Men Are Animals...
Cleveland leather weekend was a hoot and a holler. Starting with Scott at midnight the first night I got into town. As I write this. My thoughts are on him sitting on the floor between the wall and my hotel bed. The darkened corner of my room. Light spilling from the entrance. His big, expressive, brown eyes roaming my body with lust. His own spit and thick cock in his hand. I’m sitting on the edge of the hotel bed. Monster’s hardness made even harder from the look and feel of Scott on him. We are jacking off for one another. I stand UP over Scott on the floor. My nakedness to include my massive girth and length. Slap his face with part of my manhood. Lowering my balls on his face. He is made to smell the freshness of my scent. Mixed with the sweat brought on by the body heat we have generated earlier. His tongue darts out as if on command. Like that of a frog when a fly is within range. No, not quite. Scott’s tongue doesn’t retract into his mouth. It stays out. Expertly licking around the sack. Teasing the entrance to my hole.
It’s amazing how animal like we are. Huh? Don’t you agree. The mating call. The need for sex drives us! The different things that turn us on. Scott is content to sit as I jack my cock over his face. His tongue entices me. Having had my legs spread earlier. Holding them back so he has total and complete access. I, one more time. Turn my clean hole’s attention to his very eager tongue. Even if he hadn’t told me. His attentions on my ass are those of a "top" man. He is in a long term relationship. Lucky guy, his lover! Especially if he is given the attention of Scott’s talented tongue. I could lay there for quite some time. Have to keep my own hands off my cock though. Just lay there in enjoyment! Rubbing on myself from time to time. Teasing the head of Monster till he wants to spill. Tensing the ball sack UP against my body in readiness to boil over.
Scott has already told me he wants my load on him. "Will you shoot out of the beautiful cock," he asks? I smile. Knowing that by the end of our session I will produce a shower of cum to bring not only a smile, but, disbelief to him. He will remember our time together! He will think of my cock in his face when he is with his lover.
Earlier laying on the bed together. He’s butt naked. Looking over me. Laying in the bed. Naked, in all our glory. "I just want to talk for a bit," says Scott. "Is that Ok?" "Of course," I say. His lips descend upon the nape of my neck. He wants to look into my "intense blue eyes." I had dimmed the lighting in the room. He was still able to see the shine and excitement in them.
Back to Scott sitting on the floor. I ask him. "Are you ready for me?" "Are you ready for my shower of warm juice to splash" He looks UP at me. "Yes," he growls! He is quite versed in the exploits of Monster and me. He has read the journal entries. He has made comments to some of them. Read interviews about me. Asks about my prison sex. As I tell him that I fuck more straight men in prison. His had comes UP to his face. More spit! Back to work on his hard cock!
In prison I would fuck men who had spent the better part of their lives on the weight pile. Fighting prison wars. 15-20 years behind the walls. Murderers, bank robbers, rapists, arm robber were the crimes some of my cell mates had committed. I would fuck these men till their cum would spill all over them! With the help of hand lotion I would shove my cock very slowly UP in their tight asses. They claiming I was their first anal encounter! They throwing their legs in the air because they wanted me to feel good also. Giving UP their bung hole to allow me to get some pleasure out of being a man in a world where homosexuality was looked as being a woman. You raise your hand in prison as a homo. A cock sucker! You raise your hand in prison. Admit to sucking cock and taking it UP the ass. You are looked at and treated as a woman from that point forward. Spending hours in a prison cell with one another. Talking and getting to know one another. "This woman" just happen to have ten fucken hard inches that craved the warmth of a hole. Just as they craved it. They could relate. The housing unit would get dark at lock down. We would wait until after the guard did his hourly check! The fun would begin. I would jump down from my top bunk! I would grease UP their holes with Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion. Slowly begin making these men fall for me in a way they had no idea was possible.
Animals. We are animals. The need to bust a nutt. The need to feel. To make others feel good. Animals! Like the frog and his tongue! I bust my nutt all over Scotts hairy chest. Cover him in man cream while his own hand is pulling his seed all over the floor in between the wall and my hotel bed! I look down to see my cellies face! Disbelief! Shame at what has just happened. I can see the host of conflicting feelings going through their eyes.
I start a shower for Scott. We talk a bit as he dresses. I give him a sincere kiss and hug. Tell him I hope to see him again sometime.
As my cellie looks out the door while wiping the cum off of him in bird bath fashion at our sink in the prison cell we are sharing. He looks at me. Tells me if I speak one word to anyone on the yard about this. He will kill me. I look at him squarely in the eyes. As sincere as I am with Scott on Thursday night. I assure my cell mate. I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone. I want more of that ass I tell him. I won’t get anymore if I say anything to anyone. True to my word. I haven’t told anyone. Scott leaves the hotel room that night. Happy that he was finally able to meet and spend time with me. My cell mate leaves the cell we share as soon as they crack the door in the morning. He is on the yard in a mater of minutes. Picking a fight with the biggest white boy on the yard. He needs to prove his man hood to himself one more time. To others. The shame. The shame not only of what he did. He enjoyed it. That he will be back for more. It may be a couple days before he allows me to spread his hole again. He needs to find out if I spread the word on the yard that he is a homosexual. That I went UP in him. I wouldn’t dream of it. I will be back in his bed. After all, straight mans booty is some of the sweetest booty of all!
Keeping it hard and well lubed...
Michael and Monster Brandon
