Terry and Sean
by Snuggie Bobo
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Story 3
Terry and Sean, Part 1
Sean had a little legal trouble and received 90 days from the court. The court sent him to the county prison farm. He was placed in the kitchen to work. While there, he met a brother he heard about on the streets. His name was Terry, and Terry was known to be gay. Rumor had it he could give great head. At that time, they talked, and Sean noticed that Terry would sometimes say sexual innuendos to him. No one else on the farm knew what Sean did.
Terry was also placed in the kitchen to work, and since he knew Sean, they naturally hung out. Terry wanted to keep his private matters a secret. He also heard things about Sean on the streets. Terry worked in a massage parlor, which Sean visited occasionally. Rumor was he was a long-dick brother.
At the farm, they eventually asked to be in the same room. The place had two units that met in the center. It housed 100 men, 50 on each side. They got lucky since the staff placed them in the last room. The only people who passed their cell were the officers during the counts. Prisoners liked to look into other men's rooms through the glass window.
The rooms had bunks side by side, a window on the back wall, two foot-lockers, a shelf for a TV, and not much more.
Sean wanted more from Terry, but he was unsure. One day, he got off early from work, so he took a nap. It was hot, so Sean slept under a sheet naked. As he slept, he lifted a leg, placing his knee on the wall. Inside the room, his pipe showed, but it was not visible from the door window.
Terry came back from the shower wearing his tight fuchsia-colored boxer briefs. He was a thinner man with a nice-looking body. His briefs nicely cupped his groin. He had a short fro with dreadlocks growing out of the top. He entered the room quietly because he did not want to wake Sean. When he placed his shower soap on the window sill, he noticed he could see some of Sean's swipe. He tried to determine if it was as long as he heard. He started to feel horny, so his penis swelled. Once he sat on his bunk, Sean woke.
"Hey, bro," Sean said. Sean only moved his head a little. He looked at Terry, making his bed. Sean lusted: Man is hot as hell in those underwear. He realized his swipe was showing. Sean pulled the sheet back to cover it. He placed his hand on his swipe as it hardened.
Terry smiled at him, "They will be doing count in a minute."
"Fuck, bro, I didn't know I slept that long." Sean sat up, holding his hard meat. "Throw me my sweatpants. I am naked."
Terry did it. He watched Sean slide them on. When he stood, his swipe hung half hard. Terry put a T-shirt on. He tossed one of Sean's to him, "You might want to put that on, too."
Suddenly, the speaker system announced, "Count time, everyone back to their rooms."
By the time the officer walked by, Sean's erection was gone. He watched Terry remove his T-shirt and pull on the front of his underwear. As he turned, he put his hand down the front of them to hold his penis. "Shit, now we are in here for an hour." When he turned around, he noticed Sean staring at him. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. Just daydreaming." Sean sat on the foot locker. Sean was thinking: that underwear fit like flexible spandex! His ass looks great, and his shaft and nuts fit perfectly in front. He could see the tip of his penis head pushing at the bottom. Sean leaned forward and pulled down on the legs of his sweatpants so his erection would not show.
"Attention, attention camp, supper will be late. The facility is shut down for two hours. Everyone will remain in their room until announced."
"Fuck, I wanted to grease my head. My scalp is drying out," Sean said. When he sat straighter, his erection loosely wiggled in the large, open area in the front of his sweats.
"I got some hair grease and body oil yesterday from my visit," Terry stepped next to Sean to remove it from his foot locker. "I also got a balloon of weed. We better smoke it now since they may be searching. You want some?"
"Sure," Sean was in heaven with Terry next to him. When he stood again next to him, he could see his shaft slid up in his underwear. His penis head showed more. The material wrapped around it. Sean lusted: it looked like a pickle hanging there. He wanted to lick it. As Terry handed him the two products, he moved even closer to pick through his hair to inspect it.
Terry said, "Lean back so I can see your eyebrows." He watched Sean comply, resting his hands on his foot locker. When he moved, his shaft pointed outward on his sweatpants! "Turn to the left a little," Terry requested. As Sean did, he put one of his legs between Sean's legs and stepped the opposite way. His lower leg now rested on Sean's erection and leg. "I want to see the back of your mohawk." He joked, "What do you have in your pocket?"
When Terry stepped back, Sean put his hand on his swipe, "Sorry, I haven't been jagging a lot lately." He stroked himself while he held it.
"I see," Terry replied. He turned his back toward the door window and dug into the front of his underwear. He watched Sean look. "I got the joints here." With his other hand, he held the elastic open on his underwear.
Sean stared into his underwear, "Did you lose it?" Sean felt like he was going to cum right there.
"No, here it is," Terry replied, "I didn't want to tear the joints." He held a small bag with a lighter and two fat joints. "We will put the fan in the window to blow the smoke out."
When Sean stood, he grabbed Terry's wet washcloth, "We can blow the smoke through this to reduce the smell." He no longer tried to hide his erection. The front of his sweatpants looked like there was a log in them. His sweats were so low Terry could see his pecker hair and the base of his shaft.
As they smoked, Terry smiled, "They must call you big dick bob!"
"I'm like Arby's," Sean laughed, high, "I got the meat!" He stroked the outside of his sweats.
Terry grinned, "Does it come with a lot of sauce?"
"I got the sauce, too," Sean joked. "Would you like to find out?" He adjusted Terry's underwear for him. "You look damn sexy in these undershorts!"
"You like my look?" Terry pulled on the front of his shorts to loosen them and turned around in front of Sean.
Sean pulled down the front of his sweats, "Does this answer your question?" Sean turned off the fan and anything else that made noise. He stood by the door so he could peek out the window to look for shadows of anyone coming down the hallway. He took off his sweats and stroked himself. "You want to taste it?"
Terry watched as Sean did it. He grabbed a towel to lay it on the floor to kneel, "Yes!" He began giving Sean a blowjizzel!
"Fuck, pull on my nuts," Sean moaned, watching Terry jerking his meat as he sucked. Terry looked so sexy kneeling with his underwear on. He had pulled his shaft and nuts out of the fly. "I love watching a brother give head and jag in sexy underwear." Terry stared up at him. It turned him on more, "Suck that shit, bro." He placed his hand on Terry's head, "Deep throat it!" He moaned more.
Terry could see his staring was turning him on more, "Tell me when you're getting ready to cum." He licked on Sean's head to suck harder.
"Oh, fuck," Sean moaned when he felt his lips and tongue work his head. He started moving Terry's head faster back and forth.
Terry watched Sean's stomach muscles move in and out. He could feel the blood pump to Sean's shaft. Terry masturbated himself faster.
"I'm nutting," Sean moaned. He thrust his groin farther out. His body entered uncontrollable spasms.
Terry grabbed Sean's shaft with a hand and went to work on his penis head with his tongue. He licked the opening as Sean shot cream into his mouth. Terry choked on all his cum. When he backed off his head for a second, Sean sprayed some cum on his face. He went right back to work.
"I can't take it," Sean moaned as he wiggled around. "Fuck, baby!"
Terry was relentless, "More!" He exclaimed, going back to work. He could feel Sean's penis head retracting under his foreskin, but he pushed his tongue into it, licking his head more. Terry shot out cream onto the towel. He kept jerking himself as he worked Sean's shrinking pipe.
"Fuck," Sean moaned again, "I can't take it." However, he managed to let Terry lick every last drop.
Terry finally stopped. He looked at Sean's swipe hang at eight inches. When he stood, he said, "It's like a garden hose hanging there."
Coming soon: Story 2: The Delights of Sean Jr., “The Family Business!”😁
Author: Snuggie Bobo.