Who was he kidding? Gay sex I want you to be my Mr. I thought I’d gone too far, done too much. Working in Lewisburg now and living in a group home. Yes! The bedding was in the same disarray they’d put it in in their fucking and that Steve had left it in when taking the gas to his car.Steve put the food supplies away, but then he just left and drove back to Lewisburg. Panting, Ronny worked on doing so, Big Steve’s beefy fingers just holding steady as Ronny fucked himself on them, taking them ever deeper inside.When the big man was ready, the fingers were pulled back, he put the head of his cock in position, penetrated, slid in deep, and fucked Ronny again in a missionary position. This was a common movement on the inside to signal the man was going to move in between the legs and take control. Probation officers didn’t reveal all they knew about the penitentiary and what went on in there.“My name’s Steve. He, in fact, had been feeling the isolation of not having a man—a rough, dominated man—but his probation officer, without knowing there was a sexual angle to this, had convinced him that he needed to completely change his life.It was too
