By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Once a week the bus brought the new prisoners from the various jails to Stettwell Correctional Facility. The grey bus with bars on the windows would pull up and we prisoners with sufficient status would line up along the edge of the walkway the new guys had to walk along to enter the prison, newly dressed in their prison clothes and carrying their few possessions allowed to them in prison in their hands in front of them like so many tin soldiers. Despite every effort to make them all look alike, it was easy to see the differences in them.
There were two basic types. Some were the men who had been through this before, and they were looking rather bored and/or defiant as they walked the gauntlet of jeers and ribald comments along the way. A few of them dared to glare back at the prisoners behind the cyclone wire fence, but none of them spoke; it wasn't allowed. Some were young, some were older, but all of them were alike, inured to the ritual of entrance.
The other type were first-timers, most of them younger sorts, barely of legal age, scared as shit and trying to keep from bursting into tears or shaking from fear or both. The inmates weren't helping, calling them "fresh meat" and "pretty boys" and "sweet asses" and "going to bust that cherry tonight" and the sort.
And then there were was the exception, the first time I saw Frank Marchand. Sleekly styled black hair, clean features on a handsome face, blue eyes, chiseled jaw and cleft chin, his body a powerful sculpted muscled mass of perfection bought at the gyms and personal instructors to warp his form to godlike status, he wore the prison grays with an air of all this being beneath him. He walked among the fresh meat and hardened cases like a nobleman among commoners, with his head held high and his face calm and unmoved by all the comments made. "Ooh, check that one out, he thinks he's hot shit! Going to fetch a high price to pop his cherry!" jeered Jackknife Grayson. "Look at him, he thinks he's too good for this place!"
"Don't worry, we get him in here, we'll teach him how his ass is like everyone else's." said Hard Harry Stokes. Hard Harry scared me more than Jackknife despite their monikers for the simple reason that Jackknife was usually just talk that meant nothing, and Hard Harry usually kept quiet, but when he spoke up, he meant business. Frank Marchand (I didn't learn his name right away) was going to have a bad time of it for certain.
Little I could do about it. Nor much inclined to. People like him came in now and then, guilty of various white-collar crimes but not of the sort that got them into the cushier prisons, and they either sank or swam in the prison.
The first night, Frank Marchand was invited up to the warden's office to have dinner with him. That was amazing and nobody messed with him when he got back to his cell that first night.
Hard Harry's men struck the next day. Frank had been assigned to the laundry room, maybe at his own request, maybe he thought it was a safer place to work. Or maybe someone had been bribed to assign him there by Hard Harry.
Four of his men had attacked Frank there in the laundry. They had fought mean; Frank had fought meaner. He must have expected something would happen sooner or later, because he had come up with a metal bar and used it to knock one man out and do bad damage to a second before the other two managed to take him down. He fought back enough to preserve his virginity, but paid for it with a set of lumps that put him in both solitary and under care of the prison doctors.
A man can go crazy in solitary, and I asked Gage the Page who handled our library what books Frank was reading. Gage was a likeable old man and told me that Frank was reading the classics and had also requested a typewriter and paper so he could do some writing as well. That latter part was pending approval, but it told me that the man had a mind as well as a body.
It's a mistake to feel sympathy for the other prisoners in lockup, you can get a shiv in your ribs easy enough for your own sake without taking one for someone else. But I'd learned more about Frank Marchand, he was only in lockup for four years, and that happened to be when I'd also be getting out of prison myself, having served my full term of twelve years. Be nice to have someone else alongside me in those days on the outside again.
So I talked to the Head Guard and asked him to be assigned to my cell as my new cellmate, I'd had a blank slot for nearly two months now, a benefit I'd earned by means I won't go into here, suffice it to say it had put me on my knees a few times and I hadn't been praying. You do what you have to do.
"You getting sweet on him?" the Head Guard, a hardnose named Brent, sneered.
"Something like that," I said. "He gets out in four years, and so do I. Convenient, don't you think?"
