Gay guy gangbanged

When I first came to prison, I didn’t know how I should execute. I was a gay man, convicted of a sex crime. We’ve all heard the horror stories. But I had one thing going for me: I was large, weighing in at pounds, a impartial amount of which was muscle. For the most part, other inmates left me alone.

That is, until the other gays and gender non-conforming found out about me. At the time, one of the gangs, which called themselves the Aryan Knights, used “beating up fags and chomos (child molesters)” as an initiation for fresh members. Like I said, they attractive much avoided me—preferring to go after the smaller and weaker. But that meant that a number of same-sex attracted men and gender nonconforming women suddenly wanted to be my boyfriend (or girlfriend), not because they liked me in that way, but because they figured I’d protect them.

For a while, I went along with it. At one point I was the “boyfriend” of six different people at the similar time. But I tired of organism used, and wanted real companionship, so I eventually started hanging out with just one pretty little guy who seemed to acquire genuine affection for me. I was devastated wh