!--ADULTSONLY--JANE/JOE'S PRISON ORDEAL!

            ane/Joe reached out and caressed the big man's ball sack. "Sir,
            would you like your balls sucked on, sir?" Ransom said, "Not yet.
            First play with my dick some. Not with your mouth yet, with your
            hands." Jane/Joe complied, massaging the limp sausage gently. He played with the cock head a bit and then applied long strokes to the shaft. He watched, fascinated, as it elongated and hardened up. At full erection, it topped 8" and the cock head was very wide. It's flanged ridge stood way out from the shaft, giving the head a very pronounced look. The cock head's length seemed to occupy one fourth of the total overall length. He felt the spongy head and was amazed at its hardness. It was unyielding.

"OK, Jane," Ransom said. "You may suck on my balls now!"

With no hesitation, Jane/Joe went to work on them. In no time at all they were sloppy wet from his saliva, the pubic hairs matted up. "Now go for it, suck my cock, Jane . . . With passion."

Jane/Joe then proceeded to give Ransom the complete, and uncut, girlie cocksucking routine, complete with appreciative moans throughout. As Jane/Joe sucked on the fat, hot and large-headed throbbing cock, his hot saliva flowing freely, the big man's moans coming from above his head had an electrifying effect on him. The more the man moaned, the harder and more passionately Jane/Joe sucked. And the more he was turned on by it all.

The two of them were getting a nice rhythm going that was unbelievably timed. The mouth/cock connection was almost on a Zen level. Surreal. His mouth was Ransom's cock and Ransom's cock was his mouth. A yin and yang of cocksucking. Ransom was moaning above and Jane/Joe was moaning below, his mouth glued to Ransom's saliva slicked prick as he went up and down. It felt supreme.

On one deep-throat plunge, he grabbed Ransom's balls and squeezed them gently. It hit Ransom as if it was a cattle prod. He jumped and twitched, both legs shaking, and let out a moan so deep and real it echoed through Jane/Joe's brain like a drum beat.

Shit, Jane/Joe thought, I I'm liking it, too! And it was true. Jane/Joe was no longer faking the passionate moans for Ransom's benefit. They were now popping out for real. The man's plump and sizeable cock head was feeling undeniably wonderful to his mouth, his lips, and his tongue. The taste of the cock was also driving him wild.
He felt that Ransom's entire cock was the perfect fit for his mouth and throat. He continued sucking, passionately, lovingly, even enjoying the sweaty, musk-filled aroma coming from Ransom's crotch area. As he breathed the heady smell into his nostrils, he felt a euphoria come over him. Oooooooo, wonderful, so wonderful. Oh, god, he thought, I just love doing this.

Jane/Joe found himself voluntarily moaning every time his lips crossed the pronounced flanged ridge, his lips forced to change shape. God, Jane/Joe thought, his fat cock head feels so sublime! It's hard and yet soft. And so long! And it fits my mouth so perfectly. And when I hit his base with my lips I feel absolutely full of cock. God, it feels good! No wonder fags and women love it so much! It's fucking mouth magic!

He thought, his mind in heaven: Oh, yes, let me suck you off, Ransom. Let me suck you off really good. Let me drive your cock crazy until it rewards me with your hot juicy sperm. Oh, fuck, Jane/Joe thought, this is good! So fucking good! That long, sponge head. The way the ridge bump changed the shape of his lips as they crossed it. Oh, mother!

He worked the big man's cock feverishly now, his spittle coating the entire cock and some dribbling out on his chin and then to the floor. He was wild now, totally lost in his passion, deaf to the entire world, and in love with the cock he was sucking. He wanted to suck this tasty cock forever, even though he knew a climax, which had to arrive sometime soon, would end the love affair. Fine, he thought, there's always tomorrow. Many tomorrows.

