Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 20:43:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trippin with a Convict 3 - by Gruntraq

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

Trippin with a Convict 3 - By Gruntraq

What a fuck? He comes to my place, demands a blow job
and leaves. Why I was so fucking turned on about being
used like this spun my head. Steve finally dropped by
my pad around 10:30 and dropped off my sack of weed
and left, saying he was tired and wanted to crash.
Fuck him sometimes!

The following Saturday we morning crossed paths in the
parking lot and he told me there was going to be a keg
party at his place that night. "You should come, I
have a surprise for you," he said with a shit eating
grin. I shuddered to imagine what it could be. I like
getting down with Steve, but he still put me on edge.
The guy was still a volatile character I had seen get
in a drunken rage blowing holes in people's apartment
doors with a shot gun because he thought someone stole
his hunting knife.

That night my room-mate Greg and I cruised over to
Steve's place. Greg was straight and had no idea I
liked getting down with dudes. He was a good looking
guy at 20 - athletic, clean cut and pretty sexy but he
had a girlfriend and baby back home and made fun of
fags a lot so I hadn't gone there. I wasn't worried
about Steve outing me with Greg as I felt he had as
much to lose as I did. But it would happen sooner than
I thought.

We got there and the place was already slammed . Keg
parties in the dorms were standing room only affairs
that spilled out into the parking lot. People were
standing around and partying outside, and a line of
young  rednecks with empty cups led into the
apartment. We worked our way in and began partaking.
We spent an hour or so hanging out, getting a good
buzz on and talking with friends.

I finally saw ex-con Steve standing in the crowd
outside in the hot sticky Texas summer night air. All
he was wearing was a pair of ragged looking 501's with
tattered pant legs dragging over his bare feet. I got
a spring in my nuts watching beads of sweat roll down
his tattooed chest into his loose hanging pants.
Skulls, barbed wire, demons and spider webs covered
almost every inch of his upper torso. He held a pint
of Jack Daniels about half gone, hitting it like soda
as he chatted with a small group. I noticed the big
mean looking black thug standing with him, a man I
hadn't seen before. He stood nearly as tall as Steve
but was built like a house, at least 290 lbs. Not
overly muscular, he was just girthy with a big huge
ass and thighs. He had a mean ass gansta like
demeanor. His movements were shifty and he looked at
everyone like some kind of mark. He was wearing a tied
off do-rag, a black T-Shirt and loose sweats.

Greg was off talking to some chick so I went over to
Steve. He threw out a deft sock in the arm to greet
me. He turned to the big black slab of beef next to
him he said, "This is Rod, a friend of mine from
Oregon." The guy had this cynical look of disinterest
on his face as he sized me up and shook my hand. He
looked every bit an ex-con as Steve did.

Sensing my apprehension Steve added. "He's cool bro.
We did time together at Oregon State. He came down to
visit for the weekend". Oh that made me feel better.
Steve offered me a hit off his bottle of Jack which I
obliged. We made some small talk while the thug kept
looking me over.

After a few minutes Steve put his hand on my shoulder
and whispered in my ear, "Rod's got some killer green
bud from Oregon, we should go smoke some" Feeling
suddenly better about his shifty buddy I replied,
"Sure". Steve then shifted his eyes around the crowd
and asked, "Can we go to your place. I don't want
everyone here to know about it". Suspicious, I agreed
and we began to covertly sneak away from the crowd and
into the darkness.

Once at my dorm room we sat around the kitchen table.
Steve was a little on edge asking we keep the lights
off so nobody would know we were there. We toked a
joint of some of the most mind slamming weed I have
ever experienced. I was spinning out of control from
the nasty shit after only a couple hits and could not
take anymore. Steve and Rod finished it up as I sat
there trying breathe calmly and reel in my raging
synapses.

I got up to grab a beer in the kitchen and Steve
followed. As I began to open up the fridge Steve
gently pushed himself against my backside pinning me
against the kitchen counter. Reaching his arms around
me he grabbed at my package with one hand and pinched
at my left tit with the other. Breathing heavy into my
ear and brushing his mustache across my neck he said,
"Lets get it on bro." I tensed up and tried breaking
his grip, but he squeezed me tighter and pushed his
groin into my ass. "But what about Rod?" I whispered
nervously.

"Roddy?" He let out a sinister guffaw while his rough
whiskers scrubbed over my shoulder. "Rod wants some of
your tight little pussy too," Steve whispered in a
teasing tone. I tensed up and tried even more to
resist his advance. "Oh come on bro, you know what
they say. Once you try black you can't ever go back."
I protested half heartedly, "You told him about us?
Dude, I don't even know him". Laughing, he pushed the
refrigerator door shut and said, "He's my bro, trust
me. I vouch for him. We spent three years in a cell
together. We don't hide no shit from each other.
Besides, I wouldn't throw you to the wolves". Feeling
like I was being made, I went along and said, "Ok".

Steve motioned to Rod saying, "Come on". The three of
us walked into the dark bedroom area. "Sit down",
Steve ordered as Rod stepped up to his side. Rod
looked me over while rubbing his package, "Steve says
you give killer head". My heart raced while hearing
this. I looked back at him and then back a Steve.
"Don't worry, he ain't gonna hurt ya. He knows how to
give it out nice and easy don't ya Roddy?" Steve said
as he clasped my skull with his rough hand.

Steve unbuttoned his 501's while Rod was digging his
cock from his baggy sweats. "Show him your shit!"
Steve jibbed Rod. The black ex-con pulled out a
downright scary weapon of a cock. It was everything I
had imagined a big black cock would be. It had to be
at least 2" in diameter and looked to be about 8-9"
half hard. I let out a sigh of nervous energy while
Steve finished peeling his 501's off.

"Go on, touch it bro!" Steve encouraged. "Check out
that big black man cock!"  I slowly wrapped my sweaty
palm around Rod's huge meat stick. My hand barely
wrapped around his shaft, my fingers and thumb did not
meet on the backside as I gently pumped him. It didn't
even feel like a normal dick.

Steve stepped up next to him and slapped Rod's cock
with his. He then looked down at me and ordered, "Get
your clothes off! We're gonna turn you out!" I was
reeling from a combination of being stoned off my ass
like never before, nervous, scared and exposed to
these to ex-con thugs. As I slowly began pulling off
my clothes, Steve and Rock engaged in a short bit of
mutual hand and cock to cock action, squeezed each
others tits and kissed. These two  butch ex-cons
slapping their dicks together turned me on good for
the first time tonight.

Continued in Trippin with a Convict 4

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