Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male/female sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don't read any further.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 2.
It's a late Summer day, I was booked in at one o'clock in the afternoon, no legal visit after three that place. It shoud give me a couple of hours to go through his side of the story. He'd been in Long Bay, a maximum security jail for almost two months, just for waiting trial, wasn't even convicted of any crime yet, justice for the ordinary people. Law and justice, not the same thing.
I read his background, quite a sad story. Left Croatia during the war with Serbia, all his family members perished during the conflicts. He escaped from Zagreb to Verazdin, then crossed border into Hungary, land tracked to Austria, into Germany. Arrived Australia as a stowaway on a German freighter from the Port of Hamburg in 1994, he turned 17 then. He was kept behind barbed wire in Villawood Detention for almost 3 years before he was granted protection visa. He was earning his living as a kitchen hand, he was granted bail for $10,000, but without friends and relatives, to ask a kitchen hand to put up ten grands? No money Ancic? Well.
No raw onions with my sandwiches next time, it gave me heartburn. Looking at the facade of that building, I immediately got a creepy chill down my spine, dark, weathered, morbid, depressing, a reflection of century old miseries. Violence, drug, rape, injustice, explosive mix, no wonder more than half of the released inmates returned as re-offenders. The sound of metal gates clanking gave me headache. After going through all the barriers, showed my I.D., mycredential, I was left alone in a room with bars on the window and two chairs and a small table. I'd rather die than lived my life in this hole. You came in as a human being, and released as an animal, the system was designed to be that way. Crime and retribution, retribution won hands down.
The door opened, shit, tall fellow, must be over 6ft 5, muscular, better looking, younger, than the mug shot in his police file, in dark green shorts and dirty green T-shirt, showing strong hairy legs and big hairy arms. "James Menzie, you new solicitor" I shaked his hand, strong grip. "That lady, no working?" Bad English. "No, she went into hospital for labor, baby" I gestured a big round bulging belly. He smiled, "Oh, yes, baby". Nice teeth, wide thick lips, eyes color of aqua, hairs brown, thick eyebrows, it's a worry, young pretty boy, in this wild den, survival of the fittest, even the unglies got rape here, I was his only hope, so much responsibility. One chair each, we faced each other.
"How are you keeping, you're OK here?"
"Yes, no worry, mate" He showed me his huge knuckles, a bit red, and a few minor cuts on his arms, and gestured fist fights. Felt sorry for the guys at the receiving end.
"Could you tell me the full story again, about this rape?"
"No rape, Mr. James, sex only. You want to know everything? Again? All?"
"Yes, please, Tomas"
"I meet Shar, Sharlin? Friday, Friday night 2 months ago, in a bar, we dance, she take me home. We kiss and dance in her home. We drink beer, she want me make love to her. We fuck" Too precise, I wanted all the glorious details.
"Go through with me slowly, tell me everything, Tomas"
"Everything, and this also?" He made a symbol of hole with his left hand and finger of his right poked through it. International language. Dirty fucker.
"Yes please" I pulled a straight face, this kid was fun.
So, the full story unfolded. Tomas went out with some work mates to one of the local bar that Friday night, where Sharlene was there with a group of sheilas. They eyed each other off from the start, "Nice breast, that girl Sharlin" he weighted with both his hands under his tits, then around midnight, those two took off. Since Tomas was sharing with a Croatian family in a small flat, it was not possible to go there. The went back to Sharlene's flat in Redfern.
The had more beer, hot kisses, he said. They danced a bit, then Sharlene took the initiative, undressed Tomas, then kelt and gave a most enjoyable blow job. "Me, very big cock, she suck, no problem" He put a space between his palms, rough guess, 9 inches? Shit, I was getting hot under my colar, my pants getting tight. Tomas then returned the favor, undressed her, and went down on her. "Pussy wet, hairs wet, my tongue work hard". Where did that kid learn all that? from a bloody good teacher, no doubt.
After half an hour of foreplay, she put a condom on for him, very tight, he said, then got right into the main game, started fucking like mad, bed stands banging against the wall behind it, she was vocal, "She shout fuck me fuck me fuck me, no stop, and people next door bang the wall, say keep quiet", Tomas was giggling. You idiot, that fuck me fuck me bitch was trying to put you behind bars for the next 5 to 10 years. I made a note, those walls were thin, the neighbors could be my flies on the wall, so to speak. It was getting warm in that cell, hot hot hot, last days of Summer. "I shoot, she come too, we rest 30 minute, more beer, she play my cock, it hard again" This time, she wanted it up her arse. That Sharlene got some very accommodating talent. I wished Marrion would let me, my trousers now at bursting point. "She love me fucking her arse, she tell me, she shout more fuck me fuck me fuck me, next door bang wall, say keep quiet", more giggled.