He varied the pressure with tight-lips, squeezing the cock, and then with relaxed, caressing lips making love to it. And his tongue got into it, too. He swirled it back and forth across the cock head's underside, feeling the two small and hard round hemispheres, that glans penis area, with their pronounced split, press against his tongue. His tongue pressed back. God, the head was so spongy, so mouth filling, so tasty. He was in heaven squared. And his moans were more frequent now. He had the strong urge to jump up and kiss Ransom wetly on the lips and then yelling for the whole world to hear, "I love you, Ransom, I love you!" He didn't.

It also felt good when Ransom finally came his humungous longer than week load, yelling out loud, "Ooooh, Jane girl, here it comes! Get ready to take me, baby! Ooooooooooo, yeah! Oh, fuck, that feels good, girl! Swallow it all and show old Ransom how much you love his nasty jizm going down your sweet little throat!" Jane/Joe moaned very loudly.

As he felt the first of the big man's thick, hot, sticky, gooey, and juicy sperm spurt into his mouth, Jane/Joe let out a moan that not only surprised himself, it scared him, too. For, as the big man unloaded, with his cock head expanding and contracting violently, his balls rising up, his dick twitching and pulsating madly, his cum flooding his mouth and going down his throat, he knew he had, for the first time in his life, developed a love for cocks. And a love for cum, too. It was inescapable. It just felt too fucking good to be anything else. Too fucking good.

He had forgotten to grab Ransom's ass cheeks when he came, but he didn't think it mattered. Ransom, if Jane/Joe knew anything at all, was completely satisfied and very happy. He, himself, felt very happy, but not in the least satisfied. That would come later. Just try and stop me!

Jane/Joe had crossed an invisible line and he knew there was no going back now. He actually found himself, as the big man's fully spent cock deflated in his mouth, looking forward to the day's blowjobs, to the next guy on Jose's list who needed his erection sucked off and his pipes cleaned out. Jane/Joe would not only suck them off now, he would make passionate love to their pricks. For he now knew that the more pleasure he gave, the more he'd get. It was so simple, really. Why hadn't he seen that earlier? Why had he deprived himself of it all?

Jane/Joe now felt insatiable and obsessed with cock. And he no longer wanted to fight the feelings. Thus, instead of being turned off by the idea of having to suck off ten more men, as he had just yesterday, he was now fully turned on by the idea and looked forward to the many encounters. He was hell-bent on recreating that unbelievable feeling he had just gotten from sucking off Ransom. The exquisite feeling of giving pleasure and of receiving it. And he didn't give a fuck who knew it!

Christ, Jane/Joe thought, even the ass-pussy fucking to come now turns me on! He also loved the constant erection brought on by the cock ring. He felt the overall constant insistence of the big butt-plug in his asshole as it forced his inner ass muscles to twitch and react. He felt the electrifying pleasure-pain of the nipple loop chain. He smelled his perfume. He smelled the musk emanating from the big man's balls and crotch area. He breathed it in deeply, almost swooning from its effect. And he felt no shame, either. As he stood up, he felt absolutely giddy. And very, very girlish. Faggy even. And he didn't care a fig.

"Thank you, Mr. Ransom, sir, for cumming in my mouth. I loved it and it was delicious, sir. I hope I pleased you, sir." Ransom grinned at Jane/Joe and simply nodded his head.

"You sure did, sweet lips, that's for sure! So much so I'm gonna tell Jose to put me down for four times each week from here on out. That OK with you, sugar?"

It was, it really, really was. Jane/Joe said with a large grin, "Yes, sir, Mr. Ransom, sir! I look forward to it, sir!" And he did, he really, really did.

Ransom said, "I've never fucked an ass before, but in your case I think I'll try it the next time. Would you like that?"

He would, he really, really would. "Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Ransom, sir! My ass-pussy is yours, sir, whenever you want it, sir." And it was, it really, really was.

Then, just as he was about to leave the cell, he turned to Ransom and said, "I don't know why, Mr. Ransom, sir, but it is important to me that you know that I meant every word I said. I really loved what we just did, sir."

