The Inmate

After getting my degree I structural engineering with a minor in business, I unexpectedly had to take over running the family construction company after my dad had a heart attack. He gave me the title of President of Operations with retaining the title of President and Chief executive Officer.

That was four years ago and in that time he had pretty much left all the decisions up to me, while retaining his titles.  He is basically just a figure head, with me running the company.

There was a construction association meeting across the state and I decided to drive rather than fly in order to enjoy the fall weather.  I had left Canyonville around nine Saturday and figured to be home around six or so.

I was about ten miles out of town when I saw the sign reading: “Canyon State Prison property next six miles.  Not advisable to pick up hitchhikers.”

 An unexpected front had moved in and a steady drizzle had started and about two miles after I passed the sign I saw a man with a small bag walking along the road, the collar of his light jacket turned up against the rain.

Pulling up next to him I lowered the passenger window and asked, “You need a ride?”

“I’d love one but I think you should know I was just released,” he said.

“Well, get in out of the weather, and let’s discuss the situation,” I told him.

He got in and after rolling up the window, I said, “I’m Mark Rivers, and I have just a couple of questions.”

“Ask away,” he said.  “I’ll give you truthful answers.”

“What were you in for?” I asked.

“I was in for simple assault after this punk began getting rough with his girlfriend in a bar.  He was drunk and started slapping her around.  I stepped in and we got into it.  When the cops arrived, his buds backed him up and said I assaulted him while he was talking to his girlfriend. When it went to trial his girlfriend didn’t back me up.”

“Were you released on probation?” I asked.

“Nope.  I don’t have to report to anyone,” he replied.

About that time I saw flashing red and blues pulling up behind me.  As the state cop walked up to the drivers window, I rolled it down and asked, “Is something wrong, Officer?”

“Sir, you do realized that it is not advisable to pick up hitchhikers in this area, and that this man was just released from prison.”

“I’m well aware that he was just released.  That is the first thing he told me when I stopped.  As I understand the situation, he has completed his sentence and is now a free man.  Also, is hitchhiking illegal in this area?”

“Only along the Interstate highway,” he replied.

“Well, in that case, since neither of us is doing anything illegal, and he is a free man, I think we’ll be on our way.  Have  good day, officer.”

With that, I raised my window and pulled out onto the highway, leaving the officer standing in the rain.

About a hundred yards down the road, the man burst into laughter and said, “I don’t fucking believe what you just did.” 

“If you want to know the truth, neither do I,” I replied, then asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Sorry about that, I’m Luke Simmons,” he replied.

“Well, Luke,  where are you headed, or have you thought that far ahead?”

“Actually, sir, I really hadn’t thought about it.  I just wanted to get away from this area.  It’s common knowledge around d here that if an inmate gets out and stays in the area, if something happens, he is the first person they look at.”

“Under those circumstances, let’s get the fuck out of here.  I’m headed to Coopersville, is that far enough for you?”

“It sounds good to me,” he replied.

As we drove, I asked if he had any plans for the future and he said he planned on looking for a job, but was concerned that with him being an ex-con, he might have difficulty finding one that paid enough for him to get by.

I asked what he did before he was arrested and he said that he had worked for a construction company but he had written them about getting his job back and they had replied with a note that simply said he wasn’t eligible for rehire.

“So, you did construction, huh?  What type?” I asked.

“Everything from remodel to high rise new construction.  I was a supervisor for the new home and remodel division.”

“You seem young to be a supervisor in that type work.  Just how old are you?” I asked.

“I’ll be thirty in two weeks, but I was raised working with my dad.  He was an independent contractor, and then I joined the military, and for two years there, I did construction.  It’s all I know.  Why do you ask?”

With a slight smile on my face, I said, “Well, you can consider yourself employed.”

“What?  Are you fucking serious?  Fill me in, please.”

I explained to him my position with ‘River’s Construction and Remodeling, and told him that as far as I was concerned he had a job.  What he didn’t know was that I had ulterior motives.