He cocked his head and nodded. "You've always had a sensible head on you, good for more than sucking dick." He grinned at that. He'd heard about my sessions, you can't keep a secret in prison. I didn't smile or disagree, just let him have his little joke. "I'll see what I can do."
Brent must have spoken to the warden who had a soft spot for Frank for his own reasons, but they took Frank out of the solitary and he was added to my cell the same night.
I had planned to keep the bottom bunk but I saw his injuries still healing and surrendered the bottom bunk without a word. He was ambulatory but little more, and I kept myself as a cell mate to him only, let him get used to me before I tried to make him anything more.
It took him another four weeks to completely heal. I kept close to him when we were outside of the cell, protecting him from Hard Harry (I packed a mean shiv and he knew it) and making sure he had decent food in the cafeteria and such. Infirm inmates get a special meal but you have to ask for it.
After they took the bandages off, I helped Frank through the physical therapy. He wanted to keep his physique strong and ready to take on Hard Harry and his crew again if and when he had to. In the course of all this, we were becoming friends. I had had an ulterior motive when I invited him to share my cell, but Frank was easy to know. And he needed someone in the lockup he could trust and depend on.
Me, I waited on the question I knew he would ask me sooner or later. A man doesn't have to be gay to want to feel the love of another person in a direct and physical way. Ask anyone who's been in prison or confined away from any female companionship for a long time and you'll find them, if not having experimented with it, at least not condemning those who have, except maybe a few very troubled guys who are very unhappy and beat the women they do sleep with.
The question came just before lights out one night. "Jeremy?" he said to me.
"Yeah?" I was lying on my top bunk.
"Those four guys who jumped me in the laundry. Were they just planning to beat me up?"
"You mean, what would have happened if you hadn't beaten them so badly they got mad and beat the shit out of you?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"They probably would have gang-banged you." I said laconically. "It happens a lot in these prisons, as you know by now."
"I know," he shuddered. "I don't like to think about it. I've been lucky."
"So far," I agreed.
"Yeah."
A short silence, then,
"Jeremy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you ask for me to be your cell mate? They had me in solitary and cut it short to bring me here."
"I done a few favors for the guards, they can work a few things for you now and then if you do them favors."
"What kind of favors?"
"Depends."
"What did you do for them?"
"Sucked their dicks, mostly. A few of them wanted to fuck my ass."
"And you did it?"
"Yep," I said.
He was quiet, so I added, "Frank?"
"Yeah?"
"Prison ain't like the outside. You have to live the best way you can, use what you got. I fight when I have to, suck cock when I have to. It's how I live here from day to day. After a while, it balances out, and you don't have to do either one. I still suck a cock or get mine sucked now and then, here and there. It's how things work in here."
"I see. Did you ask for me to move in with you so you and I would be...doing each other?"
"Actually, I asked you to move in because you and I get out about the same time, and I figured we could maybe be friends enough to help each other out on the outside," I admitted. "But if it happens to be more than friends inside, well, that's good, too. A man has his needs in here. If you want to get it on, I'm willing. You're a cute stud, Frank. But if you don't want to, that's okay, too."
Another brief silence, then, "Jeremy?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to."
"Now?"
"Yeah, now."
Silently and without another word, I slid out of my covers and down from my upper bunk and stepped onto the hard, cold concrete of the floor. It wasn't dark, it is never full dark in the cells, ever. He was looking at me and I gave him a soft smile with my lips, no teeth, as I pulled the blanket off of his body. He was covered with a soft set of pajama bottoms but no top. His body had recovered from the injury and the bruising was only a faint darkened area along his left rib cage. His muscles were large and firm from the daily workouts we were both doing, his biceps were large oranges on his upper arms lying at his sides, his chest was a mountainous mass of muscles, the pectorals and abdominals in large bulging pairs running from the base of his neck down to vanish into the pajama bottoms.
