BANGED-UP
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Andy McDonald
If anyone had bad luck Tom did. It wasn't your usual bad luck you get on Friday the 13th. Tom was worse. It's as if he'd been BORN on Friday the 13th! For a start his parents had split up when he was 5, his Father was something of a terminal alcoholic and his Mother suffered the consequences. After the split, all his Mother could afford was a grotty eighth floor council flat. It was hardly any wonder that Tom got into some pretty bad company.
It began with shop-lifting, just sweets and small-time things at first. But the influence Tom's mates had on him was overwhelming. By the age of 14 he was in borstal for arson. Now, at the age of 22, he had been in prison for 3 months serving a 5 year sentence for armed robbery.
As far as his looks were concerned he was far from unlucky. He sported a closely cropped haircut and a tattoo of a dagger was prominent on his right forearm. He stood 6ft 3ins tall and he was well built. His chest was a mass of thick brown hair and his legs were so muscular people would have taken him for a footballer. He'd had a few unsuccessful experiences with girls. The rift between his parents made him uneasy with such relationships.
His cell mate, Bob, had been with him for his first 3 months inside. Often at night Tom would get into bed and half-close his eyes, so that he could watch Bob undressing. Although Bob was about 10 years older than Tom, he had a most attractive figure. Bob had obviously worked out a lot and had clearly defined stomach muscles and huge pecs. Each night Tom would watch the performance as Bob stripped off. However, Bob would never remove his underpants. A fact that really would Tom up. The bulge from the outside was enormous and Tom would have done anything to get inside them. The trouble was that Bob was strictly Women Only!!!
The first three months on the inside had dragged. Tom had no idea how he was going to cope for 5 years. He would try to imagine himself in 5 years time. He would still be a virgin! What a Thought It frightened him in a way because he, thought that leaving it so late would make him look an ass if things went wrong. However since he had been eyeing up Bob's body he was even more confused.
After this initial period of incarceration, Bob was moved away to a prison closer to his home. Needless to say Tom was quite sad to see this hunk leaving him, but he showed no emotion. He had become accustomed to closing his feelings inwards and it wasn't at all difficult.
In replacement to Bob, Tom was left alone for a couple of weeks. This drove Tom nuts, it was worse than being in solitary. It did afford him a bit of privacy though, and he was able to wank as much as he wanted. As soon as the lights went out and he was sure that the prison wardens had finished their first nightly check, he would pull out his 7«in prick and pull long and hard on it. It wasn't just long it was thick too. A mass of thick curls sprouted from the base and around his large heavy balls.
The knob was big and bulbous like a big shiny strawberry. He would envisage Bob ramming his cock deep into Tom's salivating mouth. Thrust after thrust until Bob would shoot a thick load of salty cum down Tom's throat. Usually this was enough to make Tom shoot his own load over himself. The cum glistening on his thick haired stomach. But this was just fantasy. If only it had been true, if only Bob had made a move and taken him. But it was not to be and not even likely now that Bob had been taken somewhere else.
This went on for 2 weeks. Having the cell to himself was driving him up the wall. How he longed for someone to share with, even it was just for someone to talk to. Then one night he heard noise outside in the corridor. He stopped tossing him self off and got up and moved near to the door. He strained to hear what was going on. There was someone being brought in, he wasn't at all happy about it either. He was giving the screws hell. Kicking and punching, the screws were suffering somewhat from their captor. HE would be the one to suffer in the end Tom thought!
The noise was now right outside Tom's cell. The screws were putting him in with Tom. He was assured of getting no sleep at all now! As the screws unlocked the cell, Tom quickly clambered back into bed and pretended to be asleep. The man that was thrown into the cell had a torn shirt and bloodied jeans. As he sat on the floor he was holding his stomach. Tom immediately surmised that the screws had punched him pretty badly. He still feigned sleep though. The man struggled to his feet and stood up. He was about the same height as Bob had been, but this man had much broader shoulders. His ripped shirt exposed a hard stomach but not hard enough to counter the effects the beatings that the screws had given him.