Luke was exceptionally good looking and looked closer to his mid-twenties.  He was extremely muscular and from what I could tell from his open collared shirt, he appeared to be hairy chested.  His arms were hairy and he had a dark shadow of a beard. As best as I could tell in the dim light, his eyes were an emerald green.

“I can’t fucking believe this.  I haven’t been a free man for more than  two hours and I already have a job. The only thing I need now is a place to stay.  I hope you know some cheap boarding houses.”

“I just know of one place that might suit you.  You will only have a bedroom and bath and will have to share a kitchen.  You think you could live under those conditions?”

“I fucking know I could.  How much is the rent?”

“It’s free and it is at my place,” I said.

“Mark, are you serious?” he asked as tears began to well up in his eyes.  “You don’t even now me yet you’re willing to let me live with you knowing my record?”

“I’m a pretty good judge of character and I feel that you have been totally honest with me.  I think we will get along fine.”

I knew from talking with others that nearly all men that have been in prison have at one time or another, had sex with other males, and I had a suspicion that Luke was no different, because of the way I had noticed him casually looking at me, especially my crotch.

I wanted to ask him if he had been involved sexually with other inmates but didn’t want to rush the subject.  With him living with me, I figured I had time to casually find out what I wanted to know. I looked him over and by the time we arrived in town the weather had cleared so we stopped at Wal-Mart.  I had estimated his clothing size and took him in and bought him clothes for both work and casual where if we went out to the bars or dinner.

He thanked me over and over and I told him that I would take it out of his salary over time.  If it turned out that he did play, I had no intention of recouping my expenses.

We arrived at my house and I showed him to his room which was next to mine.  All Saturday evening  and Sunday, we talked and got to know each other and I gave him some verbal questions to see how much he knew and he answered them all correctly.

Monday, I took him in to work and had him fill out the paperwork, listing my address as his.  Then for the rest of the day, I took him around to most of our local jobs and that evening, as we drove home asked which one he would like to work on. He smiled and said, “The lake house.”

I hooked him up with Clint, the foreman on that job and who was also gay.  Privately I told Clint only that I had given him a ride and suspected that he might be into men and to give me his opinion.  After a week, Clint called me on his cell phone and said, “Mark, I have watched him closer than anyone, and if he’s not into men he is definitely curious.”

“Anything in particular?” I asked.

“Just that I was in the double port-a-potty taking a piss and he came in.  I noticed he kept looking over at my cock and as I milked it some it appeared that he was getting boned, but he put it up in a hurry and left.”

“Thanks Clint, I owe you one,” I said.

“And you know how I want to collect,” he replied.

“Yes, I know.  You want my fist up your ass and my cock down your throat.”

“You got it, boss,” he replied with a laugh.

A month went by and I made out a grocery list and suggested that he take my car and go pick up what we needed.  I had a plan in mind for when he returned.  My thought was that I would listen for him to come up the gravel drive and jump in the shower and get wet and be in the kitchen, with the towel over my shoulder, when he walked in.

I heard him coming and went in and got wet then stood in the kitchen as he came in from the garage.  When he saw me totally nude, he nearly dropped the groceries he was carrying.

“Sorry, Luke,  I wasn’t expecting you home this soon,” I said.

“Hey, your not the first guy I have seen nude after two years in the joint. I just wasn’t expecting it here.”

“Well, to be honest, before you moved in, I lived nude twenty-four seven when here at home.  I just enjoy the freedom.”

“Hey, boss, that’s cool.  Before I went in, I stayed the same way at home, and loved nudist beaches.”

“For real?” I asked.

“Hell, yea.”

“Well, since we both enjoy it, and feel comfortable doing it, why don’t we do it here at home?”

“Man, you got a fucking deal,” he replied.

I had seen him shirtless and in shorts and he did have a beautiful hairy chest but I was more interested in what he had between his legs.  My cock was six and a half soft and almost eight when hard and I wondered how he compared.

He grabbed the rest of the groceries from the car, then hurried off to his room, soon returning totally nude and with at least seven and a half inches of beautiful uncut cock swinging from side to side.

“Hey,” I began, “if either of us pops a boner, we just live with it.  No jokes about it.”

