Eastenders Chronicles III -- Matthew the jailboy (M/T) Based on a British soap this idea appeared a while back and, regrettably,has not been followed up by the author of a great Grant Mitchell wank. Hereis a piece based on the current storyline. If you don't like man-sex, or if it is illegal for whatever reason where you are, then this is not for you. Matthew's biography on : http://www.bbc.co.uk/eastenders/wtour2/m_rose2.shtml and Beppe's http://www.bbc.co.uk/eastenders/wtour2/b_dimarco.shtml
Eastenders III
Matthew -- jailboy
Matthew has been inside for a few weeks, first on remand and now, possibly, awaiting an appeal. He is an attractive lad, tall and lanky but entirely fit -- at first sight you would take him for a butch streetboy but there is a softer submissive side to him. When he returned to the prison after the trial he had to give up his civilian clothes which are the privilege of remanded prisoners. He went straight from reception to the stores where he was issued with a new `wardrobe'. I met him when he came to the stores -- I'm Stuart 26 years old I used to be a personal trainer at a gym in the city, but I am here for a minor drugs incident - just cannabis (but quite a bit of it). I don't regard myself as particularly attractive, but my mum is from Puerto Rico so I am like olive skinned, but with whiteboy features. I think I got a good racial combination - big cock and laid back attitude. I don't fall into a sexual stereo type - I just like sex every day. Been getting it one way or another for twelve years or so - its just a guy habit.
Course, I had seen him on tv -- but when he was remanded, he was not on the main wing -- now he is with us. I recognised him as soon as I saw him. He arrived late and he was the only one from that court on that day. He looked really depressed -- like all of us, you never believe they will find you guilty -- prisons are full of innocents. He was wearing his smart court suit
- he looked like a big schoolboy. I greeted him and told him to take of his clothes in one of the cubicles and gave him a box to fold them into. He took the central cubicle of five and sat facing me taking off his boots and socks. He turned his eyes up to look at me occasionally and I winked at him -- "S'alright mate -- we all go through this. Don't be too tough on yourself. Now what size are these feet? I'd say 11's?" "Yeh, 11 thanks."
I turned to the lockers and took down a pair of new 11's -- course my dick is already twitching with the idea that this kid has probably got a lovely thick cock. Anyhow, by now I have set the prison issue slip on shoes on the counter with a couple of pair of socks. Matthew has stood up and is folding his jacket into the box and undoing his shirt. "Collar size?" "Er, 15 I think -- medium anyway." He mutters. He strips off the shirt to reveal a good broad set of shoulders and a reasonable chest, All beautifully smooth, I notice as I watch the young guys muscles flex as he folds the garments. I reach down a couple of blue shirts and some medium tee shirts and set them with the shoes.
He turns away from my gaze and I watch him undoing his pants. "Waist?" "28 -- but I like `em loose." "Sorry mate, not much style here, but I'll give you some 30's"
He has dropped the suit pants and is stepping out of them when I turn back and set the greys on the counter. Wonderful long slender legs, a bit of dark hair running up the inside of the thigh and on the calves. Still the jewels concealed by the cotton boxers tantalisingly patterned like fatigues. His butt is good and round though. And I'm fucking boned here watching the striptease.
"So Matthew, you like boxers. I have some older boxers, but you can have brand new briefs. Its your call?" Momentarily I pictured him bulging out of a pair of sparkling white Y fronts, or the worn out boxers that I had in his size -- both would have had their attractions and my cock was now beginning to dribble into my briefs. See the thing is in here there is no cunt, except in your mind -- you want flesh to fuck then you gotta get turned on to man butt. I know my cock spunks off just as good up a bloke as it does up a bird -- it doesn't have its own brain and I ain't proud.
"Nah, can't get on with briefs mate -- I'll take the boxers." He looks at me from the cubicle -- naked except for his boxers. Even in loose cotton there is the promise of a really big rig between his legs -- and that is a class A bubble butt.
So I reach down the medium boxers and sort out a couple of pair for him. "OK you're all set -- come and get your new outfit." For the first time as he walks over to me his eyes engage me -- I want to scope out the bod but I'm getting direct eye contact. I manage to catch a good look at the trail of dark hair leading from under his navel -- the treasure trail leading to thick pubic mat, all warm and funky from the stress of the day; fuck I am so wooded out here. He is just such a cute little fuck bag.
