Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2019 12:16:01 +0100
From: IH
Subject: The prison officer and his ex-cons

The prison officer and his ex-cons

We'd first made contact via the internet. I'd spent several hours looking
at gay porn (which I'd be doing solidly for the past year) and had finally
got my courage up to take it a step further. He – Ken - sent me a
message with a picture attached which showed a man in what I was pretty
sure was a prison officer's uniform (but with his face blurred) standing
next to a settee laying on which was a skinny, pale, nude man with long
hair, 40ish, smiling, and not particularly attractive but with a thick,
long, semi hard cock. The attached message said, `That's me with my clothes
on with one of my `conquests' on the couch. Nice cock!'

After some back and forth we arranged that I'd pick him up from a local
railway station and he'd take me to meet the man in the picture (Max) along
with another `conquest' (Jim) we'd pick up on the way. A day later I picked
him up and sure enough he confirms he's a prison officer. He knows from our
previous messages that although I had some homosexual encounters in my
teens I hadn't been with a man since, and that since first admitting the
re-emergence of my homo urges about a year ago this was going to be all new
to me. I also knew from our online chat that he's into domination and as we
drove along he explained how he manipulated things at his prison so that he
could secretly have sex with some of the prisoners he fancied. The more
details he gave the hornier I got and recognising this he reached over and
squeezed my cock. `Is there anywhere we can pull over and do something
about that.' He said. `Otherwise by the time we meet Max and Jim you'll be
shooting your load before we even get started.'

I knew the road we were on quite well and soon pulled off onto a track that
led into a secluded piece of woodland. We got out and he lent against the
car, undid his trousers and pushed them down. Adopting an aggresive tone
that surprised me, Ken said, `I guess this is what you want you little
cock-sucker,' as he started to stroke his already hard cock. Looking at his
thick cock with his dark pubes I involuntarily licked my lips. `On your
knees and start sucking, bitch.' He ordered. I dropped to my knees and
started to lick his his cock-head, remembering how much I used to like
sucking men's cocks during my teenage homo encounters. His was as long and
thick as any I'd had then – a good eight inches. I took it into my mouth
trying to remember how not to gag when it went deep. I wasn't slurping for
long before he started to groan. `This is too much for now, I'm gonna cum.'
And holding my head he started shooting into my mouth. `God', I thought,
`cum still tastes as good as I remember'.

After he'd done and we'd snogged, passing his cum from mouth to mouth, he
ordered me into the back of the car and positioning himself behind me he
roughly tweaked and pinched my nipples while I wanked off to an intense
orgasm. After we'd cleaned up we drove on. `Your first gay sex for over 30
years', he said, `You soon got into it.' `After watching gay porn on a
daily basis for the past year I'm not surprised, but it took me a few
minutes to get used to your domination routine though.' `Well, that's what
gets me off, as Max and Jim will tell you', he replied. `In any case you'll
feel more relaxed about what's going on once we meet them and you won't be
tempted to cum too soon either now we've let off a bit of the pressure.' he
added, smiling.

We picked Jim up at a village about ten miles from where Max lived. He was
in his 20's and had been inside for a month for not paying fines, during
which time Ken had engineered it so that he was able to force him into homo
sex – first by getting him to suck cock, then fingering him, before
finally fucking him not long before he was due for release. Ken explained
that initially he'd had to threaten to let Jim's family know what had gone
on in prison to make him continue to meet for sex each week, but that after
a month Jim had dumped his girlfriend and was now a homo. They fucked every
week, but Ken also encouraged Jim to go with other men if he needed to. Jim
smiled as Ken told me this, and seemed happy enough at how he'd been
`turned'.

