Gay Prison Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Zain had done a great injustice to have selected only the guards with big dicks, leaving the ones with small dicks behind, but I prayed in my mind that the big dicks will do well and get slots for the small dicks back stage. “Pick the ladies of your choice and make them feel your power.” The guard with the whistle announced. The guards chose the ladies they found appealing and thus commenced the orgy. We watched the guards finger the maids, force their dicks into their mouth, suck their pussies, suck their tits, tie them to the poles, whip them, deliver various sex styles, exude dominance on the maids who were submissive. It all made me horny, the way the maids were moaning, and turning to Z

And then, there were the loonies who publicly declared they had forgiven him for killing Trina because the woman loved him, and then they got obsessed with him Gian in turn. But then, there was this other rumor. It was about a secret circle of young people who had catered to Trina Cheng’s fetishes when she was alive—a clique of spoiled rich brats who practiced BDSM and they even had a place for it somewhere, which they called their secret sex den. They alleged that Gian knew about this because he was one of its founders.

Seb shakes his head and wraps an arm around him, “Shit, Babe.” But Greyson chuckles and raises his eyebrows with a smirk, “I even had one woman rape me once, she tied me to her bed, drugged me so I’d be hard, then bounced up and down on me. She was trying to prove I wasn’t gay.” Greyson talks lightly, but George can tell there’s real hurt there.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Still, her pussy throbbed with arousal at being used so roughly. Soon, they switched places. Sara got up and spread her legs wide for Vincent. He shoved three thick fingers into her. "Oh, fuck," Sara moaned. He fingered her with powerful strokes, curling relentlessly against her G-spot. Clara dropped to her knees and took his massive cock into her mouth. She sucked hard on his cock. “Yes, just like that,” Vincent groaned. “Choke on it, Clara. Show me how much you want your stepdaddy’s cock.”

Never ignore that possibility but, let's keep our relationship quiet for the time being. We tried quite a few gay sex positions Saturday then gave our bums Sunday off and masturbated mostly. We decided I was a bottom and not always but for sure with us I was a feminine bottom and female sounding and acting behind closed doors. I was a bitch and I love it. I walked around the apartment with just a towel around me Sunday afternoon. Glen could take me and have his way with me whenever he wanted. I was his slut now. We masturbated and sucked each other a lot Sunday. I think I swallow a little too much cum as I had an upset stomach. I might have to only swallow every other time. Too bad, I love h

“He’s a scumbag and a liar and a criminal, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it, including getting your old boss, Jamie Foxgrin, to lie about you.” “What!?” My hands clench together. “Look,” he says, pulling out his phone. My stomach twists when he shows me a photo of Jamie with some man I don’t recognize. “That is Brian Gumble, the man who had you sent to Last Rites instead of a women’s prison.” “Holy…crap…” Do I believe this? I mean…it makes sense. In a twisted, conspiratorial kind of way. And what do I know about prison culture, about wardens, or about the political games they play?

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His interference would only cause more trouble for Tess. There had been a similar case of a woman being locked up. Although she wasn’t as young, peerless and vibrant as Tess, she evoke the desires of the guards that fuck themselves when they couldn’t suppress their desires anymore and claimed homies. They were also repeated petty criminals that were sent to eternal damnation by serving the other criminals, forever underground. The guards isolated the woman from the prison and took her wherever they wanted to make love to her, without her consent. They had sex with her until she breathed her last and died from exhaustion.

I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.