Face down in lockdown

I've never been in prison but I do have some very specific ideas about the sort of things that might go on after lights out in a cell block full of masculine virile tattooed men. I imagine that in prison, days are spent weightlifting and exercising in the prison gym and inmates are free to observe the growing muscles on themselves as well as on the other masculine, tattooed inmates. They are free to observe the increasing muscularity of the male bodies as they are being washed of their sweat in the gang showers. After a few days of this sort of activity the most basic animalistic urges will certainly take over a young testosterone filled male prison inmate. I don't think any of this goes unnoticed by the prison guards either, after all their job is to keep an eye on the inmates. I'm positive that after performing a couple of strip searches and body cavity searches the pent up desires of the guards are just as caged and volatile as the inmates.

Prison sex has always been a big turn on for my boyfriend and I so the prison scene is a scenario we occasionally spend some time on. It usually progresses as follows. After lights out inmates are required to be in their cells, in bed, naked and on their stomachs. These are the rules of the prison and it's better for the inmate to not break the rules, especially when the guard that works your cell block is hung like a bull. While laying there in the darkness I hear his boots scraping on the cement floor and his nightstick tapping the metal bars of cell gates. (And what I mean here is his socks on the carpet and the sound of the door to the "cell" being opened. And what I mean by "cell" is our bedroom with its huge walk in closet, balcony and cathedral ceiling)

Anyhow, the guard stops outside my cell and I know I better not move or try to look. I hear the keys in the lock and the gate being opened and I begin to prepare myself for what is going to happen. After he locks the gate behind him I hear him undressing, unbuckling his belt and removing it from the pants of his skin tight navy blue uniform. I hear him untying and removing his military issue boots. Then I feel him get on the bed between my legs. His knees spread my legs apart as he moves up the bed between them. He takes a pillow in one muscular hand and taps my hips with the other. I raise my hips off the bed and he places the pillow under me to ensure the right angle for maximum penetration. He slowly lowers himself on top of me and I feel the heat of his rock hard penis between the top of my ass and on the small of my back. His huge testicles rest down lower on my ass. I feel the warmth of the hard muscles and soft hair of his chest resting on my back. He pins my arms to the bed and places the rough scruff of his chin next to my neck and his mouth is right next to my ear. I can feel the heat of his breath and the smell of beer that lingers on it. He whispers into my ear, "I've been watching you boy, and I've been waiting all day for this, I'm going to fuck you good and hard now and I want you to keep quiet." His hand reaches around and he pushes a jockstrap warm and damp with his sweat and musk into my mouth. (I don't know if prison guards normally wear jockstraps on the job, but in our prison they do)

He lifts himself off of me and moves down my body, his knees open my legs up further. I feel his hands spreading my ass and the heat of his breath and the scruff of his chin on the tender flesh on my anus. His tongue slides up and down across my anus and then down to my scrotum and back to my anus. He tries to bury his tongue as deeply as he can, tasting and collecting the scent like any wild animal would do to his mate just before he mounts him. As he continues I let out a muffled moan. He spits into my ass and then rises up onto his knees. I hear him spit into his hand and then the sound of him rubbing his penis. He then lowers himself on top of me, his hard muscular thighs pin my legs to the mattress and his feet lock around my ankles to keep my legs spread as far as he wants them. The head of his penis pushes at my anus and it is so hard he does not need to guide it in. He lowers himself on top of me, his face next to my ear as he pushes himself into me. He whispers in my ear, "open up that ass boy". I bite down on the jockstrap and he slides into me the whole way. He stays still for a moment exhaling a groan of hot breath onto my neck. I feel the weight of his testicles and the smooth shaved skin of his scrotum resting on top of my own. I feel the warm leather of his cock ring pressing the tender flesh of my anus. He pulls out of me partially and I feel the sweaty skin of his scrotum which has adhered to mine peel away from mine. He slides back into me and begins to build a rhythm, the weight of his muscled body on top of mine. He whispers into my ear "take my dick boy, this ass is all mine and you better have it ready for me whenever I want it".

He lifts his chest off of my back and supports himself on his arms. His thighs keep my legs spread and pinned to the bed. In this position he has the leverage and control to fuck me harder and faster and he does not waste the opportunity. I bite down on the jockstrap and let out a few muffled whimpers. Every few thrusts he pulls out of me completely and then drives back in the full length of his shaft. As he rhythmically thrusts into me I can feel the wetness of pre-ejaculate leaking from my penis, I am unable to reach under to touch my cock, when I try to he grabs my arm away and gives my ass a stinging smack with the back of his big muscular hand. He says "you're not gonna cum until I'm done with you boy" This is about his gratification not mine. I would not have thought it was possible but angering him caused me to get a harder and rougher fucking than I had gotten up to that point.

Soon I could tell by the deepening of his breath, the steady rhythm of his cock pumping my ass and his moaning he was close. He lowered his full weight back on top of me and locked his arms around mine. His mouth was next to my ear as he began to exhale heavy groans through tightly clenched teeth. I felt his body spasm and contract on mine. His heavy testicles contracted and pulled away from mine as he marked his territory inside of me. He collapsed completely on top of me the weight of his muscled frame making it hard for me to breathe, our flesh glued together with sweat, his cheek next to mine he whispered in my ear "good boy".

In the prison scenario the guard would climb off the inmate and say "now clean yourself up" so this is where our prison sex ends. One of the best things about having a hot, muscular, inshape, semi-hairy boyfreind is that he cares about your satisfaction as well. So he lets the inmate roll over on his back and cradles the inmates head in one arm and kisses him. The guard uses his other hand to stimulate the the inmates balls and ass, you know, whatever it takes to help get the inmate off and this usually happens pretty quickly. Afterward the the inmate and the guard clean themselves up together.