Prison Psychologist

My name is Ted and I am a 40 years old. I=m still in good shape, since I go to the gym three days a week. I don=t know whether I am good looking or not, but when I look into the mirror, I am pleased with what I see. I am a certified counseling psychologist, having earned my college degree in this field. I have my own private practice, which brings in a nice sum.

We have a prison in our town, and a long-time friend is the warden. He is bi, but married with a couple of kids. We were sex buddies when I was younger. He told me that the prison needed a psychologist, but that the pay wasn't too great. I explained that I would rather continue with my private practice, but could work there two afternoons a week. He accepted, probably knowing what my ulterior motives were for accepting the job.

He had worked out a plan that any inmate who volunteered for counseling would get merits attached to his record. Quite a few accepted. I spent my first afternoon just interviewing possible patients. Naturally I selected only the good looking younger ones. My excuse for rejecting others was that I felt that some persons simply would not benefit from the counseling. I selected six guys to "work" with, whom I would see once a week. I was given a private office. I explained to the guards that during a session, no one could come into my office. To make sure, I always locked the door from inside. They complied. I sat at a desk, and asked to have a comfortable chair placed beside it for the guys I would counsel. That was more intimate than sitting them in front of the desk.

Each session lasted an hour, so I couldn’t consult with all six on the same day. I always began my first session by asking what they were in for, and explained that I was completely open minded and accepting. They all told me right away what their crime was. Then I would ask about their families, girl friend, their interests, and their ambition. Their crimes ranged from drug possession, robbery, larceny/theft, burglary, motor vehicle theft, and aggravated assault. I’ve always maintained that if these bad boys could get more blow jobs, they wouldn’t commit so many crimes. They would be happier.

At the second session with each, I brought up the subject of sex, and asked if they didn’t miss it in prison. Some were evasive, while others opened up to me. One guy, whose name is Al, said that he gets taken care of in prison, by an inmate who gives him blow jobs. Al is cute as hell, and about 23 years old. Naturally I asked if he enjoyed them, and he replied that he did. Then I popped the question, revealing myself.

“How would you like one now?” I inquired.

He was totally surprised, and stammered out, “From you?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I’m pretty good at it.” With that I reached over to fondle him. He made no objection. I unzipped his fly and took out his hardening penis. It was normal size, but it made my mouth water, and my tongue got hard in anticipation.

I told him not to worry, the door was locked, and no one would come in.

“Damn, you are good,” he sputtered. That stimulated me to suck even better. Like they all do, he came fast. When I finished, I asked, “Same thing next week?”

“You bet,” he answered enthusiastically.

The next guy scheduled for the day was Gene. He was about 31 years old. He was tall and gangly, but no ugly. I thought, “Hmm, tall, probably has a big cock.” At least he wasn’t shy. In fact, he talked a blue streak. As usual, I brought up the subject of sex, and asked him if he missed it. He admitted that he did, but said that in prison, he didn’t want to mess around with anyone.

I asked, “Do you like a good blow job?”

He replied, “Who doesn’t?”

“What if you could get a blow job here and no one would know about it,” I asked.

“That would be OK, but how?”

“Well, from me,” I boldly replied. He was as shocked as Al, but said OK.

I groped him and found a huge dick inside his prison uniform. He took it out and I went to work. His cock was indeed long, and skinny like him.

When my day was finished, I went to the warden’s office to give him a report. It made him chuckle. I continued this routine for a year. Some of the guys I counseled were released before I became bored with my assignment.