19 Years Old: Banged, Beasted and Busted Pig Sex in Prison

By Tosh Turner

Alex, a 19 year old student is sentenced to 6 months in prison for a minor motoring offence; drunk driving after a crazy night out with his mates, but to make things worse he is told that he will have to serve his time in an adult prison rather than in a junior one.

He is forced to share a cell with Reggie, a military veteran, scarred mentally and physically from overseas duties, a real hard nut of a man, but 'damaged goods', a guy who can't control himself or his actions, especially when it comes to his lust for  Alex.

Alex is no innocent virgin and definitely no saint, enjoying a life of drunken promiscuity alone in his bachelor apartment away from his parents. But prison is a different story; sharing a cell with a sexually frustrated ex-vet whose frighteningly erratic behaviour violently climaxes one night when they are alone in their cell......

Hardcore xxx gay sex graphically written to arouse and satisfy. Detailed, hard and explicit man-on-boy, 'pig sex' aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. Looking for something special? Something that won't disappoint? You just found it!  One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jul 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393469254

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19 Years Old: Banged, Beasted and Busted

Pig Sex in Prison

The sun was beating through the window and I could hear the traffic noise outside in the distance; so deafening that it felt like drums banging in my head. I slowly opened my eyes and everything was just a hazy blur, and then it slowly dawned on me that I’d been out again the night before; another night on the booze and once again some heavy duty partying. I didn’t even know what time it was; all I knew was that my head ached like hell and I could hardly open my eyes.

I looked over and the clock showed 11:02; even in my state I knew it had to it be morning. The last thing I remember was having a riot at a friend’s house, the party to end all parties. I still didn’t know what day it was: but one thing I did know was that I had a job at the local car wash after college classes and if that was the right time I’d better get up and get myself ready. Good thing my classes all start in the afternoon so it would give me time to straighten myself out and get my shit together.

I went to the shower and I had a memory flash of a bunch of guys laughing and fucking around, pouring beer down some kind of tube and me trying my best to drink it but spilling most down my face and neck and soaking my tee shirt. Fuck, that must have been one hell of a party, no wonder I was feeling so shit-faced rough. I got out of the shower and got ready for my college class. I dressed, grabbed my keys off the table and headed out to the car and drove off still feeling real shakey. I got to the campus parking lot, parked up and made my way over to the class. Shit: I felt rough.

I tried my best but it was useless, all day was just a blur of hazy shapes and noises; professors, lectures and students, and with me still nursing that drumming in my head. Just another day after a heavy night I suppose, but I was real glad when we finished and I could get out of there. I was walking across the parking lot when yet another thing from the party hit me. I was with some girl, grabbing her and her coming on to me, but then the memory faded and I was back to my hangover. I must have been really off my face; girls just ain’t my thing, they don’t do a thing for me, so I must have been boozed. I got in my car and drove over to the restaurant where my mom works in the kitchens; I needed a strong black coffee to get me back on my feet before I went to work She saw me come through the door and I could see straight away that she knew I’d been on the booze again.

Have you been drinking again Alex?

No mom, I lied Well....Maybe.

Son, don’t end up like your old man....A total piss head, She said as she stared at me straight in the eyes, Please don’t wind up like that loser, Alex.

I could never hide anything from her and she could me like a book. She took me through the restaurant and into the back kitchen and poured me a cup of strong black coffee.