“Deal,” he replied with a grin, then added, “From what I can tell, neither of us has anything to joke about.”

I had to keep my eyes off his cock to prevent my own cock from getting rock hard.

Later we prepared dinner and after eating and cleaning up, we headed for the den to watch TV.  As we began watching, I looked over and said, “Luke, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Ask away,” he replied.

“I’ve heard stories about guys going into prison straight and coming out either bi or strictly gay.  Is there any truth to that?”

“Mark, there is more truth to that than you can imagine,” he began,  “and you won’t believe what I could tell you.”

“Hey, man, I do not judge people.  Nothing you will say with shock or upset me,” I told him.

“When I went in, I had only had sex with a female, and never dreamed it would ever be different,” he began.  “That quickly changed.”

“What happened?” I asked, as I retrieved two beers from the fridge.

“When I went in, I first went through what they called orientation for a couple of days.  All it amounted to was going over the ‘do’s and don’ts’ of the prison.  Then I was taken to a cell that I shared with a guy they called ‘Moose‘.  He was about six-six or so and close to tw hundred and fifty pounds if not more.  The guard joked and told him to ‘break me in good’.”

“Did he mean what I think he meant?” I asked.

“Oh yes. He was quick to tell me that I would do whatever he told me to without question.  If I refused I might live long enough to make it to the infirmary but it was doubtful.  Then as soon as lights went out he came over to my bunk totally naked and forced me to suck him to completion and he made sure I ate it all.  Then, in the middle of the night he raped me.  That was a daily routine for over a month. Then, one night, the guard that had taken me to the cell was on duty and came by and asked Moose if I was ready.  He told him yes and that if not to let him know.”

He took a sip of his beer then continued, “The guard took me to the laundry which was totally deserted.  Once there, he dropped his pants, keeping his club in his hand and told me to drop to my knees and get my desert.  That meant for me to suck him off and eat his load, which I did.  Then he had me rim his ass, or in plain words lick it.”

“I’m not completely in the dark regarding some of the language,” I said.

He smiled then continued, and said, “After rimming him for fifteen minutes or so, he stopped me and said for me to turn around and lay on a table that was there.  I did and he pulled me to the edge and shoved my legs up and the next thing I knew I had eight inches of cock up my ass.  By then, I had learned to enjoy it, but never let on.  And to be honest  by then, I was needing sex myself and was enjoying what was being done to me.  After depositing his second load in my ass, he pulled out and said that if I ever told anyone what he was about to do, I’d be dead in an hour.   The next thing I knew he had my cock in his mouth and was gently sucking me to a roaring climax.”

“No shit?  The guard?” I asked.

“Yep.  About three nights a week, he came and got me and we went to the laundry. About the third week, I knew what he wanted and would got for it before he told me to.  That made him happy and if he didn’t suck me off he let me fuck him.  That’s when he started kissing me and I found I enjoyed that also.  Within three months I was totally into men  the guard had three other guards that were into sex with men and I would service all of them or they would take turns sucking me or fucking me.  Man , there were times I had a cock in my ass and one in my mouth and a mouth on my cock all at the same time.”

“Are you wanting pussy now that you are out or more sex with men?” I asked.

“Mark, you may ask me to move out, but I have grown to enjoy sex with men.  There is so much less drama with another male. Both are strictly out for pleasure. I don’t think a pussy would get me hard,” he said.

“Take my car and go find a girl and find out.  Either way, I’m not throwing you out.”

“You are fucking serious, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yep, “ I replied tossing him the car keys.

He dressed and left and about three hours later he returned and said, “She couldn’t get me hard, but a guy at the bar sure did.  I blew him in the restroom.”  he paused and said, “I don’t guess you needed to hear that.”

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“I did,” he said removing the last of his clothes.  “He wasn’t into sucking so while I blew him, I jerked my own cock off.”

“Well, tomorrow is another day so we better get some rest.  You need to get that job finished,” I said, referring to a small job I gave him to do on his own at the lake house where Clint was working.

The day was normal and after Clint and his crew returned to the office, Clint came to my office and said, “Today, Luke took his shirt off on the job and I nearly attacked him. He is the hottest fucking stud I have ever met. If you find out he plays, I’ll do anything you want if you work it out for me to have sex with him.”

