Please read Part one of Prison Life, it will help you understand this part. When I left you in Part one, I was working for a few weeks at a local prison. I was just hired for 12 weeks, and then I would be finished. Let me tell you guys, I got an education when I worked at the prison. I know that I never want to be a prisoner. Life in prison is Hell! Think about that before you get into trouble with the law.

I only worked 4 hours a week, teaching a few prisoners. I was accepted by the prisoners and they seemed to enjoy chatting with me and filling me in on prison life. Often after the class was over, the prisoners and I would have a bull shit session. No subject was taboo. So we covered everything. I wondered why the prisoners were so open to me in our discussions, until one of them told me that when I first started working in the prison, a guard told another guard that he knew me and that I was "queer". He said it loud enough for the prisoners to hear and once they heard that I was gay, it was spread around among the prisoners.

I live with my lover in a small town, so most people know us and we are not in the closet. We lived a very clean and respectful life. We always felt that we were teaching the local people how two gay men can live together and be good citizens. The people here always seem to like us. When we are shopping, in restaurants, or just walking down the streets, the local people go out of their way to say "Hi" to both of us. We feel that the local people accept us as a couple of good gay men. In a way, you can say that we are preaching.

I think I need to thank that guard, because he did me a favor. When the prisoners and I were having a bullshit session, we often would end up talking about sex. I was very careful, but when I looked over the group of horny studs, I sure did get horny for all of them.

One of the prisoners in my class was a very tall, big, mean acting guy. He sure did have a sexy body and looks. This prisoner was a forceful type of a guy, he was used to getting whatever he wanted. From the first time I met him he let me know he was ready. He would follow me around and when we were alone, he would come in back of me and rub his big basket against my ass, accidentally of course. I could feel his big dick against the crack of my ass and it felt nice - butt - I had to act like it never did happen - damn it! This con was no good. He had been in the prison system before, so he knew prison life. He was a three time looser.

Once, when we were all bull shitting, he told us that his wife was working as a whore during the time he was in the joint. He very proudly told us that she was the best cocksucker he had ever met.

This prisoner became a pest. He would follow me around and if he got a chance, he would reach over and feel of my butt. Once he put his arms around me and pulled me