Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 12:20:38 -0400
From: rovendell@hotmail.com
Subject: prisoner of love part 1

I first met Joe on cellblock E1. It was during the summer and those old
prison walls retained the heat like a clay oven. Fortunately, this meant
that most of the guys went around half naked, including Joe - that day he
wore just a pair of powder blue boxers. As I saw him strutting up the
corridor, like some urban tarzan I felt the stab of intense, painful
desire. I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. He was absolutely gorgeous with
a gymnast's tight, muscular body, a rope of shoulder length thick blond
hair, pale blue eyes, seemingly naturally hairless except for a trail of
blond leading from his bellybutton down into the hidden treasures of his
boxers. Since we were both white and young we gravitated towards each
other.

Soon we were best buds, spending most of our free time together, playing
cards and talking about what we would do when we got out of prison.  At
some point we added a new past time - wrestling. Joe would sit on the bed
and I would attempt to bodily remove him and manoeuvre him out the door of
my cell. This gave me a wonderful opportunity to know his body on the sly -
to know the silky feel of his skin under my hands, the faint natural
perfume as he sweated , the flexing and bulging of his straining muscles,
even occasionally the curve and hardness of his ass.

All of this of course feed my desire, my longing, my countless fantasies as
I masturbated each and every night to his image, to my Adonis, naked and
hard before me. And even though I knew 90% of his body well- had memorized
the way the muscles in his neck grew taut when he turned, the small scar
above his lip hidden by his moustache, the size and smoothness of his
nipples- yet I had never seen his cock. I could have gone to take a shower
in the communal stall when he did but I thought it would be too much for me
to see his cock, to at last get a glimpse of what I desired most in the
world, even above freedom. I would have stared speechless with passion or
worse fallen on my knees and begged to be allowed to suck him off. Being
gay in prison is no fun. Yes you are surrounded by hyper-masculine guys
with little else to do except work out and think horny thoughts about the
women they haven't had sex with for months. I could have had cock every
hour of the day but it wouldn't have been on my terms. And so to avoid the
abuse both verbal and physical I masked my true nature and denied my
desire.

A few months later Joe began this annoying habit. Particularly when playing
cards we talked trash, dismissing or belittling the other with some verbal
flourish.  Joe, out of the blue, began to answer practically everything I
said with "Suck my dick."  Apart from the fact that this was irritatingly
repetitious the command "Suck my dick" said even in jest brought home my
conflicted thoughts. Believe me Joe I would love to suck your dick, but I
can't so fuck off. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to resolve
this situation, one way or the other. That night, he said it again and
again, "Suck my dick." I looked over at him and said very seriously, "I
will, if you want me too." I didn't know what to expect, whether a punch or
a "fuck you faggot" as he fled the scene. It got very quiet and in a soft
yet guttural voice he said "when." Oh rapture, oh joy. Tomorrow I said,
tomorrow just after they open the cell doors. Just then lock up was called
and Joe left.

I couldn't sleep. My mind was in a whirl, on fire with anticipation of the
morning. At last not only would I see his cock, but I would see it in all
its hard, engorged glory and I would taste of its pleasures. Finally, I
heard the click of the cell doors being opened. I hurried down to his room
and went in. He was in bed still, but wide awake.  Like some modest virgin
he had the blanket pulled up to his chin. Jokingly, I said " I can't suck
your cock through this blanket Joe." He pushed back the bedding. As usual,
he was wearing nothing except for boxers. I took in his whole body with my
eyes and practically swooned, half crazy with lack of sleep, half with the
near release of all my intense sexual desire over these many months. Even
though he had boxers on I could tell he was already hard. The fabric was
tented up and throbbed as the blood pulsed through his cock. With trembling
fingers I reached through the slit in his boxers and grasped his dick,
forcing it out into the open. Sweet, motherfucking jesus, it was
gorgeous. I have had many cocks in my life but I swear this was the most
beautiful cock I have ever seen. It was perfect, from the way the head
flared out from the shaft, the pulsating veins along the side, its
impressive thickness at the base and the faint blush of blood under its
silky surface. And how hard it was. When I reached inside his boxers I
couldn't believe how stiff and hard his cock felt. It's a cliche in porn
to talk of a cock as hard as steel but this was living pulsating proof. I
bent down and with my tongue licked his cock from the base to the very
tip. Joe moaned with pleasure and strained upwards anxious for me to take
his cock in my mouth. Perhaps he too had been lying awake all night
thinking of this moment. My mind told me to take it slow, to prolong our
sexual agonies but my lust won out and with a swift sure motion I engulfed
his cock with my hot wet mouth. I began to move my mouth and tongue up and
down his shaft, feeling his hardness and thickness filling me.  Joe was
letting out little moans and gasps. Suddenly I felt his cock inside my
mouth grow even thicker and then with a tremendous twitch I felt the first
flood of cum. And then again and again and yet more, spurt after spurt of
hot cum which I gulped down like a madman anxious not to let a single drop
escape me. Fuck that was good I thought, and even if he never speaks to me
again it was worth it.

His cock had finished spewing and I was just gently sucking waiting for it
to go limp. But it didn't. Joe's cock remained as hard as ever. I had been
visited by an angel who could do miraculous things.  So I continued to suck
and lick. I wanted to taste his balls, so I pulled his boxers down and
completely off. Finally, the image that had tortured me was real, Joe was
completely naked and hard before me and he was all mine. I licked his
balls, I took them in my mouth and gently rolled them about. With my hands
I caressed his inner thighs. And most of all I took his long, thick, hard
cock deep into my mouth again and again.  It felt so good and so
right. After about ten minutes he came once more, with the same force and
perhaps even more cum. This time he went soft and with regret I let his
limp cock emerge from my mouth to lie gleaming on his groin. His eyes were
closed whether with embarrassment or intense pleasure I couldn't tell so I
withdrew, silently leaving his cell.  Come what may I had had my Adonis.

I would love to hear what you think of this story, which by the way is
true.  There is more to the story as well, so let me know if you are
interested.  rovendell@hotmail.com