“Well, I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” I said with a smile, moments before Luke walked into my office.

Everyone knew that Luke was living with me temporarily, but Clint was the only one that knew I was gay.  He continually asked me how I could be around him so much and not try to get him in bed.  I decided then that it was time for that to change.

Luke and I drove home and went to our respective rooms to shower and get comfortable.  After entering the house, I said, “Before you get in the shower, come to my room for a moment.”

“Sure,” he replied, almost questioningly.

I had just removed the last of my clothes when he came to the door and asked, “What were you needing?”

Looking at him I said, “Luke, you have admired my shower. How would you like to join me and try it out? It’s big enough for me you and a couple of others.”

“Hey, man, thanks.  I can‘t wait to try that massage shower,” he replied and followed me to my shower.  

We got in and he immediately began trying out the massage shower and as he did we talked about the days work.  We were no more than maybe a foot apart and I so wanted to reach over and pull him to me and kiss him, but I just didn’t feel the time was right.

The thought of holding him and kissing him began to have an affect on me, and regardless of how hard I tried to suppress it, my cock began to stiffen.

After a moment, he noticed and smiled and said, “Looks like you’re as horny as I am.  If you need to take matters in hand and massage it, don’t let me stop you.  Any guy that says he doesn’t do it is a fucking liar. I admit I do it, and often.”

“You’re right,” I said.  “There isn’t a man alive that hasn’t done it or still does it.”

With that, I began stroking my now hard cock.  As I did, I noticed that Luke was just as hard as I was.  As he looked over at me starting to stroke, he reached for his and said, “Mark, when that thing wakes up, I can’t believe how much bigger it gets.  I’ve never seen that before.”

“A lot of men have said that,” I replied waiting for his reaction.

With a surprised look on his face he asked, “Men?”

I stepped up to him and said, “Yes, men,” and with that I grasped his cock as I pressed my lips to his.  As I parted my lips and offered my tongue, he responded in the same way and a second later we were in a hot, passionate, wet tongue kiss, as he grasped my cock lovingly.

After several seconds, we parted and as we did he said, “That was so fucking unexpected.”

In the time it took him to make that statement, I dropped to my knees and swallowed as much of his hard cock as possible, caressing it with my tongue.

He gasped and said, “Mother fuck, Mark! Please don’t stop.  Not now anyway.”

With his hands resting on my shoulders, I hungrily  and lovingly, began sucking his awesome hard cock, sliding the hood back to caress the silky head with my tongue.

It was no more that maybe five minutes or less when Luke began to breath much heavier, indicating to me that he was nearing his climax.  Just seconds later, his cock erupted and fed me a monstrous load of sweet, thick, creamy cum, which I eagerly accepted, savored, then swallowed. 

I stood up and in one swift motion I pressed my lips to his and we kissed passionately , sucking on each others tongue, and swapping spit.

Looking into my eyes, he said, “Now it’s my turn and something I have wanted to do since we met.”

With that, he dropped and swallowed my cock balls deep before slowly sucking me to my own fantastic climax.  Then after accepting and devouring my huge load, he stood and we kissed again, after which he smiled and asked, “Can this become a regular thing?”

“As often as you want it,” I replied. “But later tonight, I want that up my ass.”

“You got a deal but only if you promise to shove yours up my ass.\,” he replied.

“I definitely promise,” I said with a smile.

After another quick kiss we soaped up two washcloths and gave each other a bath.  After drying each other off, we went in to prepare dinner, kissing frequently. As we did, he asked, “Was this in your mind when you stopped and offered me a ride?”

“Yes, it was, but when I found out that you had just been released, I decided to wait and try to help you out before suggesting sex.”

“So this was the reason you asked about the sexual activity  or lack of in prison?”

“Yes, it was. I wanted to know just how far you might go,” I replied.

“Baby, I’ll g as far as you want to go, with the exception of scat.  That’s off limits.”

“Most definitely,” I replied.