I noticed Tomas was squirming in his chair, his eyes all glassy, his hands disappeared, shit, he was not fucking jerking off on his own story? right in front of my eyes?
I accidentally? pushed my biro over the edge of the table, bent down to pick it up, and looked across under the table. His hands were trying to adjust a gigantic erection in his shorts, without much success, the tip of his cock now poking out of his green shorts, 9 inches, give and take another inch more, the piss hole grinning at me, greeting me, that baby arm wanted to shake hands with me. Bigger than some porn stars, what did they feed that guy with? I thought I was above average, based on my observation at the shower after Uni soccer matches. I took a deep breath, picked up my biro, prentending not noticing anything. I had to adjust my own modest erection now, no, it's OK, I could use my briefcase to hide it.
His story continued. Apparently Sharlene loved a bit of rough play, she scratched Tomas' back with her sharp long finger nails, left all those red tiger stripes on his back, "A little pain, me strong, tough, I take it" They didn't go to sleep until four that morning. "Three hour sleep, sex sex sex all night" Tomas had to leave around 8 am on that morning, busy day, Saturday, at the restaurant. She actually cooked him some bacon and eggs for breakfast, and talked a bit, then demanded a good-bye fuck. Tomas declined, "She look not pretty in morning, old" Well, my greatest respect to older women, I learned awful lot from them during my years of "junior stud".
Tomas said good-bye to Sharlene and wanted to leave. That's when things got ugly. She wanted to have his phone No., but because Tomas was sharing with another family, he didn't want too many girls ringing up all hours and upset the arrangement, and his employers didn't like staffs to take private calls at work, and he couldn't afford a mobile phone. When Tomas tried to explain to her, she took it as rejection and started sreaming, calling him not very nice names, "cunt, prick, shit, arse hole, she mouth dirty". Not too dirty for a blow job though. She then grabbed his wallet and found his medicard, she said she would report to the police that he raped her, he pleaded with her, saying "I want no trouble, we have good sex, no police please". Tomas snatched his wallet back and rushed out of her door. 2 hours later, the police turned up at his flat, arrested him, finger printed him, photoed him, medical staff checked him up, took blood sample from him, he was behind bars. Legal aid was provided, and during the hearing before the Magistrate, he was actually granted bail, set at $10,000. "Me, $10,000? I have only $500 in bank". The rest was history, poor sod.
"Did she tell you anything about herself?"
"No much, she born Queensland" I noted that down. We stood up, me with my briefcase in front, him with both of his hands, faces all red. "No sex here many days, me horny all day, sorry" I hoped the duty officer didn't think we were having it off together, shit! "Sit down for one minute" I told him. I banged on the door and asked the officer for a glass of water. After he finished it, we waited another 10 minutes until it went down, still a very sizable lump.
After I returned to my car, I felt like jerking off right there and then, hadn't felt so fucking horny since school days. Shit, Marrion, the dentist, couldn't have picked a worst time going overseas. She had to attend one dental conference in Bangkok and another in Les Vegas, since she had never been to those 2 cities, she arranged extra time off for sight seeings, all in all 4 bloody weeks, and I couldn't afford time and money to join her, thus, one long month of self abuse. Better waited until I got home tonight.
I went back to my office, thinking about the way to defend Ancic. Two ways to handle this, I thought. The dirty way and the clean way. The dirty way, was to ask Ancic to allow me to make a life-size mold of his erected baby arm, and presented it to the members of the jury "If the members of the jury will have a good look and feel of the dimension, the length, this life-size mold of penis, of the accused, could anyone of you imagine getting raped by this monster, forcibly, will it not inflict some form of damages to the person on the receiving end?" "please pass around to the other jury members", this female juror won't let go of the dildo, "and yet, the result of the medical exmination on Miss Brook showed no sign of forced entry, no tear, no bruise, mouth, virgina, and anus all in good working order!" Good fucking order. The envy on the male jurors' and the desire on the female jurors' faces were palpable.
When I told Angela, another junior associate at the firm of my brilliant tactic, she laughed so hard, bent over in half, said "you dirty dirty bugger, I'll tell your boss, Oh shit, I'm going to die"
But, being a law abiding, God fearing citizen, I adopted the good way. I checked my computer to see if Miss Brook had any previous contacts with police, nothing on the New South Wales court record, better tried Queensland. Bingo, she was in another rape case 5 years back in Brisbane, and it was thrown out of court. I noted the name and details of the accused.
When I got home that night, I went straight to the shower for that urgent wank, thinking of Marrion, then some big tits porn stars, then Tomas entered the picture, with his 10 inces baby arm sticking up the girl's backside, my ejeculation splashed against the bathroom wall, spunk runing down towards the drain. I really needed that. I ordered pizza for dinner.
That night, I dreamt of Tomas's 10 inches baby arm wanted to shake hand with me. Shit, had I turned queer?
(To be continued.)