Can you fall in love while in jail? "Gay for the stay" is one term used to describe how men form relationships behind bars. This story is about two young inmates who are figuring each other out. If you ever wondered how life in jail/prison is like, this is the unvarnished truth.
PS: I still talk to Jack to this day.
Rod and I returned to New York after a fascinatingly wild weekend, which was way more of what the future would look like than I would ever have imagined.
Prison was tedious, but tolerable, as I spent my time reading and studying – something I never did much in school – working out and killing time in my job in the prison infirmary. Of course during a good chunk of that time my holes were filled with a dick. At first it was only Jaxx’s big black cock, but over time that changed, starting with the first Friday night I spent in gen pop.
Sunday nights are usually when people are getting ready for Monday. For me, every couple of weeks, Sunday is y Saturday. And one night proved a lot more fun than I anticipated.
What did he have to be nervous about? Absolutely nothing. He knocked on the door and I hesitated on opening it. We’ve been chatting for a few days and when he asked to hook up, I was cautious. His photo was the perfection of a handsome black man.
Shakib is ready for a new experience with his tutor - several guys at the same time! Yet, there is somebody that will unknowingly interfere with these plans...
The guards retreated from the cell block. I’d been eagerly anticipating Jaxx buttfucking me once the lights went out, particularly after hearing Aidan gush about getting boned by Jamar, but Jaxx apparently wasn’t interested. Of course, my boi butt was sore after the Black God busted my cherry, so it could use a night off. But moments after the echoing footsteps died, he was next to my bed…
Jaxx tugged off his towel, exposed his amazing body. “You left your ass juices on my cock this morning, slut. You know what to do.” I’d never had a dude’s dick in my mouth and sucking a cock would be another first for me. I didn’t hesitate, although in the back of my mind I reasoned that if he really wanted his cock cleaned, he could easily turn on the shower. That obviously wasn’t his agenda.
This is an account of the first time I went to an adult bookstore, located in the outskirts of the city. Since then ABS have become one of my favorite haunts but this one remains one of my favorites.
The young freshly-graduated man started a summer journey through East Europe. He never anticipated what lay in store for him when he reached Budapest and followed a touristic group led by the most handsome gypsy guide he had ever laid eyes on.
The story I am writing is my various sexual experiences, mostly with Black men. The guys are real, but their names have been changed. The scenes are the best I can remember but considering I started young, and am now over sixty years old, some of it will be fictionalized but close to the actual occurrence. By very young I mean puberty so I will not write about those experiences. Dialogue is a
Nineteen-year-old Dylan is a five foot four white hustler in New Orleans. On the last day of Mardi Gras, he meets up with a six-foot-two tall, muscular masked man. Underneath the Zorro-like mask lurks an extremely hot and sexy Japanese man in his early thirties very dominant in nature. This is a fuck story in where the Asian is the dominant top the white boy is the happy bottom. Comments welcome.
Jaxx slowly pulled his big black cock from his pants. I almost swallowed the socks stuffed in my mouth. He had the biggest slab of meat between his legs that I’d ever seen, and it was still soft. He clutched it with one hand and swung it into the palm of his other hand, inches in front of my eyes, causing a loud, smacking sound.
I was witnessing a weapon being prepared for battle.
“Your intuition was correct, Mrs. Jordan. Your husband is having an affair” said the 35-year-old handsome black-haired burly private investigator Paul Kelsey. “I’m assuming who he was cheating with is a surprise to you.” “That’s an understatement…”