We finished dinner and cleaned up and after going into the den, where I opened a cabinet and said, “Find something you want to watch.”

He began looking at them then said enthusiastically, “These are all hot gay movies.  Fucking awesome.”

He found one to watch and we put in in the player.  It was of two ranch hands starting to make out and later as one began rimming the other in preparation to fucking him, I looked at Luke and said, “You ready to fuck me as they fuck?”

“Hell yea, but first I want to eat you like he did his bud.”

Laying on the sofa, I raised my legs, and after Luke grasped them and shoved them higher, he spread my ass cheeks and drilled his tongue deep in my hole, as I moaned in sheer pleasure.

After eating my hole for several minutes, he spit on his cock and my hole and began his entry.  I took a deep breath and relaxed and ever so slowly, he began his entry.  After several moments I felt his body against my ass cheeks and knew he was in me balls deep.

“Damn, Luke, that feels so fucking awesome up in me.  I want to feel you shoot your seed in me.”

He began pistoning in and out of my hole as we kissed.  After several minutes he began to fuck me faster and harder.  Then, just as we heard the guy in the movie cry out as he cum in the other guys ass, Luke cried out and filled my hole with his thick load.

Leaning forward, he kissed me as his cum load finished draining out of his cock and in to my ass. Then, as he pulled out he smiled and said, “I have wanted that awesome cock of yours up my ass since I first saw it. Now I am finally going to find out what it’s like to have it buried in my hole.  Later I want to suck it dry.”

“Later, I’m planning on a hot sixty-nine with you,” I told him.

We traded positions and moments later my cock was balls deep in Luke’s hot, still tight, hole.  “Oh, fuck yea.  It feels better than I ever dreamed. Fuck me, boss.”

I fucked Luke’s ass steady and deep and soon neared my climax as we kissed.  With my tongue buried in his mouth, my cock exploded and filled his hole with my load. 

However, as I pulled out, I quickly buried my face in his hole and sucked my load as it drained out.  Realizing what I was doing, Luke spoke up and said, “Fuck yea, boss, collect it all and share it with me.”

I did, and moments later we kissed and shared the cum load that oozed out of his recently fucked ass.

Laying next to each other, wrapped in each others arms, Luke looked into my face and said, “Sex in the joint was never as good as this has been tonight.  I have never been this drained.”

“Luke, I have a question for you,” I said.

“Whatever it is, if it is with you, I want it.”

“Well, since you now know I love cock as much as you do, I was going to asked if you would like to start sharing my bed with me at night.”

“Tonight?  Fuck yea,” he replied.

“No, Luke, I meant every night?”

“Fuck, with you asking that, just try and stop me,” he replied.

We kissed again and took another shower, each sucking on, but not to completion, each other under the warm water raining down on us.

After drying off, we headed for the king bed and after I got in, I patted the space next to me and said, “Until further notice, this is your spot every night.”

“Mark, I cant believe all that you have done for me.  You picked me up and got me out of the rain.  You gave me a job, then a place to stay. Not knowing you were gay also, I thought it great that you accepted the fact that I preferred men and even gave me a chance to make sure. Now, your sharing your bed with me. I dare anyone to try and make trouble for you.  They will answer to me.”

“I’m honored you feel that way, but right now lets enjoy each other simultaneously.”  with that said I kissed him then flipped around and we began our first sixty-nine, and I knew it would be a regular thing.

After devouring eachotehrs cum load  we kissed and drifted off to sleep in each other arms.  Then, upon awakening, we had another sixty-nine before getting ready for work.

For a week, we enjoyed each other, either fucking or sucking each other.  Then, on that Saturday night as we showered, Luke noticed that I had begun pissing and immediately dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, eagerly drinking my piss as it drained from me.  Standing back up, he smiled and said, “Next time, let me know ahead of time so none gets wasted.”

I asked how that got started, and he said that in prison, if a guard needed to piss while using him, he was made to drink it so that there was no evidence left behind.  He said he learned to like it.

Looking at him I smiled and said, “You’re not the only one that drinks from the tap.  I guess neither one of us needs to get out of bed at night any more.  Just wake the other.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said.  

