I was strong, but no where near that strong. His arms must've been twice the size of mine, and he had half a foot on me. I was a bit startled, but I really didn't care that he was there. After about an hour, I sat down on the cot, and turned to see him. I was more planning a way out, hardly noticing the big, husky male sitting on the bed, looking at me.
So, naturally, when I was thrown in my prison cell, that wasn't what I was thinking about. But never before prison had I even thought of getting fucked or being fucked by a man. I've had my share of girls, sure, sex, love, whatever. I've been regarded as good looking by most people. All around, the men yelled out jokes to me, a few whistling. It was bad enough I was in prison, let alone being dragged into it. So, I was practically being dragged down the dark, murky hallway of the prison cell, the guards telling me to stand up and move right, not layin' around on my lazy ass. I got three weeks in prison and then 40 hours community service. It was the day I took a chair and threw it, and it shattered, blinding a person by hitting him in the eyes.
Sure, I had heard all the stories about rape in prison, and the gay guys, but I never, ever believed it. I never expected prison to be like it was.