I knelt down by him and reached for the waistband and caught hold of it with both hands and began to pull it down his body, he moved only to lift his buttocks to let me tug it down his body. I skinned it to his ankles and then lifted it off his feet and set it aside. Across the way, I saw that the two men in the cell across the way, Slim Jim Schaffer and Bob Hair Bolton, were staring across the way with grins on their faces. I gave them a finger to my lips, shhhhh!, and they nodded and kept staring. You can't get privacy in prison, after a while, it stops bothering you.
Frank had on a jockstrap and I peeled that away and saw his dong for the first time, he had kept himself carefully turned away from me in the showers and I hadn't tried to look. He packed a nice piece of sausage, some eight inches of uncut man-sausage with the tip shining with the welcome globe of a precome drop waiting for me to claim it.
But I had higher game afoot. I was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and I stood back up, skinned them down my legs and crawled into the bed, my legs at the head of his bed, for I knew he wasn't ready yet for kissing, though maybe he was ready for sucking. Funny how that works for men. He could have just lain still and I would have been forced to get back out to get at his cock, but he slid down on the bunk and as I fastened onto his hefty prong, he scarfed down my own seven-inch pecker at the same time. I was glad I had taken that shower in the afternoon and was reasonably clean. I fondled his balls, they were damp but warm velvet with their stones rolling gently around in their furry sack, and I reveled in their juicy feel as I sank as far down onto his rod as I could get and then, bathing it with my saliva, I slowly slid back up again.
So good, so very good, when you suck the cock of a good friend. So much better than kneeling on a hard bathroom tiled floor to work the damp needle of a laughing skunk you're only milking because he can get things done for you.
The only good thing about a toilet blow is that the guy isn't interested in finesse or slow action, he just wants to get his nuts off. You can fondle his balls and poke your finger in his ass if he'll let you. As soon as he squirts his sticky stinky slime, he'll let you go and you can slip off out of his sight and spit it all out, all but the stuff you accidentally swallowed. If you had to swallow, you drank as much water as you could and rinsed your mouth and maybe tried to vomit.
In other words, a nasty experience, but not this, not now, not with your newest, best friend who you have come to know and care about and trust and who trusts you and will work with you now and when you get out. Good, then, so very good.
The night was as silent as a prison gets, but the noises you learn to tune out, and Frank and I were keeping as quiet as we could, since if the guards caught us, they might force us to stop or worse, tried to join in the bad way, taking over things.
Frank was working on my rod like a madman and I wondered if that was passion or if he understood that we had to be fairly quick here, the guards checked on us every half hour, and that's enough time to make love if you are careful but we hadn't started right after the guard had come by, we had maybe ten minutes if we were lucky. Only ten minutes to suck and love and jizz and joy and rest and kiss and then get back in my own bunk and pretend it had never happened.
Frank dropped my cock, wet as a stick recovered out of the river and said, "Jeremy?"
"Huh?" I popped my lips off of his prick.
"Can you fuck me now?"
"I'm not sure we have time."
"Please. You can do it, I can take you, just stick it in, I have you all lubricated up."
"If you say so," I wasn't going to argue just now, and I'd see how well he could actually handle it. Was Frank this ignorant about anal sex, was I about to deflower him with pain and blood? I didn't want that! I'd try and if there was trouble, I'd stop. I wasn't a rapist, I was only in for burglary.
But I got out of the bed and Frank slid back up to put his head on his pillow and I got in again between his upraised legs and kneeling, I sidled up in between his warm, athletic legs, and pushed my wet, slippery dong in at his hairy crevice. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Yeah, yeah. I can't hide out with you much longer, if I have to take cocks up the ass, I want you to be the one to take my cherry," he panted. "Come on, push it into me, the guard will be around in about eight minutes."
"I'll have to push in hard," I warned him.
"Do it, Jeremy, just do it!"
"Okay. Here it comes." I pushed my rod up and when my cockhead found the warm dimple of his anus, I stopped and then gave my hips a hard shove. His asshole fought for a second, then his anus dilated and my cock slipped inside him, the glans and a bit of the shaft went in.
