Before coming to prison, I would never have considered myself to
be prudish, or even shy about my body. Modeling required me to be naked
sometimes more than when I actually had clothing on. But as my friends would
say, I am not exactly the type of guy who would have been made fun of in the
locker room. Despite that though, there were obviously things in prison that I
had to adapt to, like basic strip searches, using the restroom in front of
whomever, and of course, masturbation. For most guys, masturbation in here is a
daily requirement. It is expected and most everyone have very few reservations
about doing it in front of other guys in the shower. Now, I am not shy in this
aspect, but I still try to make my own sessions when there is the least
possible traffic in the shower.
Saturday however, I received a great letter from someone I am corresponding
with. He called me his “in prison boyfriend” and well, I began to develop this
fantasy, if you will. It became clear to me that I needed to head to the shower and handle
my business. As I stood there and began to stroke, I sensed that someone was
watching, but I continued on thinking about my friend.
For whatever reason, I turned around so that my back was now
against the wall of the shower. I locked eyes onto Eli, who was studying me
intently. I have watched him ‘take care of his business’ many times before but
now, apparently, it was his turn to watch me. He did nothing but stand there,
with the water running down over him. His erection gently swayed in the air as
he watched every stroke I made. Before I knew it, I was at my climax and just like
that, it was over.
Neither of us said a word as we continued to bathe. As I was
drying off, and wrapping the towel around my waist, he came up beside me and
said; “I have two questions for you; 1. Have you ever fucked anybody with that?
& 2. Who were you thinking about in there?”
I quickly replied “Yes, I have fucked plenty of people, but prefer
to be the receiver, and the person I was thinking about, was none of his
business.” I walked out of the bathroom realizing that I have my own little voyeur
in here.
All I could do, was smile.
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