Fraternity Busted
Copyright© 2016 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 4
Gay Sex Story: Chapter 4 - When the brothers of Beta Kappa Epsilon get arrested at a party, they are able to negotiate a somewhat unusual sentence.
Caution: This Gay Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Teenagers Consensual Romantic Gay BiSexual Fiction Light Bond Group Sex First Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Foot Fetish
I quickly settled into the routine of jail life. The lights went on at 6:30, which gave us plenty of time for sex, in the form of hand jobs or oral, before being taken out of our cells for breakfast at 8:00. After breakfast we were given five minutes in a cold shower and got dressed. Officer Bowers had us on a county work crew repainting and cleaning the local public schools. The work wasn't that hard and it was good to get out of jail for a few hours. Usually we ate sack lunches on site and got back around 3:00. We were strip-searched every time we got back to the jail. Since the air conditioning in the jail left a little to be desired, we often walked back to our cells naked and stayed that way until dinner. Joel's parents had sent him a sponge, which he used to carefully clean our feet, preparatory to sucking them. It felt surprisingly good, like getting a little massage. The washing and foot sucking typically led to more sex, with Joel making his way up the recipient's leg and to his cock. We swapped partners, although I was starting to develop a preference for Jesse. When the finished we played cards or read the books our parents sent us in their weekly care packages, which also included whatever goodies the jail would let through. Sometimes we were up for another round of sex after dinner. Otherwise, it was back to the books until lights out at 10:00. Jail was turning out to be surprisingly good for my education.
Weekends were our 'days off' from the work crew. This was actually a little disappointing, because there isn't much to do in a jail cell, and you can only have sex so many times in one day. That's why I was glad when, about a month into my sentence, Officer Bowers approached our cell and announced "Bailey, Fitzpatrick, you've got visitors."
He opened the cell door and led me to the visitation room. It had a vending machine and a series of small cafeteria-type tables bolted to the floor. Jesse Small was seated at one of them, talking to who I assumed were his parents, and there were a few other inmates scattered around the room talking to their wives or girlfriends.
Officer Bowers motioned for me to sit down at one of the tables. He bent down and handcuffed my ankle to the leg. "Sorry about this, but we've got to follow procedures." He repeated the procedure for Sean a few tables down, then opened the door.
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