Three years ago, that night my neighbor Boyd stopped over drunk with a gun and asked me if we could fool around.
Boyd was on the bed with his jeans halfunzipped. My robe was open and I lay down next to him and pulled the jeans down more.
His dick was smaller than I thought. I started playing with it and thought, he’s not gonna get hard. Then he was hard, and I sucked him.
The pubic hair, under the healing scar that ran up to his ribcage, it almost looked like an open wound, he’d been shot a month ago, was untrimmed, dark. I like that.
I took off the jeans and his t-shirt that was green and said Man From Mars.
He said he didn’t want to kiss and I said whatever you want, you have the gun.
I played with his chest and sucked him.
But I really wanted to kiss him because he’s Belgian and has a babyface I want to bury my face into.
I took off the robe and sucked him and jacked him off and rubbed my rockhard dick on his leg. I thought, he probably doesn’t like this.
He asked if I had a rubber and said he wanted to fuck me. As much as I wanted him on top of me and inside me, I thought no, whoa, slow down.
And I don’t fuck guys who won’t kiss me. I say, anyway.
I lay beside him and started to jack myself, but he took my dick and jacked me off, really hard, and I came, hard, my dick was huge and I shot hard.
It took a few minutes to recover.
I’d gone to that place where there is nothing else.
His dick was standing erect. It was hard and jutted almost straight up. I sucked him and jacked him off. He pushed my head down hard on his dick and I choked. He tried playing with himself but said he couldn’t cum. He said it was his crazy pills.
There was warmth between us the whole time. It was turning to heat for me. I wanted to fall into him.
We laughed when I came so hard.
I wanted to cuddle with him, but that’s not how they fuck in prison, he said.
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