"Uhhhhh, uhhhh, uh-huhhhhhhhh!" he gasped. "Did...did that do it?"
"I got a bit of my cock inside you. Ready for more?"
"Yeah, yeah, cram it all into me!" he panted. "Ohhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiiit!"
"Okay, here I go!" I said and gave my hips another shove. My cock hesitated then pushed in another couple of inches. I shoved again and more slid in, this time I had buried over five inches of my seven inside his ass. "There," I said, panting. "I have most of my prick inside your ass. How do you feel?"
"I'm...Uhhhhhhh!...I'm okay!" he grunted. "Damn, it feels huge!"
"Just the same size as you sucked on," I told him. "I wish I dared to just hold still for a while, but if I'm going to fuck you I need to start now."
"I know. Go ahead and start fucking me," he groaned.
I fucked at him and he did wince and groan at first, but the pains seemed to diminish pretty soon. Frank had his arms around my body and his hands on my back and he was clutching my back, and his hands seemed to relax their tight hold on me, now they were beginning to softly stroke my back muscles, feeling the wide expanse of my trapezius and latissimus dorsi muscles as they flexed in my movements. They slid down my back and caught hold of my gluteal globes and clamped onto them and began to pull my hips down as I pumped into him, trying to drive me in deeper and make me fuck him faster and harder.
I caught the fire from the blaze of his lust as he gasped and groaned and muttered his need for me to fuck him faster, harder, come on, Jeremy, you can move faster, can't you, do it, you big stud, fuck my ass, fuck me hard, yeah, come on, fuck me hard! He whispered this, but it was like a shout in my ears. I felt my blood thundering in my veins and I began to slam-fuck Frank's butt, my body thrashing at him.
My gyrations made the bunkbed creak rather loudly in the immemorial sound of the bed exclaiming that this was the sound of two making love. There were sounds of men calling out and hooting and making ribald comments, but I didn't care just then. I was in a state of advanced rut, and even if the guards had come along at that point, I wouldn't have stopped; they would have had to pull me off of Frank, my cock being yanked out of his butt with a loud "pop" sound.
"Oh, God, oh, God, Jeremy, oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Frank gasped.
"Do it, do it!" I growled at him. "I'm gonna fill your ass so full of come you'll shit white for a week!"
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, OHHHH, OHHH, OHHH, OHHH!"
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh!" I returned.
"They're going to do it, they're going to come!" Slim Jim announced.
"Yeah, do it, fill that ass full!"
"Give it to him hard, Jeremy!"
"Yeahbo, hot in the butt tonight!"
"AHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH!" Frank was in full orgasmic flight.
"UHHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHHHH!" I groaned in my own approaching orgasm.
"AHHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Frank's prick splattered all over my chest and stomach, hot spooge and his face was covered in rapturous joy and he tossed his head back and forth and moaned and grunted and groaned and muttered in his joy.
"HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HAH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I threw my head back and squirted hot jets into his butt so deep he must have tasted it on the back of his tongue, I squirted and shot and jetted and jizzed and in the midst of all this, those damned guards had the gall to charge into my cell clamoring and trying their best to interrupt me, but they were too damned late.
"What the hell is going on in here?" yelped one of the guards, a coarse person named Bert or something like that.
"What's the matter, you never saw two guys fucking?" asked Bob Hair Bolton with a chuckle and the other inmates laughed.
"Don't you assholes know that this sort of thing is against every rule in the damned book!" Bert went on but Head Guard Brent arrived then and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, Bart," he said. So his name was Bart, not Bert. "Lay off it."
He looked over at me, panting hard and laying next to Frank on the bunk, the two of us practically on top of each other. "So you two finally screwed, did you?"
"Yep, finally did," I agreed.
"Took you two long enough," was all the Head Guard replied.
They went out and left the two of us alone.
I reached down and took my first kiss from Frank's lips. He gave it freely and I knew then it would be the first of many like it in the days and years to come.
THE END
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