Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 18:52:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trippin with a Convict 2

This is a true set of circumstances with fictional
outcomes. Names have been changed.

Trippin with a Convict 2 - By Gruntraq

As described in the first episode, Steve was a 29 year
old ex-con I met in Texas when I was 19 in tech
school. He was a huge guy, about 6'-2'. He had large
muscular build and covered with prison art tattoos. He
had a dirty brown crew cut and a bushy un-trimmed
mustache. He was rough white trash, I was kinda scared
of him too but that made him pretty hot to me. Our
first time was the interlude of a dark, drug fueled
trip but the following forays I would not blame on
being screwed up.

A week had gone by since the dug out experience, and
we had not really crossed paths. It was Friday after
school and everyone was arriving at the dorm complex.
The familiar ritual of hoots and hollers, cases of
beer being carried in, and the sound of "quarters"
beer games being played got going in earnest. Friday
afternoons were electric at the complex. It was the
beginning of the weekend where everyone let loose and
partied for death.

The complex was a sprawling collection of motel style
two-story buildings comprised of studio apartments.
Two of us were assigned to each unit which was a
single with a bathroom and kitchen stuck in the
corner. The rooms were all the same with two beds, a
collection of cheap furniture including a couch,
coffee table, a dinette, and a 19" color TV bolted to
a steel post. The place mostly housed us tech school
students, but also other seedy types that came for the
low weekly rental rates. It was a wild mix of
just-out-of-high school redneck guys who didn't make
it into real college, ex-cons and drug dealers. Ah the
good old days.

I had just shut the door behind me, tossed my keys to
the table and was headed to the fridge to get a beer
when an loud knock rapped at the door. My room-mate
had the evening school classes and had left already.
It wasn't unusual to get a crowd over right after
school as I was the guy who could usually score beer
because I looked older than 21.

When I opened the door Steve was standing there in his
wife beater complete with a toothpick in his mouth.
His muscular tatted arms and tight 501 jeans clenching
his bulging basket made me freeze momentarily while he
pushed himself by me as if it were his place. "Hey
sweetness, what are you doing right now?" he asked in
an assuming tone while rubbing his flat stomach and
raising up the bottom of his shirt.

Watching him tab his fingers at his stomach, I replied
"Nothin yet. I was thinking about getting a beer and
kicking back for a few. You want one?" He was looking
at me like a hungry dog. I knew where this was headed.
I grabbed us each a couple beers and set them all down
on the coffee table. He then offered, "I'm going to
score some weed, are you gonna want some?"

I immediately replied, "Yeah, I' take a bag." We
hadn't talked since he fucked my head off a week prior
and feeling a need to address our hook-up I started to
say, "Look Steve, about last week^Å^Å^Å" He began pulling
off his shirt and unbuttoning his 501's and looking at
me with an unmistakable tint of sexual confidence.
"^Å^Å..um I had a good time. I just wanted you to know
you don't need to worry about anyone hearing about
it", I continued. He looked at me with a slight
threatening nod, "I'm not worried about it, I know
where to find ya".

He then grabbed my shoulders with both his bounding
arms and walked me over to the couch and pushed me
down onto it. He then pulled his open fly apart and
away allowing his hardening tool to swing out before
my face. I heard his breathing deepen as he ordered,
"No need to talk about it. Just show me how you can
suck my cock. It`s been aching for you all week". At
first I hesitated while he jacked himself and swung
his meat back and forth in my face. "Come on, don't
tell me you don't want to suck me off now. You aren't
gonna say no now, I already punked you!". Getting
impatient, he deftly grasped the back of my skull with
the palm his free hand and pulled my face into his
smelly sweaty cock nest. "Suck it!"

Forcefully and bluntly stabbing shoving his package at
my mouth, I submitted and took his pasty stinky piss
rod into my warm wet mouth. He obviously hadn't
showered today because DAMN, he was raunchy. As I
engaged and get into it, he immediately let out a deep
gut driven groan, "Uuuhhhhh yeah that's it. Make me
feel good, suck it up bro". I wanted it though, no
doubt. I went to work on his tatted cock, slithering
my tongue up and down the shaft, around and over his
head, running the rough part of my tongue over his
piss slit. His rough mechanic's hands tightly grasped
the round of my scalp and he guided me back and forth
as he thrusted his groin into my face. In each deep
thrust his balls rubbed my chin, My nose buried deep
in the thick brown sweaty hair of his crotch. His deep
odor of sweat and piss was almost overtaking.

He was getting more and more excited, moving faster.
"You make me feel so good, ohhh, ahhh yeah that its it
bro" he was muttering. I had worked my hands around
his buttocks and was pulling him tight as I sucked and
slurped, for what seemed like an eternity. His cock
was emitting sticky sweet juices that I could not get
enough of. Getting hotter, sweat began rolling down
his lightly haired stomach and  on my face.

Finally without warning he began fast fucking my
mouth, groaning and grasping my skull tightly. "Uhh,
yeah! Fuck!", he grunted out. A few three or four deep
slaps and an explosion of warm jizz flooded my mouth.
I could not contain it all and it was running out all
over my lips and down my chin. By now his face fucking
had pushed me back into the couch and he was almost on
top of me pumping my face full of warm sticky cum. He
finally got off me and stood back up before the couch
as I followed, licking up his last streams of ex-con
spunk. Now softly rubbing his hands through my hair
his breathing slowed. "Oh man that was so good, that's
what I needed".

Just as I was getting ready to pull out my cock and
get into it more he buttoned up his jeans and said,
"Well I gotta go get the weed. I`ll drop by later."
With that he ran his hands through my hair and then
left.

I grabbed my beer and took a few drinks to wash Steve
down.

Continued in Trippin with a Convict 3

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