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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 52
This is from a part of my life when I was literally out of control. A time when no matter who or how many fronted me, I'd take them on. It lead to many many fights and lots of time at her majesty's pleasure. Either in youth detention or as in my confession here, in prison.
Unfortunately for me my size wasn't something that went for me, even if my inner anger, fighting ability and non stop ferociousness counted for something on the outside of prison. There were men and con rules inside, that made sure my role in prison wasn't what I would have chosen.
The very first man who attempted to have sex with me, was a cell mate. We'd both been drinking (Yes you can get alcohol in prison) and he thought because I was so small (I'm 5'4" tall) he could take advantage of me and my arsehole. I put him straight and also put him in the prison infirmary. The bad thing for me was, he was a protected person. Someone who has the backing of a major player in prison. It was that player who had me placed in his cell to be his bitch. Too late for me to find out and I was told I was to be "Shuffled off".
I had only one choice, find another player and get their protection for a cost. That cost of course wasn't just one thing, it was a number of things. Having items brought in. "Making up" a cigarette ration (from lesser cons) and giving it all to them, working the prison net as a courier and finally submitting to their sexual will. I learnt all this whilst I was in solitary for my violence, and knew when I was put back into the general prison populas I would be someones bitch.
Meeting Frank was unerving. Even I, had heard of his reputation. Almost everyone in the city I lived in, knew about Frank and his persausive ways. So when I first entered his plush cell I was shitting myself. Not out of physical fear because if I had to I'd fight him too, but from the prison whispers. I'd already resigned myself to the fact that I would be his or one of his minions sexual toy. The rumours of his huge cock though, did have me sweating. He couldn't have been more friendly, yet the menance of the man was there. His massive frame didn't go with his soft voice. But when he spoke, you knew what he said, absolutely was how it was going to be.
Quietly and smiling Frank said "Open my trousers and give me the best blow job I've had this year" It wasn't a debate, it wasn't a time for me to question what he wanted. So dropping to my knees I opened Franks non conforming prison trousers and released what I can only describe as a snake flopping out of the material. The rumours weren't wrong and I genuinely gulped at the task in front of me. Opening my mouth as Frank pushed forwards, I felt his hot growing cock slide over my tongue, completely filling my mouth. It was an alien feeling for me, but weirdly not too uncomfortable as Frank slowly began to fuck my mouth.
Every thrust of his hips pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and every time I took it, I became more and more confident. A few minutes into sucking on Franks enormous cock, he was actually leaning backwards against his cell wall and he was moaning out loud, so loud everyone on the landing would have been able to hear him. Of his ten inch swollen thick cock, I was able to take about six inches of it down my throat, something I'd never done before, but something which seemed natural to me. Frank stopped me, let me have a breather as he removed his trousers completely and lay on his bunk. One of his minders Tony, who was stood in the doorway, was grinning like a cheshire cat at me and Frank saw him. Turning to him he said "Not this one Tony, he's all mine, boy can this guy suck cock". Moving over to where Frank lay, I resumed where I'd left off, deep throating his cock for all I was worth. A couple of minutes later, Frank gripped my hair and forced his cock further over my tongue, face fucking me. Then holding me firm, his cock exploaded filling my mouth and throat. He didn't let go until I'd swallowed the lot.
Releasing me, he told Tony to sort out my sleeping arrangements, telling him "This one's mine, no one has access, and I mean no one" he paused before adding "Tell Terry, I'll square it with him for Barry's trip to the infirmary". That was it, I was Franks posession from then on. I was nineteen years old and I'd sucked the cock of one of prisons most notorious's men.
It wasn't the only sexual pleasure I gave to Frank. He took my anal virginity with his massive cock a few weeks later, but that's another confession maybe for a later day. I also learnt that pleasing some of his main crew, was extremely beneficial for me too, especially on the outside, as it provided me with the means to start the business I've been sucessful in to this day. I don't like prison and wouldn't advocate it as a career or anything, but my time back then was for me, a total sexual exploration and one in which I totally enjoyed. My life is completely different from back then, as I'm not only married now to a beautiful and wonderful woman, I'm also a father of two great kids.
