Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 11:06:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trippin with a convict

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

Trippin with a convict - By Gruntraq

Steve was a 29 year old ex-con I met in Texas when I
was 19, going to Tech school. He was about 6'-2' and
very butch. He had large muscular build from working
out in prison, his upper torso was mostly covered with
tattoos of serpents, skulls, barbed wire and the like.
His crew cut hair was dirty brown and he had a
mustache like a cop. He was white trash and just
looked like a convict, but that rough quality made him
pretty hot to me.

He had been convicted of a god knows what. I never
asked. He was out on parole in a program that got you
out early if you went to school and stayed there
crime-free. I knew him from parties at the dorm
complex our school ran. He wasn't the type of crowd I
normally ran with. But he sold weed making our
friendship a necessity. He was a craw ass though. One
of the most vivid images I have of him was answering
the door at one of their parties and spitting hi-proof
alcohol and lighting it up, spitting flames at the guy
who knocked on the door. Crazy shit. Hanging with him
was flirting with the devil, but it was a turn on and
he seemed to like me - I always felt safe with him. I
had heard him kidding about prison sex a few times and
even watched him pretend to rape his roommate James as
a joke. He would grab James and throw him on the
couch, saying, "Give that tight pussy of yours". He
would pretend hump him while James just laughed. The
group of us would laugh, I would stir inside my pants.


One Friday night I was trying to score a joint and
went to see him. The dorm complex was pretty dead,
everyone seemed to be somewhere else. In the hot Texas
summer, the windows were open and he answered the door
wearing just and old pair of jeans. He had been
drinking beer and sweating, his tatted upper half
reflecting the light of the front porch. His dirty
bare feet could be smelled before I saw them. He was
out of weed to sell, but said he would toke his last
joint with me. We hung out there getting high watching
the TV for a while, but the buzz wore off and we got
bored. He told me he had a few hits of LSD and asked
if I wanted to trip some acid with him. "You gotta
commit to it bro, it'll keep us going all night. I
went for it thinking it would be an uncharted
adventure to trip with this dude.

We did the LSD and spent the better part of the next 8
hours spelunking around the dorm complex and the
immediate neighborhood. Both our roommates worked the
night shift and got home in the early hours so we
could not hang out at either of our places and keep
them awake with out acid-head banter.

After an uneventful trip, Steve directed us to a
baseball dugout across the street from the dorms and
thought that`d be a cool place to hang out and come
down. We talked about everything on the face of the
earth in explicit detail that happens with acid. It
was very cold out so we leaned up close to each other
to keep warm and share the experience of coming down
together. He was very quiet and down to earth for a
change, unlike the usual tough as nails "bad-ass" he
usually presented himself as. I wondered what this guy
thought of this rich kid's stories of growing up in
Disneyland with all his little "issues", when he was a
rough hewn street bred con. To my surprise he was
always respectful and genuinely brotherly toward me.

I finally got up the nerve and asked him if he ever
got raped in prison. "Me get raped?, Hell I was the
one that fucked the shit out those bitches, I never
got raped", he bragged. "Did you like it?" I asked.
"Fuck, man when you're in the joint, you take what you
can get, and take it like a man. It's just fuckin' -
don't mean your queer", he said, "Why you askin?" he
looked at me with a new tone of excited seriousness.
"Do you want to get fucked up the ass or somethin?"

I didn't answer. I didn't have to. When you are
tripping acid, you sort of have this sixth sense about
things. He stood up and unbuttoned his fly, letting
out his cock. It was hairy and long with a tattoo of a
black snake, coiling around his huge balls and
spiraling all the way up his thick shaft with it's
eyes and fangs on either lobe at head with its open
mouth at his piss hole. This was a trip, but a twisted
sort of turn on. He grabbed at it and pumped it a few
times, getting it to stand up some more. The odor of
him and his cock was strong and rank. "What do ya
say?", he gestured. Without any words I dropped to my
knees with my back against the dugout wall and took
his fat snake into my mouth. He was sweaty and hard,
and tasted sourly bitter.

He grabbed his hands on the chain link fence above by
head and started fucking my face hard, banging my head
against the concrete wall. I was trying hard to keep
up as he seemed to be racing. "Take my cock bitch!" he
repeated, "take it down bitch". He was streaming
juices into my throat almost the whole time. I was
foaming at the mouth and jacking off. It felt like he
was going to smash my head thought the wall with his
violent slamming thrusts. I could not get enough of
his snake, sucking and slurping. He finally stopped
and ordered me to lay on the bench. Grabbing and
pushing me face down on the wood, he pulled my pants
down to my knees with one hand, while he stoked his
cock with the other. He got down on me and started
forcing his cock into my ass. He was pretty rough, and
proceeded with no romance or lubrication other than a
palm full of spit.

He placed both hands on my back shoulder blades and
began fucking me deep and rough. It didn't hurt as
much as it should have because LSD has a numbing
effect physically, but I could feel wood splinters
poking into my chest and stomach as his thrusts
scooted me across the bench. The smell of shit wafted
into the air. He was slapping my ass with his thighs
violently, grunting "take it bitch, take it like a
man". I was moaning in deep soulful pleasure and pain,
huffing and trying to catch my breath at moments. He
pulled out for a second wetting his pasty cock with
spit, and starting in again. He grabbed my hair
pulling my head back as he started pumping with a
spiritual vengeance, ever harder than before. All the
force of his cock's pounding with was transferring
back through my scalp and neck. This was the roughest
I had ever been reamed and I was loving every second
of it. I was getting bitch-fucked in prison for all
intents, grunting in with every nasty thrust, "yeah
bitch, you like that big fat cock up your ass, you
fuckin' bitch, fucking little faggot". He yanked back
on my hair one last time delivering his load into my
beaten hairy hole. The warm juice squirting into me
felt heavenly and soothing, loosening him up and
relieving the friction.

He then laid down on my back continuing to slide his
still hard snake in and out, now much more lovingly.
He was cuddling like a lover, kissing and tonguing my
neck. Acid gives you stamina, and he remained hard for
a good ten minutes, pumping my asshole with love
letting out repetitive small bursts of warm juices.
When he was done we just laid there for a while
sweating as one, and finally got dressed as the sun
was coming up.

We left the dugout went home.

Comments welcome - gruntraq@yahoo.com