Poz Prisoner

[Toon]

1999

I'm a raging liberal and have voted for Democrats in every election I've ever participated in.  Maybe it's because I grew up poor or gay... or both. I'm an activist because I hate injustice. I want more equality and fairness in the world. Before you label me some kind of good person (I'm flawed), I have always had a dark side that I usually ignore or deny. 

After spending a weekend in jail for something stupid I'd done (that's another story for another time), I was suddenly way more interested in reforming the judicial system. It was a harsh process and human beings were treated like shit. I also noticed that there were way more blacks than whites locked up. I wondered how many of the black guys would even be here if they were a different race. It was an awakening. I wanted to be an advocate for prisoner's rights. Or maybe I developed too many crushes on guys while I was there. I didn't want to lose them to the black hole known as the Department of Justice. It seems so naive and overly-idealistic now, but I was determined. I never really found an opportunity to be an advocate, but I did find a website where you could become pen pals with incarcerated men. Well, good. At least I could provide friendship and emotional support to some of these men. Just use Google and you'll find several sites that let you mail letters to prisoners --- not just dumb dudes like me who spent 48 hours behind bars, but men who were serving sentences of 2,3,5,10 years. Even guys on death row. 

Well, I ended up making connections with a dozen prisoners from all over the country. I was writing pen pal letters every night for weeks. Most of them asked for money orders or gifts and were pretty transparent about it. I weeded those guys out pretty quick because I was not a rich man. But Aaron seemed genuine. He and I wrote about our lives and our dreams and everyday stuff for months. He was a white kid who was in prison about a thousand miles away, He was convicted of armed robbery and assault. He'd burglarized his uncle's house and then beat him up pretty severely. He seemed to really feel bad about it. Maybe I showed my gay cards first or maybe he did, but our letters soon became more "romantic".  And then they just got X-rated. He sent me a trace of his hard cock and talked about all the things he wanted to do to me. At the time, I had no sexual experience but had read enough porn that I could come up some sexy things to write. I sent him a card or a letter everyday for months. I even sent money and gifts. He only had a year left on his sentence, and we talked about living together. We fantasized about our first night. It got really erotic. But then he started asking for more and more money and Amazon stuff. I decided I was being scammed. Liberals can be way too trusting st times. I stopped writing him altogether. A few more letters came, but I didn't open any and just put them on my bookshelf behind a clock. I was done fighting for these guys.

After a crummy Christmas season, I felt kind of lonely and decided to open the last few letters Aaron had written. He expressed regret for being so needy.

 "It's not fair to you...especially since you've been so kind. I hope you know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. If you stop writing me, I'll lose any trace of hope I have. I get out of here in a few       months and I want to be with you. Please write back,"

The next one:

 "I have nothing now. You were my one bright spot. I look at your photo every day and night. Write me back in the next week or I'll just move on with my terrible life options."

The last one:

 "You are a motherfucking asshole. How much more honest can I be? You should thank your lucky stars I never got a chance to fuck your sorry ass...because I've got HIV. It would be great if I could ruin your life  by just cumming inside of you. I got it from my roommate who was the boss of our block. I wish he could infect you too. We could double up on your butt and make sure you never break another heart. Asshole. I  hope you die."

Well that was sad, but then why did my cock get hard? I told you I have a dark side. I wasn't supposed to be back at work  for three more days....that meant more TV and sitting alone with my dark thoughts. Nothing new except now I was thinking of Aaron again, especially at night. I needed to let it go because he hated me now. 

I was getting late and I'd had enough of CNN for one night so I turned out the lights and got ready for bed. And then there was a knock at the door. I thought about ignoring it. but it didn't stop. Suddenly I knew it was HIM. He obviously had my address. Aaron!

I opened the door and standing there was a pale white guy who was nearly a foot taller than me and close to my age. He was not "cute", but he was hot in a way I couldn't find the words for. He had a giant suitcase with him.

"Aaron?"

"Hi Kevin. I took a bus here because I had no other options. I'm sorry. I really need a place to stay".

"Come in".

"Are you sure?" 

"Absolutely. It's cold out there".

"I'm sorry. I don't even know if you read my last letter, but I regret writing it".

He drug his suitcase in and I quickly put it in my bedroom. 

"Get comfortable and warm yourself up a little".

"Maybe later. I've grown fond of being outdoors in the free and open. Want to take a little walk with me?"

His coat was too thin for this weather, but I agreed -- my heart leaping.

I put on my shoes and a coat and off we went for a walk around the block. It was below freezing out here, but he seemed to be in bliss.

"So you read my letters? All of them?"

"Yeah. I thought you hated me. Was it true about you being HIV positive?"

"Yes. But don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. I just had you on my mind".

"OK. Are you sick?"

"Not yet. This happened to me just two years ago. I guess it's still brewing inside. I'd still like to make love to you, but with a condom".

"Let's head back".

We got inside and he immediately grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply.  Without thinking too hard about it, I opened the fly of his jeans and release his giant boner. It was still cold from the outdoors, but fully hard. 

"Can we go to your bed?"

I didn't even bother to answer -- I just motioned for him to follow me.  We got inside and I stripped in record time...mainly because I wanted to watch him undress with no distractions. He unlaced his long tennis shoes (which had seen better days) and slipped his socks off. Once he was naked, my only instinct was to pull him under the covers with me. His cold skin warmed up and we kissed for a long time.  Things heated up nicely and I was in heaven. He was on top of me thrusting his long, skinny cock between my thighs.

"Shit. I'm about to cum. Let me go get a condom out of my pants".

"I tell you what -- you forget about the condom and I'll make you a big breakfast tomorrow morning".

"Are you nuts? I'm infected".

"Maybe I'm nuts. But that last letter of yours gave me the biggest hard on of my life. You were so mad. Think back to that and take your revenge now".

"Give me a second. Oh yeah. You pissed me off so bad".

And then he lifted my legs in the air and plunged that spear into me. Damn! Pain!

"Now you pay for ignoring me, Bastard!"

"Don't stop talking, Aaron".

"I'm going to give you all the poison built up in my balls...and you'll have it until you die. You'll waste away, and I'll always know I caused it".

I reached around and grabbed his ass.  I thought if I touched him there he'd ejaculate quicker, but he was already jerking rapidly...and cumming.

I wish I could say I felt him filling my ass, but all I felt was his weight on me and his organ still inside of my ass. 

He and I were both asleep within minutes. In the morning, I made about twenty pancakes.  A deal's a deal. 

We still live together. He got a job at a convenience store and neither of us have gotten sick so far. 

So far.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest dannyboy122]

hot story

[Leatherman667]

Fuckin hot mate. 

[bjbottom]

Great story!   I love that your characters became lovers instead of a one night stand