As he walks towards me his eyes really hold onto mine -- there is real tension in the air. I can't really read him as there is both aggression and submission in his young face. Three endless steps and he is standing on the other side of the counter. "You looking at something, or what?" he tilts his head at me questioningly. "S'alright mate, you remind me of someone that's all." I try to sound convincing. "Oh yeah? Well maybe you remind me of someone too." He asserts -- definitely moving towards the aggressive, and all in just a pair of camouflage boxers. His body has tensed up a little too -- quite exciting. I find I am staring at his armpits and wondering if I can detect his stale body odour. "Who you thinking of then Matt -- do I look like your boyfriend?" I am taking a real risk here -- he could really fly. But he stays with it. Looking round to reassure himself that we are alone - he tuns back to me and leaning across the counter almost in my face. I can feel his hot breath. "Well being you are coming onto me like some homo pervert, staring at my arse. I can tell you that you remind me of Beppe. You look like a slightly weedy version of the bloke who fucks me when my luck is in. Is that cool with you -- since you ask?" His voice is deliberate and he is not in anyway timid. He stands back from the counter and slips his hand under the waistband of the boxers - I am really taken aback and watch in disbelief as he gives his cock a good groping. "you wanna see if this `reminds you of someone'?" he grins lewdly.
I am just totally silenced - what a fucking nerve. "So, whatever your name is, now you've stared and scoped me out are you going to fuck me or what? He takes up the clothing and walks back to the booth then he brings over the box of his clothing and lays it on the counter. He steps back and using the thumb of his right hand he hooks down the boxers to his knees and over each foot and puts them on top of the clothes. Slowly he turns round and walks back again to where his new clothes are waiting. I stood still silent and watched this as it unfolded in slow motion. This kid has got real fire. What happened to that sad eyed submissive kid that walked in here ten minutes ago.
And what a rig. As he straightens up from pulling the shorts down I get the fuller picture. Hanging from a lush thick dark nest of pubic hair and resting on a really pert fat pair of baby makers is the most delicious looking long half hard cock. The shaft is a slightly darker colour than the white of his belly and legs and the foreskin is slightly drawn back to reveal juice slit. I think I can make out some sign of moistness, but that could just be a dirty mind. He walks toward the booth carrying the clothing in fornt of him. His arse is even better bare -- tufts of dark hair spread from his inner thighs into the pit of his butt.
Unprompted further, as he crosses the room, he speaks "So you gonna waste that hardon you've been building up, or you going to give it to me?" Then setting down the clothes and turning to me again with his cock standing rigid and the skin now almost completely dragged back over the flared head -- " I think I deserve it don't you?"
I pace out from behind the counter -- I feel like I'm walking with a two pound weight between my legs. I stride over to the booth. "you little fucking tart, you. You play that innocent little lad and you are just a slut. I can't believe this."
Matthew has sat down on the bench and is sitting with his legs spread open. His balls are resting over the edge of the bench, and his cock is now upright against his belly. A think string of cock lube is oozing from the deep small slit in the head, drooling against the fur under his navel. He lifts his feet up onto the bench and slides his hips out. Finally he gives me the most magical grin -- "What's your name?"
"I'm Stuart"
"You gonna fuck me then Stuart?" still grinning -- he looks so fuckable. I'm gonna have to do it.
He has started to unbutton my shirt and with his right hand he is stroking across my chest. He scratches my left nipples and it quickly stands. "Yeh my Beppe likes that too -- you boys are all the same aren't ya? ... Your not as hairy as him though, Stuart. Stuart, I like that name - I am going to say it in your ear when you fuck me Stuart, I am going to talk so dirty to you, Beppe taught me about that. I can make him come with touching him you know? But I taught him that."
He undoes the top button of my jeans and pulls down the fly. "What have we got here then -- Stuart you certainly fill out those briefs don't ya? And what's all this wet stuff under the waistband? You have been getting horny haven't you?" He pulls down my jeans and tears at the waistband of my briefs. I slide the jeans down to my knees and my briefs down so that the waistband is clear of my balls. My cock is twitching with excitement and he grabs the shaft and pulls me toward him. He has taken his cock in his right fist and is sliding the skin back up and down along really slowly.
