Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 19:35:51 -0800 (PST)
From: jds8742@yahoo.com
Subject: KILO ONE

The usual disclaimers apply. This story is fictional. This story is about
man on man sex, if that is offensive to you don't read it!

KILO ONE

My guy isn't perfect; in fact he is a convict. Our story doesn't start out
in the typical way, but mama said when love comes; u better name it, claim
it, and never let it go. It was my third day as a correctional officer, I
was still a little nervous and it showed. As I stood at the front of the
housing unit I noticed the inmate in the cell to my left. He was in the
cell with his bed sheet tied around his neck like a cape while he was
pretending to fly around the cell. I knew he wanted attention, but I
ignored him and went on with the night's business. He did this for several
hours; lights out came and he was still flying around. I finally gave in
and gave him the attention he wanted. I ask him what he was doing, he told
me that he was superman and that he was saving the world.. I ask what he
was saving the world from. He told me that he was going to save the world
from boredom and loneliness, and that I was the first person he was going
to save. I thought to myself, "at least he is original."

In jail you hear every pick up line in the world from inmates they all want
something from you. Some of them are really convincing so you learn to be
wary of anything they say. But this guy wasn't asking for anything. He was
just conversating. He told me that his name was kilo, and that he locked
down when he was 15 and got out when he was 21. He was only in the free
world a few weeks before he caught the charge that he was in for now. I
went to the desk and pulled up his charge... aggravated robbery. We talked
for most of the rest of my shift. This routine went on for several weeks.
Then one night reported to my post and kilo wasn't on the bars waiting on
me. I was disappointed and sad. I assumed that he had made bond and was out
on the town. I checked the roster and he was still on it, I did my armband
check. When I got to his cell I saw him sitting on his bunk. He looked
depressed. I ask what was wrong and he said that he was worried because he
had a court date the next day. I went on with the armband check. I didn't
talk to him very much that night because I knew he had things on his mind.
As I was getting ready to leave at the end of my shift, Kilo called me over
to his cell, when I got over there he ask me would I come to court with
him. I told him that I would see what I could do.

I thought about it on the way home. I decided that I would go to court so I
could see how court really worked.  I was in the courtroom when his case
was called, they brought him out. I saw him scan the courtroom; I saw him
smile when he saw me.  His case was continued and he was taken out.

When I got to my post the next night kilo was on the bars cheesing when I
got there. He looked like he had just won the lottery. Things went on like
that until July when officers have to bid for shifts and post. Kilo was
worried that I would get moved to a different post.  That's exactly what
happened I was moved to a different post.  On the third day on my new post,
I reported for duty as usual and got a surprise. When I got inside the
housing unit I saw him. Kilo was on the bars smiling. I couldn't help but
give him my biggest smile. This scene repeated itself several times over
the next four years. Kilo wasn't like the other inmates, he never ask me to
put myself in a compromised position for him.

After another post reassignment and several months of conversation we found
ourselves on lower level together. Lower level was made differently than
the housing units; it was small, dark and dingy. Kilo finally ask me for
something.  He wanted to be my rockman, he wanted to come out and clean the
housing unit for me. In exchange he wanted to get an extra meal during my
shift.  I resisted at first, but finally gave in. he came out and cleaned,
and after several weeks of work my unit was one of the cleanest in the
jail. There wasn't as much cleaning to do but I still let him out to clean
and I still fed him. Usually he ate in his cell and after he ate he would
ask to take a shower, of course I would let him out to get a shower.

When he finished his shower he would come back to his cell and we would
talk for the rest of the night. Sometimes he put his clothes back on;
sometimes he just wore his towel. He made sure that I saw all of his body,
but he wasn't blatant. He was very seductive.  When we talked he ask
personal questions about my life, and I answered. He ask did I have a
girlfriend or wife, I told him no. he ask did I have a boyfriend I said
no. he ask could he be my boyfriend. I told him that there was nothing he
could do for me because he was locked up. He said, "I won't be locked up
forever." From that point kilo became much more seductive. He was routinely
almost naked for one reason or the other, he would be lotioning himself or
shaving or just any reason to show his body off. He had something to show
too. He had a sexy ass redbone skin tone. He wasn't tall, but he was built
just right. He always had his hair braided to the back with a do rag on,
his face was round and he had this really sexy way of talking. He did
pushups and sit ups religiously, so he had big beautiful pecs and an eihgt
pack.  He had sexy mocha colored nipples and a trail of hair that led from
his navel to his close cut pubes and perfect dick. He had a dusting of dark
hair on his round juicy ass and dark curly hairs on his thighs and calves.
His legs were nicely shaped and his feet always looked like he had just had
a pedacure. Yes, he was a sight to behold. Seeing him nude would make your
dick throb and your ass pucker. He tried very hard to seduce me. There was
more than one occasion that I would report to my post and would find him on
his bunk nude either just feeling his body or jacking his dick. He made no
effort to cover himself or stop; he seemed to take pleasure in these
displays. I made no effort to stop him, I enjoyed the show. This went on
for months.

One day I reported to my post to find kilo sitting on his bunk with that
sad look on his face. I ask what the problem was, he told me that he was
going to be sentenced and shipped out on tomorrow; that this would be our
last night together. He came out and cleaned, I fed him. He went to take
his shower; he called to me and said that the shower wasn't working. I went
to see what the problem was. When I rounded the corner to the showers he
was standing there nude. I stopped and he stepped into me. He put one hand
around my waist and with the other he held my head and leaned in and kissed
me. It was a long passionate kiss, my knees got weak he moved from my lips
to my neck. He licked my neck and I tilted my head for better access he
started to suck on my neck. He put a passion mark on my neck then moved to
my collar bone and left another passion mark there. I felt his hands on my
shoulders pushing me down, I didn't resist. I was on my knees with his dick
in my face. I looked up at him; he looked me in the eye and said, "Please."
I wrapped my hand around the shaft and licked the head. He moaned and put
his hand behind my head and pulled my mouth onto his dick. He slowly began
to thrust, I sucked. It didn't take long I felt his dick swell; he said he
was going to bust. I sucked on the head harder, he started to cum in my
mouth, I held his cum in my mouth and when he finished I stood up and
leaned into him for a kiss. He leaned into me and kissed me, he stuck his
tongue in my mouth and licked his cum into his mouth when was finished he
broke the kiss and swallowed. I turned to leave and he wrapped his arm
around my chest and pulled me back, he stuck his hand in my pants. He was
feeling my ass then found the pucker and slid a finger in. I sucked in air
and pushed my ass on to his finger he was working it in and out. He said,
"drop your pants" I told him no we don't have time, he slid his fingers out
and patted me on the ass and told me, "I'll get it later, baby" the next
night when I reported for duty he was gone.

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