They say (whoever they are) that you're gay from birth. You were always going to be gay. Well before I had a short spell in prison I most definately wasn't. A little about me. I'm married happily to some extent, I'm 5' 7" tall and only 112 pounds wet through. Before I got sent to prison I was happiliy married and straight. Arriving in prison it was obvious straight away I was a target for bigger, more aggressive men. Either to bully for fun or to be sexually predated upon. My coping mechanism after I got battered one afternoon was to seek my cell mates full protection. His only request at first, was to keep his cock erect when he wanted it, by sucking it deep down my throat and then to keep our cell clean to swallow his goo. I soon became a protected member of a tiny circle of cocks I sucked, I also became very very good at sucking cock. It didn't however stay that way for too long. My cell mate himself got put into hospital and I got moved to a new cell and a new cell mate. His request didn't stop at me emptying his balls with my mouth. He wanted my asshole. The first and only time I said no, I ended up missing two days of my life. I told the screws I'd fallen, but it was another way how I ended up with a two day spell in the infirmary. Back in my cell not fully mended I might add, I was told to strip and bend over after sucking my cell mates cock to it's full eight inches. The first time he put his cock inside my ass it hurt so much. The second time too. By the time my head wound had healed fully, I was the one asking him to fuck me, and cumming by his thrusting deep up my asshole alone. Out in the real world I fell back into society and thankfully work. I also reverted back into married straight life. That was until one sunny afternoon when my wife was at work I heard a knock on the door. It was my old cell mate. For old times sake I told myself, I let him fuck me for over two hours. It was by far the best sex I'd ever had and to be truthful again, I wanted more. It was three months until I got more, and then again it was my cell mate, but this time he wasn't alone. In a flurry of cock, ass and their fists I was given a lesson in how I could sustainably keep one or the other erect and fucking me. It was the last I saw of either of them. One was killed not long afterwards, my ex cell mate returned to prison, this time fior a very long time. My wife knows nothing of my gay side and she never will. I still consider myself straight to all intents and purposes, but every now and then I seek out someone to give me and my asshole what I crave for. A big thick cock to pummel it until I can take no more.