He has been slobbering on my dick for a good minute and I can tell that his face could take the fuck I have planned but I really do want his arse. He disengages and lewdly licks up a thread of precum. "Now Stuart, just you kneel down and I think you'll find a really warm hole for that lovely thick cock of yours. God, I love Latin meat." I kneel down in front of him and he slides his butt further out toward me. I Put my face into his crutch and breathe in the odour of cock, sweat, piss and sperm what a slut this kid is.
"Go on Stuart, I can take it man. And I really want your cum... Shit, why you so fucking sexy you Latin men? I should be sticking my own cock up some little girls cunt -- not lying back here begging for some well hung fucker to shag me in the arse. It ain't right Stuart, please give it to me. Oh no" he is moaning as I lick under his fat tight ballsack and let my tongue find his sweat slicked butthole.
The taste is real primo! This is a fuck machine I got here. I am really beginning to lose it. I get upright and Matthew smears his saliva-coated hand over my prick. "Oh come on Stuart, don't make me beg man. It's so fucking humiliating. Beppe does this, he makes me beg him for his thick cock. I get so carried away with him teasing me with it - he goes on for ages just poking at my arse with his lovely slippery cockhead. I love the way your cock looks. My arse is going to peel back that long dark foreskin and make your cock empty its load"
I lean over and breathe in the smell of his hair, I stick my tongue into his mouth He tastes so fucking good, The booth sticks of sex and I didn't even notice as I penetrate his butthole. I am not just shagging his arse he is really fucking my cock. It probably lasted less than two minutes that first time but so much is said. As good as he promised he really gave good verbal. "Oh fuck Stuart, you are so thick. How big is it man? It must be nine inches long man. Shag me Stuart. God you really are going to fill me arse with spunk aren't you. I can feel your lovely fat balls all full of cum slapping against my back. I can smell your armpits man you really stink of fucking -- its wonderful. That's it, stud, fuck my butt -- keep going man. I want that yeh."
How did Matthew know to grab me at that moment? I know I fired off a huge wad into his tight little bubble butt. He clings onto me until my cock has stopped jizzing and gone softer inside him and then lets me go. I stand up. "Fucking brilliant man. Are you done? Like I don't really want to wank you off or anything."
"I'll do what I do with Beppe, if that's OK. Let me clean you up, come here." He pulls me towards him and his face is in my damp pubes. My cock is at the half hard and its slick with the remains of the spunk I dumped in him. Undeterred, Matthew takes the shaft gently and draws back the skin. "Careful Matt its very tender."
"Yeah, like my arse is." He grins and takes the head into his mouth. I look down on Matthew Rose as he suckles like a sex crazed infant on my dirty cum covered cockhead. He is rubbing long serious strokes now on his own sex and I notice the dirty little fucker is fingering his own arse. I decide to give him some of his own medicine.
"You like that do you Matthew. Sucking on a dirty uncut knob - tasting the big cock that's just reamed out your arsehole ? Do you like it fingering my slimy spunk as it runs out of your greedy young fucked butt. Your want to lick my fat bollocks Matthew? Go on smell'em you know you fucking want to. You cocksucker. I am watching you wank off boy -- go squirt for me, let it go man." I take my cock from his mouth and drain it off a couple of times into his nostrils and then smack him across his pretty little face. Spunk splashes into his face. He tries to nip my foreskin with his teeth, "Oh no cocksucker, no nipping at the cock that feeds! Now you'd better hurry up Matthew or Stuart is going to have to piss on your pretty face." That does it .
His face screws up and flushes with the ecstasy of orgasm and my little soap slut spunks his prolific wad up over his chest. I haul up my briefs and jeans and walk back to the counter. I take his boxers from the top of his clothes pile and throw them across to him. He is just such a natural. He wipes up the cum drooling down his firm thighs and then in one extended movement collects all his spunk from his chest. He throws it and score a direct hit across my face -- "Oh boy, are we going to have fun till you get free."