This middle aged gay black man I know in Baltimore has been a drug counselor for almost two decades. But when he was younger he sold and used drugs and ended up in prison. This is the story he told me about his “prison husband.”
“Eric” was standing outside his cell on the second tier, looking down at the new arrivals at prison. And that’s when he saw “Abdul,” a tall, dark, handsome man who was filing in with the new arrivals.
“We locked eyes and stared at each other and I thought to myself, ‘I’m going to have him,'” said Eric, who was serving time in Maryland State prison for multiple marijuana sale offenses. “We just had chemistry.”
Before too long Abdul, who was also in jail for drug sales, would briefly chat with Martin each time he walked by Martin’s cell. This happened several times a day.
One day Abdul asked for help.
“My peeps ain’t sending me no money and I don’t have any funds to buy soap and deodorant and other stuff from the commissary.”
“Don’t worry man. I will get you $20 worth of stuff to get you started. Just pay me back when your folks finally come through,” Martin answered.
Martin had been with women and even had a daughter. But by his late 20’s when he went to prison he had figured out he loved long black dicks and getting fucked way more than pussy.
Martin was a handsome, cocky brownskinned brother who was built like a brick shit house because he regularly worked out. He had a high, light voice but was masculine so no one in prison suspected he was gay and loved to bottom.
One day he and Abdul happened to be showering at the same time. Abdul eyed Martin’s plump bubble ass and broad chest and leaned closer and said, “You know I’m really attracted to you.”
Martin was a little surprised but so pleased his ass tingled and his long, thin penis grew hard.
Abdul claimed he was straight. Plus he was Muslim and knelt on a carpet and prayed toward Mecca with the other brothers. He just didn’t seem like the type to stray down the rainbow path.
They got a chance to hook up during Ramadan. Abdul snuck away from the Muslim inmates who were segregated during fasting and made his way to Martin’s cell. Nobody was around..
“Hey Martin I’m so horny for you baby. Please suck my dick.”
Martin looked around to make sure no one was around and knelt at the entrance of his cell and pulled Abdul’s dick put of his prison-issued jeans. It was unusually long and thick and black.
Martin sucked Abdul’s dick with his wet mouth and massaged it with his hands. It was against prison rules for Abdul to be in Martin’s cell so he pretended to be leaning against the bars and talking to Martin.
Abdul quickly busted a thick load into Martin’s mouth. Martin got up off his knees and went to the toilet, spat the nutt in the bowl and flushed.
Later Abdul and Martin got merits for good behavior and were able to choose cellmates. Of course they picked each other. For the first time they were able to go all the way.
“Abdul cried the first time I gave him some ass he was so grateful,” Martin said.
They did everything together including running a small drug ring in prison. Since Martin worked the commissary he had more freedom to move about and pick up heroin and coke the guards smuggled in.
But Abdul would get high off the drugs instead of selling them and one time Martin had to have his mother send him $200 to pay back an inside supplier who threatened to shank them.
Their prison relationship lasted four years when Martin was released. Martin has been drug free and out of prison for 20 years but Abdul is still serving time.
They continue to correspond and Martin sends Abdul $20 here and there.
Abdul will be released soon and has asked whether he can stay with Martin till he gets on his feet.
But Martin says he is hesitant to reopen that chapter in his life by rekindling the relationship.
We will see if he gets weak for that big prison dick and relents.