The Gym At River-Head Jail.
Posted on: March 17, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The Gym At River-head. It's been just under a month since I've been in jail I've been moved around 3 times since my first day. In the gym at River-head my bunk mate next to me was this guy named Ozzy. He was Latino, possibly Puerto Rican. I used to take short glimpses at him when he walked around with his tank top on. I found him very attractive. I never looked long enough for it to be noticed. At night when he was asleep, he slept shirtless and I would have more of an opportunity to stare. I would look at his chest, his nipples, and my dick would get hard immediately. I would imagine resting my head on his chest as we lay together. I would imagine him not being gay, but loving to have his dick sucked. He would grab my head and force me down to where his dick was huge and hard. With one hand he would pull the front of his underpants down over his very straight hard dick while he controlled my head and mouth towards it. He would silently tell me to open my mouth. I would resist a little at the start, but only to behave as if I really didn't want this. Before I knew it, he would be controlling my mouth up and down on his full length. I would feel it pushing against the back of my throat. As I would start to gag I would try to pull ...
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