Ransom smiled at him, a gentle look on his face. "I know you did, Jane. It was easy to see. And I loved it, too." He walked over and took Jane/Joe by the arm and led him to an area off to the side of the cell's entrance. "Jane, I also have something to tell you that I want you to know. I'm not gay, but in here. what else is there? There is something in you, about you, that really gets to me. I don't know what it is, but we seem to have connected on a strange level. I won't call it love, but I know it will make our future times together fantastic. And, you should know, whatever I do to you in the future sexwise, I want you to do to me. All of it!" With that said, Ransom squeezed the tilt bursting out of the silky pants. Jane/Joe shuddered at the touch.

Then Ransom said, in a whisper, "Of course, no one is to know. OK?" Jane/Joe nodded. Then Ransom shocked him completely by leaning in and kissing him. It was a simple, quick kiss with just a touch of tongue to it, but it made Jane/Joe weak in the knees and made him swoon. Ransom put his lips very close to Jane/Joe's ear and whispered, "Let's just love each other, Jane." Jane/Joe nodded and said, "Yes!"

            ane/Joe left cell 28 still feeling very giddy, his legs weak and
            wobbly. His session with Ransom had him walking on cloud nine.
            He wasn't even aware of the two men coming toward him. They
            could have been dressed like Emmett Kelly, the clown for all Jane/Joe knew. As they neared him, Jane/Joe paid attention when heard them laughing.

One of the two guys said, "What you smiling at, sweetcheeks?"

"Wouldn't you just like to know, darling!" Jane/Joe said, winking, sounding
girlish and swaying and swishing his hips for their benefit as he walked by them.

Then, to shock them even further, he turned his head back in their direction and lisped, in a whisper, "I just sucked a big, beautiful cock, honey, and I'm on my way to suck another lovely one!" Jane/Joe giggled at their surprised expressions. He tossed his head back haughtily and continued on his merry way.

Jane/Joe swished his hips provocatively all the way down the long corridor. The corridor that would take him back to his cell, where he would get ready for the next hot man on Jose's long date list. And as he swished, he discovered that the faux silk of the shorts really attacked his cock head! As the material flew from side to side it made longer then usual contact with his cock head, amplifying the sensations. It felt so good it was driving him crazy. His cock had never been harder! He couldn't wait for Lights Out!

Shit, Jane/Joe thought, if they wouldn't piss in my mouth, I'd break one of their precious rules just to be put on the Ride-The-Whip! All those cocks! And a fucking smorgasbord of cum!

He felt absolutely out of control when he mused to himself, Shit, let 'em piss in my mouth! I'll love that, too! It was for sure he'd come a long way in just a few short days. A long way, indeed. He said to himself, I want to learn to love ass-pussy fucking, too, even more than I do now!

For the first time since it had all started he now admitted some things to himself. Sir Cougar's cock had felt wonderful up his ass that first day. And the butt-plug feels sexy, too. If this much fantastic pleasure makes me gay, then fuck it, I'm queer and I'm here! Use me! Use me!

Jane/Joe was now, to say the least, totally obsessed with cock-sucking to such a degree that his transformation was now complete. Fourteen more men didn't know it, couldn't know it, but they were now in for one Helluva sexual trip! Jose didn't know it, couldn't know it, how his creation had now morphed into a cock-hungry, cum-loving slut. Who, from now on, wanted to be called Jane. Just Jane. And there was nothing plain about her! Not anymore, anyway.

But when Jose did learn of Jane's metamorphosis, which he soon would, he would be proud. And rightfully so, one might say.

To say that Jane made the rest of the day's dates happy is to put it very mildly. He made them ecstatic! His repeat customers noticed the change and even remarked about it. One said, to sum up, "Wow! Jane, you gave me the best fucking blowjob I have ever had in my entire life! Baby, I'm gonna make sure Jose puts me down for six times a week!"

During the day, Jose had dropped by Jane's cell to see how things were going. When he saw, and was told about, the transformation that had taken place in Jane he said, "Wait here! I'll be right back." Five minutes later he returned and handed Jane a book. Jane took it and read the cover: A Gay Man's Guide To Pleasing Your Lover by Peter Long.

"Peter Long?" Jane said. "Why not Peter Pecker?" Jose laughed.

