Posted this confession as a response elsewhere. Someone asked if anyone had a sexual experience in prison that they would like to share. This was my reply:

Straight guy here. Was a short timer out of state. Didn't know anyone in the system... Not like most people would. So, in other words, no one would know me on the streets. And no one knew me FROM the streets. Annyway, this skinny white kid moves in. I'm of a mixed Hispanic-white descent. He is obviously gay. Talks like a girl and carries himself like a queer. He wasn't trying to fool anyone. I'm only 5-7 but I've got some height on him... And probably 20 pounds. He Asked if I'm cool with celling up with a homo. I tell him I don't care. As long as he respects me, I'll do the same. Everything is normal for a week or two when he starts going on about how he wants to be a professional massage therapist when he gets out. I'm like sure, that's cool... He asked me if he could massage my feet. I'm not really into it, and he starts acting like I'm homophobic. We didn't argue, but it got uncomfortable. He apologizes, saying that he thought I was cool, and mature enough to allow him to message me without it getting weird.

What follows is maybe 3 hours of me allowing him to do more and more things to me. Starting with my left foot. He basically spit some pretty good game on me. Eventually, I was laying down on my stomach in my boxers. He was using some of the more expensive lotion and it was really fucking nice. I was in excellent shape (six pack and all) and my body was always sore. He continually complimented me. Making me feel comfortable and feeling good about myself.

Eventually he asked me to turn over. I was still limp, sense it wasn't in any real way SEXUALLY stimulating to me. It felt great. I was very relaxed. But it was just a massage to me.

So, now I'm on my back in just my boxers and His hands would move higher and higher on my legs. He would sometimes brush up against my balls, but it felt good. Again, I'm still limp. I wasn't even focused on whether or not I was getting hard. I was in the moment. It was an excellent massage. I am very sensitive in that area, just like anyone else.

Then he asked me to remove my boxers. I kinda freeze up and just open my eyes and stare for a second at the bunk above me. He asked again and says it's cool and begins to pull them down. I then say no. I start to sit up and push his hands off. He puts his hands up like everything's cool. He says something like: no problem, no worries, it's OK, just turn back over and I'll message your gluts. He says that he can tell I'm carrying a lot of stress in my gluts. And this kinda surprised me. I've wrestled all my young adult life, and I've had athletic trainers and physical therapist tell me the same thing. It has caused a lot of discomfort for me. Something about my ass muscles pulling my spine out a wack.

So I turn back over. And he starts massaging my butt muscles. And this... This felt so fucking good. I started to make noises. I didn't care. I was probably breathing hard earlier, but now I was moaning a little. He then let his hands slip under my boxers. A little at first. Then he was cresting over my ass. My butt is a bit round... And, at least at the time, firm.

Someplace in the back of my mind I knew he was going for it, but it felt so good I stopped careing. So, when he pulled down on my boxers, I lifted my hips up and they came right off. He just kept massaging my ass cheeks. He probably rubbed my ass for another 20 minutes. It was great. I felt stress leaving my body. It was truly therapeutic. I felt grateful in that moment. Being naked and having lotion rubbed on me by a gay guy in prison didn't matter to me. at least not in that moment.

Then he said turn over.

And I did. I didn't even blink. I rolled over, my eyes still closed. And I was still completely relaxed. Almost sleepy. And also still very limp. I was very aware of my limpness. I'm not a hung guy. Coming in at nearly 6 inches when I'm really hard, I remember that I was mildly concerned with how limp I was. But he just started massaging my legs again and working the insides of my thighs. He would go up to my chest and down my stomach, barely brush over my cock and balls, and rub my legs again. He would reach under me and kneed my ass, then come back over my hips and brush over my dick and back up my stomach or down my legs. It felt fantastic. And I was still limp. I didn't know what to think of that.

I wasn't in any hurry for him to finish the massage. I was in my bed and if I fell assleep, so what? It felt good and I was feeling really good about all of it. I can recall my mind just wondering around out in the real world. That is, I was in a happy place. Thinking about the outside. Enjoying some tender soft hands touching me all over. So what if he lingered a little longer over my dick every time he touched it. It felt good. So what if at some point he would be holding both my cock and my balls in one hand, squeezing it firmly and letting go. I was STILL limp! And still so relaxed that I just didn't care.

And then I felt his warm mouth completely enclose around my dick. My limp dick... Lol. But it was nice. And I didn't do shit about it. He had my dick in his mouth, sucking softly and still running his hands up and down my legs. I can still remember how he just held my dick in his mouth and suckeled on it like a baby. His mouth was warm and his tongue would press on it and it felt fantastic. He would then softly suck on my balls and move back to my dick. It may seem funny, but this still felt therapeutic to me. I was becoming even more relaxed. Prison is a stressful place. And this was just what I needed.

Then he did something that my body automatically responded to... He began to lick and suck my tate. (That spot between your asshole and balls). And my cock got hard almost instantly. It was crazy. He says: oh, god, poppy! I'm actually a little embarrassed. But he wasted no time. He says oh God poppy and takes my whole cock in his mouth and starts to suck it like he's gonna make a million dollars.

Now, there are two things about to impress this guy whom had probably sucked a lot of dicks. First: I'm a hard cummer under NORMAL circumstances. Second: I don't cum so easy by blow job. I was with the same women for 8 years and she hated the taste of cum. So I'd stop her when I got close. We would wait a few seconds and she would start again.. After a few years of that, I didn't have to stop her no more. A mental block. After that relationship was over, I would hence -forth need a lot of hand action. Basically, all blowjobs turned into hand jobs at my request. But in this case, I wasn't about to request shit. It was probably after midnight and we had 5 hours before the night shift did there job. So he sucked my cock for a good long time. Even started to slow down a little towards the end. He took it upon himself to use his hand more and more often.

But eventually I did cum. And it was like a release that ranks up there in my top ten. I saw him squint and swallow twice. He had to, cause I just kept cumming. When he could finally talk he starts going on about how I SHOOT cum. I laughed and figured maybe he didn't suck so many dicks as I originally thought. He's was probably 22 years old.

That's my story of gay shit in prison. I ended up moving out of that cell maybe 2 days later. We didn't do anything else. I would have, probably, but I think we where both intent on not being the instigator. He asked me if we would and I said I'd let him know. And then I left.

I've sense then have had my cock sucked by a few other guys. And on one occasion I fucked this very feminine Puerto Rican kid. He was 19 and probably destined to transition. But those are other confessions I guess.