I don't gamble. I don't think this really matters to you at all, but I thought I'd say it... it's all I've got in response to any portion of this entry that involves such. I don't know how to play black jack, or texas hold 'em, or roulette even... so you lost me on a lot of this.
...but you kept it interesting enough at least. :)
Your AM jackoff session reminded me of one of the nights I spent in jail. I had work release, so I was lucky in that I actually left the jail every day, and could "take care of business" in the unisex bathroom, on company time, if I had to. ...but he started it.
There was only one attractive guy in my cell, and I hated the immature little fucker (with the exception I LOVED looking at his body... ass especially!!). One night, as I was trying to drift off to sleep, I noticed some pretty recognizeable action coming from his bunk and did the whole "my eyes aren't really closed, and the heavy breathing has nothing to do with sleep" routine as I watched. When he was done, his arm slipped out from under the sheets, and I saw him fling his hand out into the air... sending his cum out into the room to land wherever. Then he grabbed his bunk mate's bath towel, and used that to clean up the rest of his mess. (Can you see why I didn't really care for the guy?)
When he rolled over and turned his back to me, I followed suit... I didn't fling my load out into the room, or wipe it up with someone else's towel though. I just waited till the next morning and peeled the sheets off my skin.
There really IS something erotic about jacking off in the presence of sleeping, heterosexual men.
I enjoyed your story immensely until the final line in which you generalized about the eroticism of jacking off in the presence of sleeping, heterosexual men.
It's not so much that I disagree with the statement, it's just that it made me think that you thought that there was anything vaguely erotic about my friend A.
Which sent shudders down my spine.
Because he's the fat-ass single-handedly devouring the nacho plate in this photo... and, believe you me, that plate was much larger than it appears in this picture.
nah... you pretty much clarified how unattractive the guy is. the same went for all my hard-boiled-egg-eating, farting, snoring, unkempt cell mates. What made it erotic to me, was the fact they were completely unaware.
I didn't like any of them actually, so even though I was slightly annoyed with the complete disregard "jackoff-boy" had for everyone's living space, I was equally satisfied to be the only one (besides him I assume) that knew what the flakey white stuff was stuck to the top of the table for the next week...
I despised him so much, I found pleasure in every misfortune that came his way (an extra 30 days added to his sentence, his girlfriend not accepting his collect calls, his struggle with acne...), but I'll give him this... he had a flawless body!!
To this day, I still fantasize about fucking his firm little ass in the shower stall of our 6-man cell...
...but you kept it interesting enough at least. :)
Your AM jackoff session reminded me of one of the nights I spent in jail. I had work release, so I was lucky in that I actually left the jail every day, and could "take care of business" in the unisex bathroom, on company time, if I had to. ...but he started it.
There was only one attractive guy in my cell, and I hated the immature little fucker (with the exception I LOVED looking at his body... ass especially!!). One night, as I was trying to drift off to sleep, I noticed some pretty recognizeable action coming from his bunk and did the whole "my eyes aren't really closed, and the heavy breathing has nothing to do with sleep" routine as I watched. When he was done, his arm slipped out from under the sheets, and I saw him fling his hand out into the air... sending his cum out into the room to land wherever. Then he grabbed his bunk mate's bath towel, and used that to clean up the rest of his mess. (Can you see why I didn't really care for the guy?)
When he rolled over and turned his back to me, I followed suit... I didn't fling my load out into the room, or wipe it up with someone else's towel though. I just waited till the next morning and peeled the sheets off my skin.
There really IS something erotic about jacking off in the presence of sleeping, heterosexual men.
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It's not so much that I disagree with the statement, it's just that it made me think that you thought that there was anything vaguely erotic about my friend A.
Which sent shudders down my spine.
Because he's the fat-ass single-handedly devouring the nacho plate in this photo... and, believe you me, that plate was much larger than it appears in this picture.
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I didn't like any of them actually, so even though I was slightly annoyed with the complete disregard "jackoff-boy" had for everyone's living space, I was equally satisfied to be the only one (besides him I assume) that knew what the flakey white stuff was stuck to the top of the table for the next week...
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To this day, I still fantasize about fucking his firm little ass in the shower stall of our 6-man cell...
...if you must know the truth.
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And I knew...
I knew...
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