"Well, Jane, now that you're on the girl's team, I think you'll like this book. It has all kinds of beautiful tips and tricks in it on sucking cock and giving anal. It will absolutely add to the pleasure you get from giving and getting. Read it, you'll like it. Now, I'll catch you later. Enjoy it!" He headed for the door. At the doorway he turned and said, "You up for some late night action with me?" Jane nodded, smiling broadly.

               hat night, after an intense alternating ass-pussy fucking session
               with Jose, Jane was in bed looking at the darkness. Weird
               thoughts invaded his mind. He almost regretted that he had only
               nine months more of his sentence to serve. What would the outside world hold that he couldn't get in here? Did he really want to play the fucking boring dating game again? With all the attendant bullshit?

With women who mostly wanted security and not true love. And, should he decide to go faggy on the outside and frequent some gay bars, what would that hold for him? More fucking games, he surmised.

In here he had a truly captive audience. Horny convicts without too many sexual choices who had lovely, hard pricks and hot cum loads and eagerly desired his services. Christ, he already had repeat customers set up, which guaranteed him a steady supply of sex. Try getting that on the outside, buddy.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he thought, I could ask Jose what it would take, what infraction I would have to perform to add, say, five more years to my sentence. And, if Jose didn't know, I could go to Sir Cougar. The way he loves doing me I'm sure he would just love to know I'd be around for some time to come. Thus, a plan emerged. A weird and wacky plan, but one that Jane now wanted desperately to carry out. And would.

Jane closed his eyes and immediately pictured his session with Ransom. He pictured Ransom's beautiful penis, hard and ready to be sucked on. He imagined what it would be like to be fucked by that magnificent cock. To feel his ass chock full of Ransom. He also imagined a scenario in which he had a threesome with Ransom and Jose. It was too much! Could it happen? He hoped so. And, delight of delights, Ransom was going to blow him, just like Jose, and let him fuck him, just like Jose. Oh, God, he thought, if Ransom lets me piss in his mouth, I'll marry him!

Jane felt his cock stirring up too much so he changed his thoughts to other things, such as his wacky plan. He didn't feel like jerking off just now. Sleep was more important.

With pleasant thoughts of the future, Jane drifted off into a deep, dream-filled sleep. The same dream as before, but this time he didn't awake in a sweat. Oh, no. This time he not only succeeded in getting his hot mouth on the young blond man's super-large, blood-filled penis, he brought him to an orgasm that was so fierce, so violent, so powerful, the king-sized bed broke!

And, there was no longer a watcher in the dream!

Jane could feel himself waking up, slowly, a mere second at a time. Man, the dream had been vivid, very vivid, even more so than before. And now, right now, his bone-hard cock head was being teased by a delicate fabric. He shifted his legs to escape it's familiar torture.

He opened one eye, looked to his left and saw the digital display of the clock, as he had many times before. It was a friend, now. A reliable friend. The clock-friend said: 1:00 A.M. FRI.

With only the one eye opened, he used it to scan his cell. Something was strange. Odd. The room was different. It looked more furnished! He saw two dressers that he knew didn't belong in his cell. They wouldn't allow . . . the thought vanished.

Then reality fully hit him. Christ, he wasn't a prisoner! Or in a cell, either, for that matter! He was home, in his own bed, in his own apartment. And he now saw that the delicate cock head tingling fabric was his own satin sheets. A gift from his mother. I've dreamed the whole fucking thing! He thought, The whole fucking thing! I didn't suck cock. Or drink pee. Or . . . his thoughts trailed away again.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and just let it all sink in. He was once again Joseph John Jacoby, 28, not 19, a lawyer by profession, not a convict. And very heterosexual, thank you.

There was never a prison sentence. Not even a courtroom judge handing him a two year sentence. Never a 7' black guy named Sir Bruiser. Or a guy named . . . his thoughts fled again. He had to pee. Badly. He switched on the bedside table lamp and headed for the john. His john.

Not bothering to turn on the bathroom light, he started to pee. Standing up, Sir Cougar, he thought, if you don't mind, that is, Sir! As he emptied his full bladder, he noticed a paper cup standing up on the toilet's tank.

