This is a fictional story following my work as a prison officer, the sexual encounters I enjoyed along the way and an emerging love affair.
THURSDAY 1ST APRIL 2010
A new month has begun and the Easter holidays lay ahead of me, a whole four days of freedom from the usual routine of work. On the one hand I’m lucky because I’m one of the few Prison Officers who has been granted the whole weekend off (favouritism I have heard muttered by some), on the other hand having four days off with nothing planned seems a waste of time when I could be earning double time. But as they say all work and no play makes Sam a dull guy so I will just have to find something to occupy my time, starting with housework and ironing tonight so I don’t have that chore hanging over me for the rest of the weekend!
FRIDAY 2ND APRIL 2010
Well diary, I have had a more interesting day today than I thought I would, or perhaps curious would be a better term.
This morning first thing I jumped into the car and paid a visit to the local supermarket and stocked up with some groceries, I don’t know if I’m being paranoid but I am sure that I caught more than one person giving me the eye up. It got to the point that I stopped and checked my reflection out in the shop window. No, everything seemed in order, just my usual jeans, trainers and tight fitting muscle top. Okay, I know that my physique has improved since I started at the prison but I didn’t think it was that much improved! The other thing which has occurred to me is that perhaps I am developing what I have heard called ‘gaydar’, that is being able to sense when another guy is interested in you.
When I was bent over one of the freezers trying to decide which pizza to have tonight, something made me look up and straight into the eyes of a cute looking shop worker, he must have been all of eighteen with big blue eyes and a thick mop of blonde hair. He flushed bright red having been caught in the act of staring at me and gave me a weak smile in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment. I winked in response and gave him a broad grin before looking back at the pizzas on offer. When I had made my choice and looked up again, the young lad had disappeared. Feeling a little disappointed I silently chided myself because he was far too young for me – I was old enough to be his father!
Then as I was queuing up at the checkouts, I was lost in idle thought when something caught my eye and as I looked over to the next till a guy, perhaps in his thirties gave me a sly smile before quickly looking away as his wife looked up from what she was doing and spoke to him. I was so surprised I failed to respond and stood there in a daze, until a loud cough behind me brought me back to reality and I started to unpack my shopping onto the conveyor belt. Finally the checkout girl was all touchy feely and overly friendly. Enough was enough! I had to get out of there quick before anything else happened.....
Back home, having unpacked and made myself some lunch I felt bored and lonely. Refusing to give into this self-defeating frame of mind I decided it was time for some company, and I knew just the place for it – the leisure centre. It’s always guaranteed to be busy; I could get some exercise and was bound to bump into someone I know. Which is exactly what happened and led to an interesting meeting with Jason (Aaron’s best friend, who went to the stag do).
I paid the entrance fee and made my way to the male changing rooms as normal, found the locker I had been allocated and followed the routine I always do. Call me OCD if you like but I have always done it since being in the army. I opened the locker; then removed my trainers and socks before stuffing the socks into the trainers and then into the locker; off came my jeans to be folded neatly and placed on top of the trainers; next my muscle top and finally my boxer shorts, again both were neatly folded and placed into the locker. Standing there comfortably naked I retrieved my towel and swimming trunks, placed them on the bench, then put my sports bag into the locker, spun the combination lock and turned back towards the bench. As I reached for my trunks I heard my name called and looked over in the direction of the voice. Walking briskly towards me was Jason with a Cheshire cat smile on his face; reaching me he dumped his bag on the bench, gave me a great big bear hug and a hearty slap on the back, seemingly oblivious to my state of undress.