Realizing that I was now bone-hard, he lifted my hips and positioned my stiff dick facing toward the bottom of the table. His long fingers moved like ...utterflies over the length of my now-oiled cock until he grabbed the head with one hand and flicked and polished the pre-cum dripping head.Knowing how to "back off" from the inevitable climax, he left that area and massaged both of my legs and feet, every so often brushing his crotch against my open palms. He was now rock hard."Please turn over,". Telling me how their are different kind of punks in prison, their the manly group, then their the sissy punks!. These kind of homosexual, these openly dressup as females!, wearing panties,skin tight pants! Which in prison it call" tucking & twiching", acting girly, they also address them in a girl name.Once in prison I was sign to a cell with a black guy, he was a big man tall,strong looking, I could see from the start that he was looking me over, I said," hello I'm your new room mate, my Name. You aren’t doing porn, are you?” she remarked getting loud in the process.She broke into a big laugh, as I pulled out my wad of $50 bills, “You are kidding me, aren’t you? How did you really make all of that money?”I used my phone and brought up a picture of Brandi Love, explaining the scene I did ending with my giving her a full load and a smile.“She looks old,” my sister said. “Have you really become a porn actor?”“Yes! You are pretty enough to do it yourself,” I casually remarked.She slapped. ..”“How about you sit down and tell me why you’re upset?”“I went to the Next Step center today,” I said, sitting down, “and I found out you gave the ok on telling their ‘mental health’ professional everything and gave the ok to change people without telling them what was happening.”“Partially. I told Janet, that’s the ‘mental health professional’ you mentioned, the whole truth before we decided to let her work at the center. She was doing research on your blood with us, and we found there was.