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 away which would annoy him. He would tell me never to resist again and to relax my throat. Then he would tell me to suck real hard on his shaft. He would really enjoy the feeling. Soon he would start moving his hips up and down on my still hard sucking mouth. His dick would go in and out as he held my head in place, as he would slowly fuck my mouth.

His dick would be so wet with my saliva but I would still be able to taste his pre-cum. He would hold my head in place with total control and push his dick, filling my mouth all the way to the back. He would tell me to relax my throat but it would be so hard for me to do I would have tears of stress coming out of my eyes. He would push the head of his dick with enough pressure at the back of my throat that it finally made it's way past the opening and all the way down. At this point his whole 9 inches of dick would be in my mouth and down my throat. I would hear him moan with extreme pleasure at the feeling he must be experiencing. He hadn't had his dick serviced for quite some time since his incarceration. His hands would not to let go now. I would be able to feel his dick all the way down my throat. I wouldn't be able to breathe. His pubic hair at the base of his dick would be in my mouth as the rest of his pubic hair was pushing against my mouth, nose and chin. He would slowly pull his dick back out of my throat and into my mouth and I would know he was experiencing a wonderful feeling.

At this point he would silently tell me to suck as hard as I could one more time. My jaw would hurt a lot, but I would do what he said. He would tell me to