We all have our crosses to bear. Some of us have more skeletons in the closet, so to speak, than other's. I'm probably one of those.
Inside I was just another prisoner, doing time for something I genuinely regret. But hey that's now water under the bridge. Serving my sentence wasn't easy as I'm a married father of two and I have a very high sex drive. Plus a big cock. The thought of fucking another mans mouth or arsehole just didn't appeal to me, so the two years sentence, to me, was going to be hard.
And so it became. I battled through many doubts in my mind and battled other cons for the right to left in peace. After nine months I became my own person inside (If you've been in, you'll know what that means) and was pretty much left alone. My only concern, a growing concern was a kid who'd pretty much attached himself to me. He obviously was looking for physical protection, but also it seemed right from the off, a sexual relationship. One I imagined at the time, to deflect any other inmates from his very cute and slim body.
His, then my request to get him bunked in with me, worked and within hours of his stuff being transferred into my cell, he was offering his mouth. I at first, and I mean for days refused. But the more he wanted it, the more I saw myself giving him and myself sexual relief. Then I had a visit from my wife.
I told her about my new cell mate, plus I confessed to having thoughts of fucking him. To my utter amazement, my wife very calmly said "When in Rome". I knew what she meant, but it still shocked me. She then added "I don't want a disease when you get out, you understand".
The same day I quietly asked a screw I trusted, about getting condoms or a test done. Within an hour he visited my cell and I had more than enough rubbers to last for weeks. And in that one act, I decided Mark, my young cell mate, when he got back from his lessons, was going to be fucked royally.
Mark's reaction to seeing the condoms I showed him, was to strip naked, release my cock from my trousers and slowly let my hardening cock slide over his hot wet tongue. Our cell dorr was still slightly open, but no one would enter without permission. And no one hearing the sounds of sex, ever disturbed another inmate.
We weren't quiet and we certainly didn't keep our voices down. I kept on telling him just how good it felt after so long without, to have a willing mouth sucking on my cock. I also told Mark, I WAS going to fuck him, and fuck him hard.
My dick was throbbing the like of which I cannot ever remember it before. I was so enraged with sexual desire, I would have fucked my own gran by then. Mark released my cock, placed himself on his bunk and pulled his arse cheeks apart. He then told me to use his hair conditioner as lube and grinned as he said "You ain't the first, but you are certainly the biggest". The condom was unwrapped and unfurled along my cock in no time at all. His rear fuck hole looked so inviting as it literally winked at me, and I remember now thrusting my cock into his star not caring how he felt. To me right then and there, all that mattered was to drive my cock as hard and as deep into his bowels as I could. And I kept on doing so until I realised he'd cum all over his bed covers beneath him.
I was sweating by then and had gone crazed with lust for his arsehole. It felt like no other sex I'd ever had, and it also gave me the enpowerment to trat him him a common slut. That young man took one of the hardest fucks I've given anyone and he took it with only a few strains of backing away from me. Even so, I didn't let him move away and battered his fuckhole with total abandon.
When I came stil fucking him in the doggy position, I unleashed one of the most powerful, vocalised and sexually emotional orgasms in my entire lifetime. It reached every part of my being and I forced my cock so deep into his body, I swear I could feel his ribs on the tip of my cock.
Drained of cum, and of my own need to sexually feed, I withdrew from marks cock. He spun around like he was on hot coals and yanked off my condom. Tilting his head and lifting up the condom, he sucked out as much of my love juice as he could. Swallowing every drop that he managed to squeeze out.
Lay on his bunk with him afterwards, he asked me if I enjoyed his body. My reply was to lift his head and kiss the young man. It was my first male male kiss and I can honestly say, it was joyful to feel his lips part as we began to kiss passionately.
The very same night, He slipped under my covers and we kissed again. Only when it came to sex, not only did he suck on mym cock, I took his into my mouth in a sixty nine and loved the feeling of his little penis hardening in my mouth. I fucked him again, but slower spooning him and with more concern for his sexual needs. Reaching around, I tossed him off as I matched my own rhythm. Mark told me then he had feelings for me. I told him I wanted him to be my lover on the outside.
It was another eleven weeks until he was released. We had sex each and every day until then. Not always with me fucking him, sometimes we just sucked one another's cocks to completion. But I still had a healthy desire to dominate his arsehole, and did so on many many occasions after our initial cumming together.
I was released not too long afterwards on good behaviour, under license. My wife picked me up in her car and with her was a young man sat in the back seat. Mark smiled his usual large wide smile and said hello. My wife told me she'd contacted him after only a few days of him being released. (Don't ask, I don't know how she found his address) and they'd chatted about his time with me in prison. She was extremely calm throughout her conversation, but right at the end she said "He can continue to be your deviation from our marriage, but only him. And you make damn sure you're both clean". That night my wife and I made love. And I can honestly say, it was perfect to feel her flesh, her being and her love surrounding me. Yet two days later in his new flat, I slammed my cock so hard into Marks flesh, I made him cry out with pain and desire all at the same time.
Mark and I are still very much gay lovers. My wife never mentions him and they've not actually seen each other since the day she picked me up from prison. She has however spoken to him a few times by text, something I've only just found out about. And they're topic of discussion apparently, is how, what, where and when I fuck him. On the days she's text him, I've now realised we've (My wife and I) have had some of the most rampant sex we've ever had. often with her wanting me to take her anally.