MAN-HANDLED IN PRISON Part 2

MAN-HANDLED IN PRISON Part 2

It is important to understand that even though I consider myself Bi, this story is about my introduction to male bonding per say. It is the intimate details between my 37yr old cell mate and myself at 22. He was 6′-4″ with a 10″-and a quarter inch black personality. I was a mere, and still am, 5′-8 @ 155lbs and Naturally smooth. My personality stands @ 7-1/2″ very white inches.

Chapter 2
On our way back to our cell from the shower I remember feeling mixed emotions. I felt dirty and disgusted. Not for just doing the act but enjoying it as it happened. I thought that if I could get away with giving Jerome hand jobs, it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe I could explain to him how I felt and we could compromise. I thought a lot of irrational thoughts during that walk to our cell. I refused to look at the other inmates; I could feel their eyes piercing me. I felt so humiliated.

Jerome and I made it back to our cell. Jerome told me he had some gifts for me and to just wait for him. As I sat there on our couch, (yes, he had a couch in one of the cells) I was trying to come up with a way to ask him if we could not try the anal thing. Also, I wanted to tell him that I would not want any cum in me what so ever. Just the thought of the act made my stomach turn. Upon Jerome’s return, I noticed his knuckles were bleeding on his right hand. He was pretty pissed. I felt fear enter me just with his look of anger. He then began to almost yell, “ That motherfucker thinks I run a charity here. There is no finance plan here. Motherfucker want to play, motherfucker better pay!” As I watched him clean off his hands I felt the fear increase inside me. I decided this discussion could wait. The way I figured it, he probably wouldn’t try anything on the first night anyhow.

Jerome then said,” Hey baby get over here, Daddy’s got some gifts for you.” I got up and walked to him. He told me to reach into his right front pocket and what ever was in there I was to keep. I reached into his pocket and immediately felt his throbbing cock brush up against my hand. I could feel he was happy and I felt myself feeling aroused. I felt something else and withdrew my hand recovering a pill container. He told me to open it so I did. Inside of it was about an 8 ball of crack. He then told me to reach into his left pocket. As I did so I literally had to push his huge cock to recover what turned out to be a crack pipe. “That’s it a baby, Daddy’s got you a glass dick so you can practice sucking as you smoke.” I told him that though I sold coke I had never smoked it. He told me that he guaranteed that not only would I like it but also that it would make me extremely horny. I thanked him and told him I’d try it later. Jerome then put his fist in front of my face and opened his hand. It was a pill. He proclaimed, “that’s fine but I want you to take this now, it’s ecstasy and it’ll loosen you up for tonight’s experience.” With that said, I took the pill immediately. Jerome then said he had business to take care of and that he’d be back in an hour or two. Thank God I thought. Maybe if I am asleep by the time he returns he won’t pursue what I think he’s planning to pursue.

With-in 20 minutes I was feeling pretty good from the ecstasy. It was my first time to take it and I was tripping pretty well. The TV was on but I was enjoying looking around and I just had to touch everything. It was a real trip. An hour had lapsed when I found myself lost in thought. I was thinking not only of where I was but to whom I shared residency with and why. I was bummed out for about two seconds and then started tripping on some Hustler magazines. Shortly after in walked Jerome with a fifth of Seagram’s Vodka. He asked how I was feeling. He turned to look at me and from the grin on my face he answered, “Looking like baby’s feeling good.” I replied, “Yep!” then thanked him for the E.

I sat on the couch and began watching the TV. Jerome brought me a glass of Vodka on the rocks with a can of coke. “ This is what you’ll be doing every day babe, not bad for prison life. Just understand this, the inmates here not to approach you about my business and I never want you to be sticking your nose into my business. You will be taken cared of and that’s all you need to know.