I'm 18 years old, and I'm impotent, and I'm gonna be impotent for the rest of my life. I got laid exactly once, and it was great. And now, it'll never happen again. All because of one joint, one freakin' joint !

I was out riding with three other dudes. Jason, the driver, was high. He'd been smoking weed all evening. The rest of us were straight. Jason was speeding and ran a red light. Naturally, Smoky was parked right there at the corner. At least, Jason wasn't stupid enough to try to outrun him.

The cop brought his alcometer with him when he came over to the car and he made Jason get out and take the test. Of course, there was no measurable blood alcohol, but Jason acted spaced out enough that the fuzz knew he was DUI and gave him a ticket.

Then he made the rest of us get out and he searched us all for drugs. Everybody was clean but me. I had one joint, one lousy fucking joint in my pocket. So, he busted me for possession. I got 30 days in the slammer for it.

Thirty days ? Shit ! That ain't much. If I hadn't had a couple of perverts for cellmates, it wouldn't have been. The really nasty one was Julius, a mean six foot three Jamaican. The other one was a gook named Nyuyen. Julius had a long thin trouser snake, about 9" long and maybe 1¼" thick. Nyuyen had a teeny weeny about 3" long and maybe 5/8" thick. That's hard in both cases. I never saw them soft.

Julius is the horniest bastard I've ever met. When he's turned on, he's a sex maniac. I never knew a boner could get that hard. Talk about a woody; oughta call that thing a "steely".

As soon as the guard was out of sight, Julius grabbed me by the balls and said "Drop yo' pants an' bend ovah or ah'll squeeze yo' nuts 'til they pop." He reached into my pants and under my briefs and got a good grip on my nuts with the other hand so that I could drop my pants and skivvies. So, I did what he wanted.

As soon as I bent over, Nyuyen came up to me with his little Vienna sausage sticking out of his fly and said "Yuuu suck my dick or else." Thru my teeth I asked ,

"or else what ?" Julius answered the question for Nyuyen. "Or else ah squash yo' balls."

So, I opened my mouth and Nyuyen stuck his weenie into it. I'd never done any of this shit before and I didn't cooperate more than I had to this time. I didn't suck Nyuyen's dick, I just passively let him shove it back and forth 'til he shot. As soon as he pulled out, I spat his cum onto the floor.

In the meantime , back at the ranch, Julius rammed his steely up my shit-chute. God Damn, that hurt ! It slammed into my prostate gland and I shot all over the floor. He hit it several times more and every time he did, I shot. My prostate gland started to ache nearly as bad as my balls, which he was squeezing pretty hard.

Julius was growling like an animal as he fucked my ass. I was in misery. My asshole hurt, my prostate gland hurt, my balls hurt. God, when was this gonna end ?

As he got more excited, Julius thrusted in deeper, missing my prostate gland with most of this thrusts. He was fucking faster and faster, dripping sweat all over my back and growling and snarling. Finally, he blew his wad and gave me a cum enema.

I thought he'd never stop cumming. He put a lot more liquid into my gut than any Fleet enema. I could feel my guts churning and, as soon as he stopped shooting and pulled out, I made a mad dash for the toilet and got there just barely in time. I thought I was gonna shit my guts out.

During the night, Nyuyen woke me up three times and stuck his little cocktail sausage in my mouth. I got up each time and spat his cum into the toilet so as not to make any more of a mess on the floor. Nyuyen has a little boy's dick, but he has humongous balls and he shoots a mouthful every time.

This set the pattern. Every day, Julius fucked my butt 2 or 3 times, beating my prostate gland to a pulp and flooding my gut with his cum. I had the shits all the time and my prostate gland swelled up so I had a lot of trouble pissing. I had to blow Nyuyen 3 or 4 times a night. Sometimes, I was just too tired to get up and swallowed his cum.

My prostate trouble got so bad that I could only piss a few drops at a time and my bladder was so full it ached. That added one more ache to my asshole, my prostate gland, and my balls. But, although my bladder was painfully full, I didn't get piss boners in the morning any more.

After a bit over two weeks, a day came when I couldn't piss at all. I had to go to the infirmary. The doctor examined my prostate gland and said that I had the worst case of prostatitis he'd ever seen. He stuck a catheter up my dick and drained my bladder.

Then I mentioned that I hadn't had a piss boner for ten days. He said "I know you're afraid to tell me his name, but is somebody buttfucking you ? " I nodded. "Well," the doctor said," he has caused this prostatitis and he has probably damaged the erectile nerves which are wrapped around the prostate gland. Only time will tell if the damage is permanent."

I spent a week in the infirmary and was transferred to another cell for the last 8 days of my sentence. My new cellmates, all Porto Ricans, were straight and left me alone. The swelling in my prostate gland had gone down, but there were still no piss boners.

When I got home, I tried to jack off. I managed to cum without any trouble, but I jacked off with a limp dick. It's been that way ever since. I saw a urologist and he told me that unless I got better in six months, I wasn't going to. It's been seven months, and there's been no change. All I'll ever be able to do is jack off. I can never fuck again. All because of one freakin' joint !