Blog : what prison is like (part 13)

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6/22/2020 2:54 am

what prison is like (part 13) - horny

The male sex drive is a wondrous thing indeed. Even during the absolute worst of times, when there isn’t a chance in hell of getting any action or relief, that thing between our legs will demand attention. Even while incarcerated, with years of your life taken from you, surrounded by the foulest people on the planet, with no privacy whatsoever a guy can still feel the urge so intensely that he’ll do something reckless like lay on his bunk in the middle of the day and quietly masturbate into a towel while curled up on his side, facing away from an entire dorm room full of men.

Even in jail, with our fates still uncertain, under extremely high stress, we want something to shove our dicks into.

There was a big debate about<b> pornography </font></b>in prison quite a few years ago, and in the end the inmates lost out. They weren’t getting actual pornography, but at least they’d been allowed things like Penthouse and Hustler magazine. The decision was made that no nudity would no longer be allowed, so mags like Maxim became a commodity. Guys salivated over pictures, and some even tore them out, took them into the shower, stuck them to a wall and jerked off to them. On a good day that picture would remain on the wall for a few hours before a staff member saw it and commanded an orderly to take it down. We would all have a chance to enjoy Miss July or whatever.

A great deal of masturbating went on in the showers. This was a place where, let’s face it, your cock was out and ready to play. Furthermore, if you timed it right you could achieve a modicum of privacy if you stood in certain areas. For extra insurance you could put up the pink wet floor sign in the entrance to the shower and hope some new guy didn’t walk by it and walk in on you. There was also a handicap stall, which had a wall that came up about waist high, and if you were watchful and quick could stimulate yourself to orgasm while showering behind it. It became a morning routine for me, jerking off behind that wall, and the stress relief alone that it provided was phenomenal. Plus, my body was so starved for stimulation!

There was a time, in the 90’s, when a person might have had a jail cell to themselves, but that is no longer possible, except maybe in small towns I suppose. I don’t know if there were ever single man prison cells in Oregon, but there definitely aren’t now. The minimum security facility I was housed in had four dorm rooms, each with 100 men sharing 50 bunk beds. There were no partitions, no curtains, no chances at all for a single moment of privacy. There was always someone around - ALWAYS. But if you were slick about it, you could totally get away with masturbating on your bunk. I did that a lot too, because it felt good and helped me sleep.

During my 2+ years I only met 2 or 3 openly gay men, and though generally accepted, they were not going around hitting on other inmates or being lascivious. Saying the wrong thing to the wrong guy could end very badly, for no reason at all, so the gay guys kept to themselves. If they were anything like the rest of us, they were probably in “heaven” at certain times during their sentence though. Let’s face it, if I was told I had to spend 2 years surrounded by women that I couldn’t hit on or fuck, but could openly look at and even shower with, I would have done a lot less complaining about my time, and been much more positive and upbeat. I would have also spent half my sentence masturbating, though I doubt I would have tried to hide it as well.

or even consensual sex was not all that common in the bigger prisons, though I can’t say that for sure. Unless you were doing something with your cellmate there just weren’t many places one could find the opportunity to be intimate with, or force themselves on, another inmate. We were horny, but we weren’t THAT horny.


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