"No thanks, waiter, not this time," he said out loud. "I'm on the wagon!" He giggled in the semi-darkness, feeling quite silly, but happier than a clam.

As he gave his penis a few last minute wiggle-waggles, he was inundated with thoughts. They came rushing in and flooded his mind, haphazardly, all at once, and as disjointed and wildly confusing as a rally of morons. And as vivid as reality can get.

Ride the Whip! "Suck it, fucker, you know you love it!" Jose's hard-headed cock. "Keep that butt-plug in!" The taste of cum. "Don't you dare pee standing up!" The taste of piss. "Swallow it, girl! All of it!" Suckit Red. "You've got a full plate today, Jane!" He could feel his nipples twinge. Ouch! Sir Bruiser's humungous cock tree filling his mouth! Sir Thor's funky asshole taste on his tongue! The Ransom kiss. Cathouse perfume. He could smell it as if it was in the room with him right now. "Open up! I gotta piss, cunt!" Sir Cougar's expert thumb! "Oooh!" He shuddered just thinking about it. "Let's meet in the middle!" Then Barker's sponge dowel wiggled. "Oooh!" He shuddered again. Shit, he had moaned out loud as the spongy-headed stick popped into his brain. Too vivid! Too fucking vivid. He looked down and half expected to see his cock head fully outlined and poking out of the too-tight silky short pants. Being rubbed to insanity. He shuddered even though he could see he was naked without pants of any kind on him. He shuddered once more. "Oooh!"

"I need a fucking drink!" He said out loud. "And a change of scenery!" He quickly dressed. Simple slacks and shirt with loafers. No socks. No need. He was in a hurry. The Halcyon Bar across the street closed at 2 a.m. A short while later found him seated at the bar and ordering a Chivas Regal on the rocks with a twist of lemon. Eager to feel a cold glass on his lips.

He looked around. Thirty or more night owls were evident, chatting away like only night owls know how to do. He'd only been in the Halcyon a few times, but he liked the atmosphere. It was cozy and friendly. And friendly people frequented the place. It didn't seem in the least bit phony, like some of the bars near the courthouse were, with their cadre of smiling wannabes bellying up to the bar. No, this place had a better class of people.

It had an eclectic mix of people, too. With a relaxed dress code that meant you could just as easy see a guy in a three piece suit as you would a construction worker in his overalls. The people mix was straight and gay, with the straights running at maybe two to one. This gave the place an aura of equality that was rare in most watering holes. Yeah, Joe liked the joint. Even thought he'd been hit on twice by gay men. A simple �no� from him, with a "Not my bag," tossed in, had ended any further pursuit. Class, real class.

As he was ordering his second Chivas, a young man came over and sat on the stool just to his right. A young muscular man in his mid-twenties. With curly blond hair. Familiar looking. The dream man? Joe thought. Sorta. Kinda. The man spoke, gently and unthreateningly.

"Hi. Guess you couldn't sleep, either, huh?" Joe nodded slightly and sized the man up. He looked straight, but it didn't take a real stretch to place him as gay. The man's next comment cleared up any doubts Joe might have had about sexual orientation.

"I've, uh, noticed you a couple times before, but I just didn't have the nerve to approach you. But tonight I thought, you scaredy cat, you, it's now or never!" He smiled, revealing perfect teeth. Joe smiled back, his not my bag line almost on his lips and lowered his eyes. Ooops! There's that bulge! Just like in the dream. Christ, it came down to just above his knee! This was way too fucking much. The man had said something else, but Joe hadn't heard it.

"Huh?" he said, looking back up at the man's face. The man had his hand out as if offering to shake with it.

"I said, you cute sleepyhead, my name's Jose. Jose Cougar. What's yours?" Hearing the name, Joe grinned. A strange feeling washed over him. A new feeling that he had only dreamt about. He reached for Jose's hand.

As he pressed Jose's warm flesh into his, Joe looked directly into pool-blue eyes.

"Jose, do you believe in d�j� vu?"

The End. "From my mind, to your mind!"