This story actually has two different versions: a gay version between two men and a lesbian version between two women. Since there are categories for each, I thought I would write a version for each. This is the gay version.
Mark Jenkins lay back on his bunk staring up at the bunk above him. He was working on the second half of a 25-year sentence for killing his wife and her lover. His previous roommate had been released a week ago on parole.
Mark had been up for parole 6 times in the past 12 years and each time, his bitch wife's mother stopped it. He knew that there was no way as long as she was around he was going to get a break.
He rolled his 6'4", 250lb body over on the bunk until he was resting on his side. He brushed his black hair back out of his green eyes wishing his last cellmate were still there.
When Mark was been sent to prison 12 years ago, the thought of having any kind of sex with another man sickened him. But when you had a tight ass like Paul had winking at you everyday for almost 5 years, you tended to change your view on things.
Paul had no problem with being Mark's bitch. Especially, when Mark suddenly grabbed him around the waist one day after he had come back from the showers. At first the younger man had been startled. Paul was bi and had been attracted to Mark since the first day the older man had become his cellmate, but he never figured on having the other man want him. Of course, he had never acted on his fantasies of being with another man. Until that day that is.
Mark had ripped the towel from Paul's body and shoved his face into the other man's ass, soaking up the smell that was all Paul.
Paul had been surprised at first but when Mark licked at his hole with his tongue, the younger man had pressed back against him moaning.
When Mark suddenly shoved his 10 inch cock up Paul's virgin hole, his roommate wasn't to keen on that, but got into it quite well. Both men had shot off at the same time and Paul had been his bitch for the past 7 years.
Now Mark was alone, his cock was itching for an ass to slide into but all he had was his hand.
He rolled over again on the uncomfortable bunk, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep.
Marty Andrews slowly put on the prison issued jumpsuit that the officer had given him then let the guard lead him to the cell he would spend the next 3 years of his life in.
He had told the judge, the cops and even his lawyer that he hadn't raped his 19-year-old daughter. That she had come to him and that she had loved having his cock slamming in and out of her pussy. Even his daughter had said that, but for some reason the cops didn't think incest was a good thing. He could still remember his wife's smirking face as he was led from the courtroom after sentencing.
Marty was small compared to Mark. He only stood 5'8" and weighed maybe 150lbs. His dishwater blonde hair fell down over his amber eyes.
When the guard shoved him into the cell he would now call home, he shivered. When he saw the big man laying on the bottom bunk looking at him, the shiver increased into full-blown fear. "Um, Hi" He said softly as the big man moved gracefully to a sitting position.
"What you in for?" The big man asked with a soft voice that bellied his size.
"Um...fucking my daughter," Marty replied.
The big man laughed. "Was she of age?"
Marty looked at him affronted. "Of course she was. They just didn't like the idea that it was my daughter."
The big man moved so suddenly that Marty gasped, moving quickly to the other side of the small cell. "Um...What are you doing?" he asked suddenly terrified when he saw the big man strip out of the bottom of his jumpsuit.
