WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff or allow minors access but you knew that anyway.
These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.
Crap title but I hope the story comes out better. Sorry if it's a bit lengthy, it's a bit of a trip down memory lane. But never fear, it does get around to sex.
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WORMWOOD SCRUBS SCRUBBER
by
G. Cutter
Before I kick off I've got to expain the title to the non English readers. Wormwood Scrubs is a prison in West London and a 'scrubber' is a young lady of loose morals, the term can also be used for a young man... that's that and here we go.
I spent three years in HMP (Her Majesty's Prison) Wormwood Scrubs in 1971 when I was obviously much younger. I'd turned eighteen at the time of my trial so I got sent there rather than to a Young Offenders Institute which may or may not have been a lot jollier but I never got to find out. I was jailed for love (dramatic or what?). When I was seventeen I worked in a Millets Store which was a camping, workwear, and outdoor suppliers and I fell in love with the part time boy who used to help out. OK, so the kid was only fifteen but he was a sweety, he was bitch rather than butch I desired him and he seemed to like me, so far so good. Over a period of time that liking turned to affection and eventually we went to bed, after that we kept going to bed and joined or shagged on a regular basis, just doing what healthy red blooded youngsters do in bed. What started with a hurried kiss and then a crafty wank turned into a full blown affair. He used to come around and stay at my flat now and then as his family didn't seem to see too much wrong in our relationship, the age differential wasn't all that large. That was until his mother found the polaroids and a couple of rather silly notes I'd written him and he, like a fool kept them. I expect he had them tied up with a pink ribbon but I never did find out.
Any normal parent would have gone apeshit and sorted out the relationship there and then but she, the cow, went around to the local police and that was when the shit hit the fan. Although only seventeen at the time of the so called offences and he was fifteen which isn't a huge age difference I finished up in Court on a series of offences the main one being the old charge of buggery followed by indecent this and indecent that. I never knew a bit of loving could sound that horrendous. This case would never have come to court nowadays but that was the seventies and the Establishment was fighting a war against the promiscuous society as they saw it and the rising tide of homosexuality... this was long before the age of consent became sixteen by the way. I wasn't even too sure at the time if it was eighteen or still twenty one, as they say, love is blind.
To my everlasting disgust my little lover (and he wasn't all that little) claimed that I'd seduced him, threatened to tell his mum, yaddah, yaddah and the Old Bill (our pet name for the filth) took it all in or perhaps it suited them to. Basically, I got hung out to dry. Then one bright and sunny morning I sat in the Old Bailey which by the way isn't reserved for mass murderers and received two sentences of three years and one of nine. To say I was in a state of shock as I went down the stone stairs was the understatement of the year. It wasn't until a quite friendly warder told me that the sentences were concurrent rather than consecutive and that the three year sentences were only window dressing (some window). He told me that I would serve three years at Her Majesty's pleasure provided I kept my nose clean. Well, that was better and I suppose I was quite fatalistic about it really, I just sat in the holding cell wishing I was fucking well dead.
After the cases were finished the day's collection of new lads were handcuffed and stuck in a bus of all things and taken to Wormwood Scrubs which was the main allocation prison in West London. For the purists who know all about hard times in London, second offenders went to HMP Wandsworth which was over the river and a far harsher place. In fact, if you came in from Wandsworth nick you were automatically graded as a 'hard man' amongs the admiring throng. Is that sad or what?
I think there were about a dozen of us and we trooped through into the Joining Section where we were reduced to third class citizens, we had our fingerpints and photographs taken for the umpteenth time and got issued the drab grey prison clothing and then into the horrors of the Induction Wing as they charmingly called it and to make matters worse we were crammed four to a cell. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof, buggery isn't the sort of offence you want to talk about so if anyone asked what I was in for I quoted pornography and that was my story for the next three years. After a hot and sweaty night (with a couple of homesick weepies) we were trucked around the wing where we were to find out where or what our final destination would be. Thank Christ for that, the thought of three years in a cell with three others beggared belief. I found out that I was destined for C Wing which was the London area holding block and I stayed there for nine months. Even C Wing 'lodgers' were accomodated two to a cell and Sod's Law dictated that I was stuck in with a lovelorn lout who drooled over pictures of his girlfriend all night long. It was a tribulation but I was a cleaner and had stacks of time out of my cell so time passed. My parents visited once a month and eventually forgave me for being gay... well accepted is more the word I think.
