Page 15 of Shadowman

It’s not news that Joy and I hook up from time to time. It usually happens down here, too, because she’s not one to let her sexual escapades be known to the rest of the prison, especially when it comes to fooling around with an inmate.

The guards hook up with the inmates here. It’s just a fact. Some do it more than others, but the thing is that they’re allmen. Joy is the only female, so naturally, there’s extreme interest in getting at her, knowing she’s literally the only option for sex without crossing over into gay territory.

But unfortunately for every straight prisonerotherthan me, Joy Jameson is off-limits. She pointedly does not hook up withinmates. I’m the one and only exception to that rule, which makes me feel even more pretty and special.

If I were to guess why, I’d think it’s because she knows I’m well-versed in the premises of both keeping it strictly physical and keeping my mouth shut—when it’s not feasting on her pussy, I mean.Even Joy’s other half—her partner in crime and her ex, John Chevelle—hasn’t so much as shot me an evil look pertaining to me messing around with hisCherry. Of course, he knows. It’s widely understood that Joy and Velle pretty much share a brain. But I also think Velle, more than anyone on this island, treats sex like the ultimate show of power.

Joy throwing me a bone, onherterms, makes me less of a threat.

I’m not exactly sure that’s true, but at the end of the day, I’d never do anything to fuck Joy over. She’s another one of my closest friends, like Luthor, Ren, and O’Malley. I trust her implicitly.

Moseying over to the locker room doorway, I’m trying to be as subtle as possible, whistling like I’m not doing anything sneaky.Just casually walking into this private area, following the sounds of running water. Nothing to see here…

Joy is already in one of the showers, and I have to pause and gulp because she’s naked and dripping wet… And her body isinsane.

We’ve fucked before, but we don’t usually have sex. Her rule is thatif I beat her, I eat her.You’d think it’d be the other way around, but no. Eating her out is my prize, because I never get to do it anymore.

I’m surrounded by dick.Dick dick dick, everywhere. Dick and ass. That’s it.

Spending some time with tits and pussy is a welcome treat.

In seconds, I’m naked too, joining her in the shower. It’s a bit dirtier down here than the showers upstairs, so you have tobe careful where you step, but no matter. Right now, I’m more focused on getting us both off; making this good, but more importantly, making it quick. She can’t exactly leave the others alone for long. Though, I’m sure Velle knows every inch of what’s happening down here and is more than prepared to crack skulls if anything goes sideways.

I start out kissing Joy’s mouth and neck, licking up her sweat mixed with the cool water, because it tastes good. Next, I’m at her tits, savoring them because,goddamn, it’s beenwaytoo long. And lastly, the main course; her sweet little pussy.

There are many sensations flooding my body when I do this, things I never thought I’d feel while eating a girl out. It’s crazy to me how different it starts to feel, because of how rare it is… It’s like the whole time is spent hurdling through all the ways this isdifferentfrom the other sex I have here. The other details I hold close to my chest.

Maybe that’s why I enjoy hooking up with Joy so much. There’s no risk of getting swept up in memories, like there is with Ren. With Joy, I can be the old Byron again.

It reminds me of simpler times.

Only five minutes with my tongue putting in mad work, and she’s clenching her thighs around my head, yanking my hair so hard it hurts. I like it.

When she’s done coming, and all gushy, I hold her up against the wall with her legs around my waist and rub my dick up and down through her wetness.

“Where should I come?” I whisper out fast and hoarse, fisting my cock and beating it rough.

“Come on my tits,” she breathes.

“Fuck yea,” I growl, succumbing to the sensation. Stroking faster and faster.

Closing my eyes… Seeing tear-stained cheeks and a waiting mouth.

Shit…

I force my eyes open.Shit shit shit…

And then I’m coming, shooting all over her perky tits, biting my lip to keep the desperate hums in.

“That was awesome,” Joy sighs as I put her down, immediately washing up.

“Mhm…” I gulp.

Yea, it was.It felt great, because orgasms always do. And it was hot.Duh.

It’s… comforting with Joy. Like being a musician on a comeback tour. There’s something satisfying about going back to your roots.

Fooling around with females is my original repertoire.