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At the age of 75 years old, I have been thinking about the many wonderful sexual affairs I have had during my early life. After they were over, I would think about what happened. So I had a good time jerking off and rethinking about those good old days. That is how I can remember those wonderful sexy times of how life was back when I was a young man. So sit back and join me as I tell you about the time I worked in a prison for a few weeks back in l976.
I retired from the army after 20 years, my lover and I moved to a small town. It is wonderful here, but after a few years, I got that hunger to take care of a cute and horny stud. Before I met my lover, I was very active sexually. Once I found my lover, I cleaned up my act, but as time went on, I became very horny to try another stud.
One day the representative from the local prison came to the place where I worked. He wanted me to go to the prison one morning a week and teach a few prisoners a certain subject. I thought it would be fun to be with the prisoners and to check them out. So I accepted.
I would go to the prison gate and show my pass to the guards. I then entered the prison and went to the room where I was to teach the prisoners. It was always the same prisoners. One prisoner there would always fill me in on what was going on in the prison. I called him my Super Con, since he had been in prison 3 times and knew all of the in and outs of prison life. Since I stayed with the prisoners and ignored the guards, the prisoners seemed to accept me as one of the guys.
I found out that small things could upset the prisoners very easily - like if one guy got a larger piece of meat at lunch, the others were pissed because they did not get a larger piece also. It seemed that everyone was on edge and ready for a fight. At times they acted like babies, but they were very dangerous babies!
The prisoners were housed in large dormitories that had about 15 prisoners in each room. After the prisoners got to know me a little, they would tell me things that were very different. Like one prisoner went on sick call and when he was with the doctor, he told the doctor that someone, he did not know who, shoved an empty, round olive jar up his ass! Prisoners could never tell on another prisoner, it was up to him to take care of himself. The doctor had to take an electric drill and drill a hole in the olive jar lid. Then he inserted a wire into the jar, and then pulled the olive jar out of the prisoner’s ass. Ouch! Damn, don't you know that hurt!
There was a pecking order among the prisoners. At the top were the guys that were in for murder. They got respect! Then next down the list were the jewel thieves. At the very bottom of the list were the child molesters and all of the other prisoners gave them a very bad time. The only thing worse than a child molester was a snitch. If you snitched on anyone, then every prisoner would try to whack you up