Date: Thu, 04 May 2006 23:26:03 -0500
From: Plowed Boy
Subject: Plowed

When the judge slammed his gavel down, it had the sound of doom.  He
looked at me and pronounced sentence:

"You have been found guilty of three counts of armed robbery and,
although you are only 18 years of age, it is the judgment of this court
that you be given a sentence fitting the severity of your crimes. When
shots are fired in the course of a robbery, it does not matter that no
one was injured.  I sentence you to three concurrent terms of 10 years to
Life in the Illinois State Penitentiary."

I was taken back into an empty bullpen in shock and anger.  I kicked the
steel cage so hard it rang for over a minute.  I felt my life was over.
"10 to Life" sounds like the end of the world. I was transferred to
Stateville Penitentiary that same day and put into an intake barracks
where "fish" or new inmates were evaluated.  Each cell held a double bunk
bed.  We had our heads shaved, we were showered and given tan pants and
shirts, along with slippers. My cellmate was a big black guy about 6:3
and 300 pounds.

"Hey man, what they give you?" He asked.

"I got 10 to Life."

"Man, that's a whole lot of time. You're gonna need some friends to get
through all those years."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a lot can happen in the "joint" and a young guy like you needs to
have some friends protecting your back from some of the old cons who
would take advantage of you."

He sat down on the lower bunk, next to me and put his hand on my
shoulder.

"I been here before and I know a lot of the cons. I can be your pal if
you want me to."

"I guess you're right. A guy needs friends. Sure, my name is Tom."

"I'm Louis, Tommy, they call St.Louis because that's where I come from,
East Saint Louis."

He put his big arm around my shoulder.

"OK, we're "tight" then. I'll watch out for you and you take care of me.
That's what it's all about."

I was raised on the West side of Chicago and our neighborhood was mixed,
so being "pals" with a black guy was a normal relationship.  He was a lot
bigger than me. I was about 175 pounds, 5:8, with freckles and blond
hair.

He said: " You know Tommy your shoulders seem tight. Why don't I give you
a quick massage around your neck and shoulders.  Take your shirt off."

This made me a little nervous, but I knew my neck and shoulders bothered
me and I figured it would be polite to refuse his offer. So, I took my
shirt off and he began to rub my shoulders.

"Your muscles are really tight, Tommy. Here, let me sit behind you so I
can get into a better position.  Lean back. That's right"

He had taken his shirt off too and I could feel the warmth of his chest
and he leaned into me. He had strong hands and I was beginning to feel a
lot more relaxed. Pretty soon, I began to feel something else, something
hard poking into my pants.  I didn't say anything.

He whispered: "Hey Tommy, why don't you lie down so I can give you a
complete massage?"

I stood up and he pulled my pants down.

"Now lie on your stomach."

I didn't know he had taken his pants off until he straddled my thighs to
continue the massage. He was working on my back and moving lower.

"Hey, Tommy, you got a fine body," He said as he began rubbing me slowly
and moving lower.

"I'm gonna make you feel real good."

He began massaging the cheeks of my ass and I had to admit it felt pretty
nice.  Then he kissed my left check and suddenly, I realized where this
was heading.  He pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue found my hole.

"Jesus! Stop Lou. What are you doing to me?"

Just making you feel real good, Tommy. Just relax."

He probed deeper and, despite myself, I began to get an erection. I never
experienced anything like this before and I had to admit it felt
wonderful. We still had our lunch trays on a table and Louis reached over
and took some margarine. He began rubbing it into me and soon he had two
fingers inside me. I could feel him touching my prostate. Wow, what a
sensation!

He whispered: "Now just relax, Tommy and enjoy this."

I could feel something hard probing the entrance to my ass. It kept
adding pressure and it began to hurt.

"Ow, stop, that hurt's!"

"Shh, just relax. I promise you, you're going to enjoy this."

It hurt even worse and he continued to apply pressure. I could feel my
sphincter being stretched and the agony of the pain shot through my body,
but it was too late to do anything now. I was going to be fucked by this
big black guy no matter what.  Finally, I felt the head of his cock pop
inside me.  He laid on me and remained still.

"I'll let you get used to this and I promise you it will begin to feel
real good when you relax some", He said.

Slowly, the pain subsided, but it felt like a had a fire plug inside me.
I was stretched beyond anything I ever knew and something was pushing on
my guts.  Slowly, he began moving back and forth, sliding in and out an
inch or two at a time.  I could feel the heat of his cock as he began to
slowly fuck my virgin ass.  It felt like a huge, long and slippery object
was a living thing inside my body. He kept up a steady pace and soon I
felt him totally inside me; his body resting on mine, while he nibbled on
my ear.  I orgasmed into the sheets with anything touching my cock. It
was the most sensual, magical feeling I had ever experienced and it
wasn't over. Lou began moving in and out, in and out and I could feel
every movement and every inch of him as he made me his woman.  It went on
and on for at least another fifteen minutes before I felt him plunge deep
and began pumping hot cum inside me. I could feel each spurt of his man
juice and I had yet another orgasm.  And this was only my first day in
prison.

To Be Continued