It wasn't long before we arrived at a scruffy looking council house. By the
time we were out of the car Max was at the door and waved us in. He
certainly wasn't a looker, so I tried to keep the image of his cock in mind
as we entered an untidy living room. `Want some beers,' Max said, and
returning from the kitchen handed them round. `So, this is the new
convert', he said, looking at me and adding, smiling, `So Ken says you like
the look of my cock – it won't be long before you can see it up close
and personal.' I recognised the sofa from the picture Ken had sent me and
sat down. Max sat next to me, put his hand on my thigh and said, `After a
long drive I bet you're ready to unwind with some porn'. At that he hit the
remote and the big screen TV lit up with some immediate porn action. `I bet
you like black cock', he said, nodding at the action on the TV (he was
right, I did). Ken laughed, and looking over I saw that he already had his
arm around Jim's shoulders and was roughly playing with his nipples through
his tshirt.

I turned back to Max to find him removing his tshirt. His smooth, pale skin
looked a little sweaty, but I noticed that he was quite taught with
muscle. He reached over, grabbed the bottom of my top. `Come on, off with
it.' I let him pull it off. `Smooth!' `I shaved – and my pubes – I
said.' `Sexy', he replied, and grabbing my face started to snog. His other
hand went straight to my nipples, as we snogged I returned the favour. It
was obvious we both enjoyed nipple play and it wasn't long before he broke
away, stood up and slipped his trousers and pants down. `This is what you
really want', he said, grabbing his hard cock and pointing it at me. It was
even more impressive in real life than the picture. I slid forward on the
settee and took it in my mouth. `God, over 30 years without cock and now
I've had two in the space of a few hours.

As I sucked and slobbered on his cock I caught sight of Ken and Jim going
at it on the other couch. They were both nude and Ken was aggresively
pushing Jim's mouth up and down on his cock while talking dirty to him. I
pulled off Max's cock, stood up and took off my trousers and pants. Max
pulled me back to him and put our cocks together and started wanking. I
reached out and tweaked his nipples, feeling his cock twitch in
response. `You know how to get me going. Don't stop.'  He touched my lips
with his other hand and gently forced two fingers into my mouth. I sucked
hungrily on them. `Come with me.' He led me into the kitchen, and leaning
forward on the worktop said, `Eat my hole.'

I wasn't expecting to get into such stuff so soon into my (re)initiation
into gay sex, but quickly remembered this was something I'd really enjoyed
doing to my older companions during my teens. His arse cheeks were as
smooth as the rest of his body – and firm too. I knelt behind him,
spread his cheeks a bit and dived into his hole, kissing, licking and
tonguing as passionately as if I was snogging his mouth. He moaned loudly,
occasionally pushing his bum back into my face so I ate his hole harder. My
mouth and tongue were beginning to ache by the time he stood up, pulled me
to him and kissed me hard. `God, I can taste my hole – it needs fucking
and I know who wants that job. We walked back into the living room to find
Ken and Jim 69ing.

`I need fucking, Ken. KEN – I need fucking!' Ken broke away from Jim,
walked over to Max and slapped his face. `Don't ever order me around', he
said angrily. `You get fucked when I want to fuck you.' Despite what he'd
just said he pushed Max toward the stairs and followed him up muttering
something I couldn't make out.

I sat down on the couch next to Jim. `Enjoying it?', he said. `You bet,
although the domination stuff from Ken takes a bit to get used to. That
said, I hadn't realised how much I've suppressed the fact that I'm
obviously more of a homo than I ever was straight, and how much I enjoyed
being seduced by older men when I was in my teens and all the great sex
that went with that.' `One day you'll have to tell me all about those
times', said Jim. But don't worry about Ken's domination you'll soon get
into it.  `For example, when Ken first made me suck his cock in prison I
really resisted, but he came back several times a week and forced me into
it, then more, and finally fucked me just before I left prison. I tried
hard to put it out of my head when I got home, but I was secretly relieved
when he got in touch and ordered me to meet him for sex or else. On the day
I made out I didn't want it and struggled a bit but really I just wanted
his thick cock in me and had wanked thinking about it nearly every day,
even when I was fucking my girlfriend. Now I can't get enough cock.'

I laughed, and reached over and twisted his nipples. `Ohhh! Fuck!' I saw
his cock twitch, as he returned the favour. `Fucking hell, this is going to
be a great evening.' I said, as my cock twitched and started to leak
precum.