"Hard little bugger aren't you?" he said one night just after lights out."I can look after myself, why?" I was mistrustful of him."Calm down a bit lad...," he said and gave me a roll up. "You'll fucking die in here if you don't."After a month of sharing a cell with him, I began to relax a bit, he was resigned to finishing his days in the nick, and he really didn't want me to go the same way."You can get anybody you want in here Micky." he said, "But the secret is to take your time, do it when. “Just your hard penis,” Karen giggled, “maybe we should jump-start it!”“Funny,” I laughed, “I think it has a mild electrical field that senses the pleasure center.”“No, maybe a little tickle at the sides. Maybe it’s found my center already! Probably should apply the gel, Jack?”“Yeah, that should get a response.”I opened the gel packet and saw it was double-ended and premeasured for two applications. Cracking one end I dribbled the gel on my dick and then handed it to Karen. Spreading her legs. He was thick at the base and his cut head was not so wide, which was better for penetration. He also had the most amazing low-hanging balls I had ever seen. They hung down almost as far as the tip of his penis. That evening, when he was screwing the women, they were swinging all over the place. I had certainly felt urges to grab them. Now, watching him shower, I felt very attracted to him, despite having shot my load multiple times that evening.We soaped each others’ backs and helped dry. This process took about a half hour. We viewed all the photos and gave Elle our feedback regarding posing and how we could improve. As we’re looking at the Polaroids Elle steps away to take a phone call in living area. She comes back and asks us both if we don’t mind staying a bit longer and if we’re okay with a photographer friends of hers from Brooks, a well-known school in Santa Barbara that produced some of the best work in the world. It was not rare to be approached by a fresh-faced.