huge prison would take some work. He suggested before he left that I should move to the honor unit where he was located so we could do his legal work more easily - it made sense - and he was in a position to manage the move. When were in the same unit a few days later - my room was directly across from his - and when he showered he was sure to dry off so I could see his ass and his back - never his front. When we walked in the yard - I saw the outline of his cock - but only through his pants. He'd leave his shirt off - showing a slim - fit body with broad shoulders and strong, mature arms. He'd walk bare footed sometimes. When we sat down, he'd pull up a pant leg and massage his calf so I could see his leg up close. But he always turned away when he took a piss or was naked after a shower - I never saw his cock during the first six weeks. It was hot in mid-summer, so I'd see on the one chair in his cell and he'd lay on the bed while we worked. He started wearing only boxer shorts on the hot nights - they were only medium tight - enough to show general shapes and his belly hair coming from the top of the shorts - and a swinging cock when he walked, but that was all. We talked about sex - about male sex - and sex with wives and women, but all sorts of things about sex. He knew I was jerking off on thinking about him - but didn't give any encouragement. After a day or two, he would walk by me in the cell - only an inch or two from my face - I could smell his moist balls - even see a glimpse of the hair around his cock - but no cock, and no balls. His legs were solid - he'd brush them against my arm or hand. We talked for hours about everything - him nearly naked - but not naked enough. We got down to mid-August on a Saturday night - he'd had visit from his wife - and he was clearly horny and hot at dinner. He invited me to come to his cell and talk after dinner - about seven. At the ten o'clock prisoner count - he took a shower and walked by my cell to visit a minute - his towel was tight around his waist - and he made a point to let me watch him take it off and dry his head - but never let me see more than the sides of his legs - still no cock or nuts. Again - he invited me to his cell. This time the white boxers were tighter - and when he laid down an opening two inches across appeared in the shorts - showing heavy cock hair - and his cock laying down against his leg between his shorts and his thigh - and it was heavier with a well defined head. His nuts were split by the shorts. He used to toilet in his cell to piss - let me see the stream - but not the cock. There were stains on his shorts afterward, and his adjusted his cock through the shorts while I watched when he turned in my direction. The conversation got more coy and sensual. He asked me to come back after the midnight count - about 10 minutes away. When I got back, he was back in a towel. I sat down, he closed the sliding door to the cell and turned off the lights, then turned toward me naked with a thick seven inch cock headed for my mouth. He had it buried as far as it would got in an instant - straddling my legs where I was sitting - buck naked - with his nuts sitting on my chin. He held my head steady. I put my hands on the back of his legs and held on. He carefully made intrusions down into my throat in a systematic way - a little deeper each time as the cock was slicker from my spit. My nose was completely buried in the hair over his cock - the smell was clean - but musky and sweaty, too.. He didn't say a word - just carefully fucked my throat - really fucked it, not just put it down there. There was no taste of pre-cum - just cock taste. I could tell as he got hotter - now he just quietly told me to breathe steadily - and moved his cock about a quarter inch on each stroke so it wouldn't come out of my throat. He rubbed my hair gently - and reminded me to stay cool and calm because he wasn't going to stop even if I choked. I relaxed - put my hands on his ass - and let him go as deep as he could. I knew when he was ready to cum, of course - and could feel it surge past my lips and through the constricted opening of his cock in my throat. The cum stuck to the sides of my throat and went down like a small pill that needed a little more water. I knew when it hit my belly. Slowly - his cock softened - and he stroked out the last drops onto my tongue, then help my mouth shut until I swallowed it. He put the opening so I had to lick off the drops as they continued to cum a little so I could taste it. He turned away - winked at me, said "Good Night" - and went to bed naked. I quietly left with the taste in my mouth and the cum slowly sliding down into my belly.