Bareback City Part 06 Jail Lockup Gangbang. It was another excellent night with my step-brother Jason. Soon after we showered and went to bed we made love. It eventually completed in a wonderful temperate ass fucking. Mine. However, tonight Jason flipped me around in a ‘69’ position and we sucked each others cock. I had become quite a proficient cock sucker and enjoyed the experience...
Three guards entered the chamber. Frank, just 22, was scared shitless, but horny as hell. Tom, the older guard who had experience with these things, ordered Frank to strip down. "It's time to get ready, son," he said. Frank looked up with shock on his face. He knew this time would com. "Yes, sir," he said softly. Tom said, "Frank, we need you to strip down. Young Jim here is going to shave your...
Okay, I should know better. You cannot drive down the Interstate and jerk off for the truckers without getting someone upset and after several warnings, tickets and court hearings; they finally decided to sentence me 30 days inside. Because of the nature of the crime, I was sent to the state’s facility where all sex offenders go. Usually, this houses rapist, child molesters and even young...
Story: “PRISON MEAT” 5,501words Author: Tyler W. Jannson E-mail: tjannson@yahoo.com (Would like to hear from you.) Code: MM+/Anal/Oral/NC This story is entirely fiction—it has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. PRISON MEAT: Part...
Story: “PRISON MEAT” Author: Tyler Jannson words 3,121 E-mail: tjannson@yahoo.com (Would like to hear from you.) Code: MM+/Anal/Oral/NC This story is entirely fiction—it has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. PRISON MEAT: Part Two “Joe’s Benefactors” by T.W. Jannson For the first time in the seven months Joe had been in prison he felt totally at ease....
Story: “PRISON MEAT” Author: Tyler Jannson E-mail: tjannson@yahoo.com (Would like to hear from you.) Code: MM+/Anal/Oral/NC This story is entirely fiction—it has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. PRISON MEAT: Part One “Prison Barter System” by Tyler Jannson Joe lay motionless in the hospital bed; the cavernous prison ward was dark, illuminated...
By Maiyeko Singi I’d fallen into house around 11 just after a late breakfast and helping out on the ward. My hours on the medical shift had decreased a lot after a situation with the doctor, and the riots due to heightened security. Units 14, 15, and 17 having been segregated, no longer had rec time together so that made for fewer fights. For a while, it seemed like I was doing nothing other...
I was only in for thirty days, and then not because of something I’d actually done. My buddy Phil had left drugs in my car, and the cops found them when they stopped me because I was driving a little too fast when I pulled away from a country beer hall they were staking out. I should have known better. I was only nineteen, and I shouldn’t have been in that beer hall at all, let alone drinking....
I was only in for thirty days, and then not because of something I’d actually done. My buddy Phil had left drugs in my car, and the cops found them when they stopped me because I was driving a little too fast when I pulled away from a country beer hall they were staking out. I should have known better. I was only nineteen, and I shouldn’t have been in that beer hall at all, let alone drinking....
Today I saw a good looking cop, the first one ever to see, he was a nice tall, muscled, man. For safety purposes let’s call him Officer Beat-down. Anyway I park in a empty parking lot, just getting off on the phone, ‘cause I feel so horny. As I’m talking on the phone I see a cop pull in with his high-beams on my car. I hang up the phone and am scared shit-less. I see this cop come...
CELLMATES By gay_warlock DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for those over the age of 18. It is a work of fiction containing descriptions of homosexual activity between two consenting adults. In the main any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Where it has been necessary to use actual business...
JT fucked Kyle's ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the boy’s tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock. JT's whole body strained. He clenched his teeth. He was so fucking close. “You’re gonna take my load, bitch.” JT's voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh and ragged. He dug his strong fingers into Kyle's ass, holding him tight while he pumped hard into Kyle's quivering hole. JT...
Inside the cell, on the top bunk, a heart shaped box of pink mints lay on the naked stained mattress. A note next to the box said, “Be my girl”. The guard looked from the note to Kyle’s pretty face. Kyle knew he was in trouble. “Welcome to Purgatory, boy,” the guard said with a smile fit for Hells’ gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the twisted God...
My name is Billy. My last name doesn't matter. When I was 22 I got pulled over in a stolen Mustang doing about 110 mph. The cops found a couple of joints on me to add to my troubles. I ended up pleading guilty to the charges and was sent to the county pen for 2 years. I had never been locked up and it's hard to explain the emotions I felt at that moment, mostly fear and anxiety. I was...
I had about a third of my log in him now, it had taken awhile to get this much in the tight ass. Sweat poured from both of us. I supposed he was sweating from the pain my big dick was making him feel, my sweat from trying to control myself and not lunge into this hot tight shit hole in one single thrust. I rested for a second, this was giving Colt time to get used to me....
He struggled as I pinned him down, my bigger body covering his. His struggling caused the soft skin of his ass to rub against my cock, my precum slicking up that nice skin. He was more than a boy, but not quite a man, and he was doing the best to save his ass, no pun intended. Both of us knew I would win, but the dude wasn't planning on giving up very easy. I begin to kiss...
I had been locked up for almost three weeks. No TV, no radio, I spent most of the day playing cards with my cellie. His time was up, I had been in here for three days by myself when they brought in the kid. The guard led him in, the kid fell on the empty bunk and fell in a deep sleep. I kept playing solitaire, but kept looking at the kid. I am 28, about 6'2", 32 inch waist, a...
Please read Part one of Prison Life, it will help you understand this part. When I left you in Part one, I was working for a few weeks at a local prison. I was just hired for 12 weeks, and then I would be finished. Let me tell you guys, I got an education when I worked at the prison. I know that I never want to be a prisoner. Life in prison is Hell! Think about that before you get into...
At the age of 75 years old, I have been thinking about the many wonderful sexual affairs I have had during my early life. After they were over, I would think about what happened. So I had a good time jerking off and rethinking about those good old days. That is how I can remember those wonderful sexy times, since I thought of them, over and over again. I have over 50 true stories on...
That night...that's when everything changed. Now Wayne was the one makin’ plans, sittin’ down and all but drawin’ a map of how it was gonna go, and Bill was the one holdin’ back. It would’ve been funny, if Wayne wasn’t so fuckin’ serious about it. First he asked me "what position" I wanted Shayes to be in when I fucked him. I told him on his back, his legs in the air is best....
We set it up for the next Saturday. I come over at six. We call our guy at seven. Have him there at eight. Done with him by eleven. Go out for a beer or two at midnight. I take the car home. All nice and neat and scheduled out like a battle plan. Bill decided to use one of those "model/escort" characters who got ads in the back of th’ weekly fag-rags. I bet he spent hours lookin’...
Now I'm not gonna tell ya I really thought about what Bill was sayin'. I didn't. Didn't think about what it meant. Didn't wonder why he wanted to know. Didn't consider it meant messin' with a guy in the community who'd never done a thing to me instead of with a con who was kicked into my path by those self-righteous assholes that run the country. I didn't tell myself I wasn't queer...
I went with them over to Bill’s place...that turned out to be Wayne’s, too. They shared this townhouse or duplex or whatever you want to call it just outside West Hollywood, where the parkin’s the worst and parkin' enforcement's mean. It wasn’t a fancy place on the outside -- I mean, from what I could tell in the dark -- but even with the nearest street lamp half a block away and...
I did it on a bet. Yeah, yeah, I know -- that’s a dumb-shit reason to do anything. But I was pissed at my bitch of a wife and had a couple beers under my belt and these two annoying old faggots that were buying those beers were yammering back and forth over whether or not any guy is capable of queer sex, no matter how straight he is, in the right place at the right time for me to...
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