My fighting and prison days are over, but having said that, I wouldn't hessitate to suck cock again, if you know what I mean, if my family was threatened.
Unfortunately for me my size wasn't something that went for me, even if my inner anger, fighting ability and non stop ferociousness counted for something on the outside of prison. There were men and con rules inside, that made sure my role in prison wasn't what I would have chosen.
The very first man who attempted to have sex with me, was a cell mate. We'd both been drinking (Yes you can get alcohol in prison) and he thought because I was so small (I'm 5'4" tall) he could take advantage of me and my arsehole. I put him straight and also put him in the prison infirmary. The bad thing for me was, he was a protected person. Someone who has the backing of a major player in prison. It was that player who had me placed in his cell to be his bitch. Too late for me to find out and I was told I was to be "Shuffled off".
I had only one choice, find another player and get their protection for a cost. That cost of course wasn't just one thing, it was a number of things. Having items brought in. "Making up" a cigarette ration (from lesser cons) and giving it all to them, working the prison net as a courier and finally submitting to their sexual will. I learnt all this whilst I was in solitary for my violence, and knew when I was put back into the general prison populas I would be someones bitch.
Meeting Frank was unerving. Even I, had heard of his reputation. Almost everyone in the city I lived in, knew about Frank and his persausive ways. So when I first entered his plush cell I was shitting myself. Not out of physical fear because if I had to I'd fight him too, but from the prison whispers. I'd already resigned myself to the fact that I would be his or one of his minions sexual toy. The rumours of his huge cock though, did have me sweating. He couldn't have been more friendly, yet the menance of the man was there. His massive frame didn't go with his soft voice. But when he spoke, you knew what he said, absolutely was how it was going to be.
Quietly and smiling Frank said "Open my trousers and give me the best blow job I've had this year" It wasn't a debate, it wasn't a time for me to question what he wanted. So dropping to my knees I opened Franks non conforming prison trousers and released what I can only describe as a snake flopping out of the material. The rumours weren't wrong and I genuinely gulped at the task in front of me. Opening my mouth as Frank pushed forwards, I felt his hot growing cock slide over my tongue, completely filling my mouth. It was an alien feeling for me, but weirdly not too uncomfortable as Frank slowly began to fuck my mouth.
Every thrust of his hips pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and every time I took it, I became more and more confident. A few minutes into sucking on Franks enormous cock, he was actually leaning backwards against his cell wall and he was moaning out loud, so loud everyone on the landing would have been able to hear him. Of his ten inch swollen thick cock, I was able to take about six inches of it down my throat, something I'd never done before, but something which seemed natural to me. Frank stopped me, let me have a breather as he removed his trousers completely and lay on his bunk. One of his minders Tony, who was stood in the doorway, was grinning like a cheshire cat at me and Frank saw him. Turning to him he said "Not this one Tony, he's all mine, boy can this guy suck cock". Moving over to where Frank lay, I resumed where I'd left off, deep throating his cock for all I was worth. A couple of minutes later, Frank gripped my hair and forced his cock further over my tongue, face fucking me. Then holding me firm, his cock exploaded filling my mouth and throat. He didn't let go until I'd swallowed the lot.
Releasing me, he told Tony to sort out my sleeping arrangements, telling him "This one's mine, no one has access, and I mean no one" he paused before adding "Tell Terry, I'll square it with him for Barry's trip to the infirmary". That was it, I was Franks posession from then on. I was nineteen years old and I'd sucked the cock of one of prisons most notorious's men.
It wasn't the only sexual pleasure I gave to Frank. He took my anal virginity with his massive cock a few weeks later, but that's another confession maybe for a later day. I also learnt that pleasing some of his main crew, was extremely beneficial for me too, especially on the outside, as it provided me with the means to start the business I've been sucessful in to this day. I don't like prison and wouldn't advocate it as a career or anything, but my time back then was for me, a total sexual exploration and one in which I totally enjoyed. My life is completely different from back then, as I'm not only married now to a beautiful and wonderful woman, I'm also a father of two great kids.
My fighting and prison days are over, but having said that, I wouldn't hessitate to suck cock again, if you know what I mean, if my family was threatened.
