A big, black, gorgeous and nearly erect cock popped out, inches from my face.ĭamn, I thought to myself, this could work out pretty good! He approached me, not in a threatening way, and pulled his pants down. A good-looking black man appeared at the cell door and looked me up and down. I had no idea what I had just unleashed.Ī few days later I was reading a book in my cell. I had never told anybody publicly before that I was gay. I had saved myself in the moment, but now I was out. The leader shoved me angrily aside and left. The more names they called me, the harder my cock got. He and his buddies started calling me every gay epithet in the book: faggot, cocksucker, gay boy. So I pressed on: Dont you want to have gay sex with me? Come on, lets do it. The leaders fury was boiling over but he was having a hard time thinking of what to say. Go ahead.Īnd as I said that my cock started to swell. You need to know that I am gay and I love cock. I immediately dropped my trousers and said: It was exciting and scary all at the same time. It was clear to me what the leader of the group meant when he said this, in a very threatening way. But they said no was not an option I needed to join them or else.
I was not interested in being in a gang, I said, so please leave me alone. A few weeks into my sentence, I was confronted by a group of white men who rather aggressively demanded that I join their gang. It didnt take long for me to discover those stories were true. And I had heard stories about what goes on in prison. While I hate being locked up, I do admit that, deep down inside of me, I was somewhat excited to be housed with a bunch of men in a secure facilitywhere nobody would know what I was doing. I was sentenced to two years in prison, where I remain today. The rest of this story is pure fantasy.Ī few years ago I was convicted of a crime I did not commit. I look and act very straight nobody suspects that I love cock and cum. I am a gay man, deep in the closet in real life.