Since Luke did everything I did and what Clint did, I figured it was time to invite Clint to join us. The main difference  was that in daily life, Clint was all man and extremely masculine.

However, when in bed with another man he was very sub and loved being used and abused, and called derogatory names, and when he got fucked in his ass, he loved it hard, rough and deep.

Instead of surprising Luke and having Clint visit and make advances at Luke, I decided to reverse it and see Clint’s reaction when Luke came out of the bedroom totally nude and boned.

One Thursday, as we drove in to work, I told Luke that Clint was also totally into men sexually, and if he would like to invite him to join us for dinner, then surprise him and have sex with him all weekend.

Luke smiled and said he had no idea that Clint played and loved my idea.  I warned him ahead of time that in private, Clint was a total sub and loved to be used rough.  He said he could handle Clint’s desires.

Although they had to work together that day and Friday, Luke did not let on that he knew Clint was gay, and admitted that he couldn’t wait to get him in bed.

I approached Clint with the dinner invitation and he quickly accepted.  He arrived right on time, and Luke was in the bedroom, ready to put our plan into action.

I welcomed Clint, and offered him a beer, and as I handed it to him he asked where Like was.  Very casually, I told him that he was finishing getting ready.  

After a short moment, I excused myself saying I was going to see what was delaying Luke.  I went to the bedroom and quickly removed the two items of clothing that I had on and together, Luke and I returned to the den, both totally nude and hard.

Clint had his back to us and as we entered I said, “Why don’t you get comfortable.”

Clint turned to face us and when he saw us, his eyes grew big and he exclaimed, “What the fuck!”

“Get comfortable,” Luke said.  “Let’s have some fun.”

“What ever you say, sir,” Clint replied, and immediately began stripping.  Moments later, he stood before us, also nude and hard, and as he did, Luke stepped up to him and kissed him then said, “Get on your knees. Bitch, and show me how you suck a man’s cock.”

“Yes, sir,” Clint replied immediately dropping to his knees and swallowing Luke’s cock.  Luke then grabbed Clint’s head and as he held it tight, he shoved his cock into Clint’s mouth, totally and the only thing visible was his balls.

Clint was starting to gag as Luke released him and when Clint caught his breath, he looked at Luke and said, “I love the way you use me.”

I stepped in and said, “Okay, Clint, come back to reality, for now.”

He did and said he couldn’t wait for the fun later.  We did some hot tongue kissing and some groping before dinner, and after we ate, we talked a short time.

Luke was sitting near me on the sofa, and Clint was in an easy chair near by.  To get things started, I looked over at Clint and said, “Hey, bitch, get over here and suck my cock.”

Clint was between my legs in a flash and swallowed my cock but not totally.  Shoving him off, I slapped his face, saying, “Listen slut, do it the way you know I like.” 

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry sir,” he replied, before swallowing my cock totally.

Looking at Luke, I mouthed, “Fuck him dry.”  Luke smiled and got up and got behind Cling and once in position, buried his cock in Clint’s ass balls deep and without any form of lube.

Clint cried out as he continued to suck my cock and one he had my load in his belly and Luke’s deep in his ass, he smiled, and said, “Boss, you told him how I like it.  That was perfect.”

He then turned to Luke, and began sucking his cock clean and to Clint’s pleasant surprise, Luke began pissing as Clint began to swallow.

All weekend we had frequent sex, with Clint being our sub bitch, doing whatever we told him to.  When he left Sunday evening, he said that it had been the best weekend he had enjoyed in months.

After he left, Luke looked at me and said, “He did a total reversal of the way he is at work.  I can’t believe that was the same guy, but damn he is an expert at what he does.”

“Don’t I know it,” I replied.

“How did you get started, or find out about him?” Luke asked.

I tole him about us meeting over in Thomasville at an adult video store and me sucking and fucking him through a glory hole and when we walked out we were shocked to see that we worked together and I was his boss.

As for Luke and I, we continued to live as roommates with benefits for almost a year when I finally asked him to be my lover.  We went away for a weekend to consummate our union, and are still together five years later.  I am now president of the company and Luke is the project manager.