He slowly undid the rest of the buttons and let the shirt fall to the floor. His arms were well muscled and the forearms were very firm. The hair from his armpits was thick and there was no division between the hair here and his chest hair. This too was well defined along the lines of his stomach and chest muscles. He slipped his fingers between the stud holding the jeans together at the top and pulled the zip down. His hands delved into the sides of the jeans and he pushed them off. He displayed a pair of solid legs so firm, they could have been tree trunks.
He was wearing a white jockstrap which looked so heavy it was a wonder it held up. The man sat on the floor and pulled his white sport socks off. Tom was getting harder and harder by the minute. This guy was such a hunk how the hell could Tom keep quiet. Shit he thought! This is more than I can stand. Surely I'm going to come any minute without even having to touch my cock.
The man stood up again. He rubbed his hairy chest with his large hands and then his left hand pushed its way into the jockstrap. He rubbed it slowly at first, gradually working up a hard on. He then pushed his hand down forcing the strap downwards. With the other hand, he pulled it down from his legs and he was, at last, naked. His penis was at least 8 inches in length and it was as thick as a curtain ring. It was encircled by a forest of long pubic hair. He was not circumcised but he proceeded to withdraw the foreskin far back along the shaft. The knob was huge it dripped a thin stream of clear pre- cum. The man stopped for a moment as he noticed Tom watching him.
"Like the look of my cock do ya?"
The man snarled. And with that he pulled the covers away from Tom. Tom lay there as naked as the day he was born. His right hand resting on his own weapon. Tom sat up, shaking. He had never been found out before. He was crapping himself afraid of what the other prisoners would do to him if they found out. The hunk didn't seem too worried about it. He grabbed hold of Tom's head and pushed it down upon his own cock. Tom choked at the suddenness of this action. Eagerly though, he began to suck on the strangers meat.
Tom began salivating profusely making the hunks cock drip with saliva. Up and down went Tom's head on this massive dick. In and out of his mouth went the cock, it felt like on each thrust it went deeper down his throat. The man suddenly withdrew all the way, pushing Tom's head back as he tried to reach out with his mouth, begging for more. Without a word the hunk pushed Tom down on his bed and went down on Tom's own dick. With his tongue he licked around the rim of Tom's knob.
He took the knob into his mouth and sucked on that alone. He then took it all into his mouth, plunging down on it with lips pursed tightly around the shaft. Tom's hips began to thrust automatically pushing into his lovers mouth. Each time he pushed his stiff weapon deep into his mouth. He felt his dick and balls tense up as the ecstasy grew. It was more than he could bear, he had to shoot. With one last thrust he rammed his cock deep and shot a thick load of cum deep against the back of his lovers throat. He tensed again as a second jet shot from his cock and then a third.
The hunk sucked hard and kept on sucking until every last drop was drained. Tom's head was spinning. He had never come so hard before. The man got up and turned Tom over onto his front. Tom's semi-flaccid cock pointed downwards on the bed making him feel very uncomfortable. Without a thought the hunk mounted the bed and put his own legs between Tom's forcing the apart and exposing his open arsehole. Tom's lover began to rub his huge knob against it gently pushing inwards. Suddenly there was a hard thrust into Tom and his lover had entered him. God! did it hurt!
The hunk pushed the entire length of his cock deep into Tom making him gasp loudly. The hunk pushed hard against him, withdrawing slowly and then thrusting fast into Tom's arse. It burned Tom's ring so much he wept quietly with the pain. Then with one final push, the hunk shot his load into Tom. He thrust again and again shooting more cum into Tom. He then withdrew, his cock dribbling with cum.
"Hi", he said in a deep voice, "I'm Mark."
They chatted into the early hours. Mark told Tom that he had been picked up for beating up a pig.
"They bloody well deserve it, the bastards", agreed Tom.
This became a nightly ritual for Tom and Mark. Outside of their cell, their sexuality was nothing but straight.
None of the other inmates had any idea about what went on at night. Mark was sentenced to 3 years. It seemed like a long time for such an offence but it was not his first. The judge was a bastard but then neither Tom or Mark were worried about the sentence because at least they would be company to each other. They could bonk endlessly for 4 years at least!
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