Mike in Prison

[ushersdick]

It's just a quick one, straight to the point. I wanted to put into writing what id been thinking abt when ive been jerking recently!

Lemme know what you think. [email protected]

Mike had been put in a Turkish prison for importing class A drunks into Istanbull. Prison was grim. Hot, dirty and crowded. It wasnt like a British prison, no TV, no courses, just a yard, bunks and some work out gear.
He'd always been a big guy, but seeing as the only thing to do in prison was work out, he'd got huge. He weighed 270lbs, all muscle. Biggest guy in there, thighs over 30", 23" arms, 59" chest. All hairy and golden from the sun. Mike was straight but loved the sight of how big hed got. For Mike, everyday was the same.
He'd get up early, step into the glden sun and work out, clothes were scarce, he still only had what we wore on his day into prison. The difference was now they were tight and smelt of raw masculinity, sweat and sex. All day long Mike would pump his muscles, like a machine, getting pumped, bigger, hotter.
At sundown the gueards would hurd the men back in, Mike would get back to the room he shared with ten other men, stand in front of the mirror and stare at himself. He starts felxing in the mirror. His tee clings to him, as if its painted on, sticky from a day's work out. Around him, the other men can't help but stare. Many of them in for life, would enever see a woman again. All they had was Mike.
Mike would flex topless for a while, feeling his biceps, running his big, rough hands through the hair on his massive chest. Occasionly punching his own chest, or licking the sweat off a bicep.
He'd stare at his enormous furry legs, stretching his shorts tight. Inside his shorts, his dick's throbbing, turning himself on, seeing how big he is. He gropes at it through his shorts, untill he cant keep his hands off any longer, pulling them down over his 33" legs. Mike sits down on floor in front of the mirror, his legs spread apart, close enough that his feet ar almost against the glass. Mike would sit in front of the mirror and flex, while touching his growing cock. He'd start by flexing a bicep and squeezing it, starring in the mirror and grunting at his own size. He'd lick more sweat off, raising his arm up, trying to reach round and lick sweat out of his deep, hairy pits. Hed squeeze his chest, pull at the hair, punch it. He liked the thus it made when he punched it. Hed sit and bounce them, with his hands reachign down around his dick. He'd like to play with his balls, runnign his hands across them, feeling them and sniffing his hands like an animal. Theyd smell of musty sweat, a real muscle mans salty sweat.
This is what made Mike's dick get real hard. When totally solid, his monster was as thick as a coke can and when upright, would easily touch his hairy pecs. He loved to push it down against the stone floor and watch it jump back up. It'd spring back up, thudding against his body, splatting precum onto him. Hed carry on flexing, his dick throbbing against himself.
Mike was so into himself, he wouldnt even notice that around him, the ten other men in that room would all be stood around him tugging at their little dicks. The sight of this monster getting off like an animal, too much for them to resist. Some of them would cum two or three times from watching him. Behind him the hairy turkish men would be shooting off all over the place. Eachother, the floor, the walls, the beds, everything.
Mike loved that he could reach down and lick his own dick. He could bend over and run his dick across his big throbbing bell end. He'd love to lick up the salty precum, aswell as squeezing his bellend between his pecs, or slapping it against a flexed bicep and licking the precum off that way.
Eventually Mike wouldn't be able to control himself any longer, he'd grab hold of his cock with both hands and start yanking at it real hard. Pulling it and grunting like an animal, pulling so hard it almost looked painfull. Every muscle tense up in his body out of his controll, he'd roll his head back and cum would fly. His muscles spasm as his super strong orgasm takes over. Cum flies up and falls back down on his face, for w ehole minute he shoots. String after string of hot, creamy cum. Landing on the mirror, his shoulders, his biceps, his abs, his chest, his thighs and the wall.
Mike would sit and stare at his cum soaked body, before garbbing someone's bed sheets and mopping himself clean.

If you liked it and wanna chat or anything, my AIM is muscleloveruk999 or MSN - [email protected]

[arpeejay]

The Gods of Spelling, Grammar, and Punctuation would SMITE you, ya know, except they're too busy getting off on this great story! :-)

xoxo

Richard

[ushersdick]

lol i expect i was too horny to care when i wrote it! sorry! my keyboards been playing up aswell!

[myoder]

I bad reported - ooops! Great story! keep going - self admiration is terrific!
thanks