My father was an odd one. Like in the American Oscar speeches, he was a 'rock', he had a totally different attitude to my mother. He couldn't really see what all the fuss was about, to him seventeens fucked fifteens and the sex was incidental. Strange man but he's gone now, bless his understanding soul. My mother was more upset about me being caught than the actual offence, apparently she'd told all the family friends I'd joined the French Foreign Legion or something totally ludicrous.
Prison itself was the biggest eye opener in the world. Forget all you've seen at the pictures, British prisons are nothing like the American versions, even in the seventies they were what I'd call a doddle. Screws are screws (and sometimes called warders), some good, some indifferent and some little Hitlers. They were split between those who wanted to make you better people and those who just wanted to play guards, no surprises there. The prison population in C Wing at least was pretty much the same. Those getting on with it and those who wanted to cause trouble and I've got to say most of the latter were youngsters around my own age. I just kept a low profile, I'd been allocated to D Wing which would be my last stop. D Wing was the official long term block and any sentence of three years or over was classed as long term. Being scheduled for D Wing gained me a certain standing amongst the hoi poloi some of whom were only doing twelve months and even less. I was one of the dreaded long termers, rah, rah.
The great day dawned and at lunchtime I was ready for transfer, this was a big deal insofar D Wing was treated very officially as the London Area Long Term Prison, a sort of prison within a prison to flog the 'p' word to death. Over I went and was allocated a cell (also known as a peter for some unknown reason), this was up on Landing B which was the first floor as the ground floor was called Landing A. I saw a few familiar faces as some of the guys had preceded me from C Wing and I found out we were one to a cell at long last, some privacy. I was intent on having a full blown totally belly exposed wank around midnight and that was only for starters.
I soon settled in and was allocated work in the Tailor's Shop which was an adventure all on it's own, sewing machines and I just don't get on too well. However, I did meet my first prison shag there and that was Tony Benton a rather skinny and totally weird character. He brushed up against me in the course of a tea break and I popped one, I managed to hide it but not from him and the next thing I knew he burst into my cell in a free period and proceeded to rape me. Well, he stuck his mouth around my hardon and then insisted that I shag him so I suppose it was a rape in a manner of speaking. After that he wandered in and out when he got the urge and that could be at any time. We had lots of association over in D Wing and by that I mean the cells were open from around five in the evening until eight at night and you could wander around and do what you liked. It was the same over the weekend although they used to lock you away for meal breaks (don't ask why).
D Wing was a curious place, some of the Great Train Robbers were in there but they were the elite. There were also some other hardened criminals who seemed to gravitate to Landing D which was up in the gods, I suppose they used to do whatever people like that do well away from the antlike swarm below. Of course, it's a lot easier to spy and keep an eye on everything when you're on the top floor looking down than the other way around.
There were some attractive youngish men around as well but I wasn't about to brandish my gay credentials around, I continued to keep myself to myself and young Mr Benton looked after the entertainment factor for me. One would think that mano-a-mano sex was difficult in prison but not so, we did it behind the cell door, we did it under the bed, we even did it on the bed when everyone was watching Top of the Pops. Tony loved being fucked and was equiped with a huge dick himself, fortunately he used to wank like mad whilst being fucked and that was it. I was quite happy with that, when he was at full stretch the bloody thing must have come in around eight inches and that is not Nifty exageration. I don't mind doing my bit when duty calls but that thing between his leg was a joke and not the ha ha type.
One would think that being in a place like Wormwood Scubs was the pits, the end of the world, even 'abandon all hope, ye who enter here' sort of thing but life goes on and you have to make the best out of a bad deal sometimes. The routine in D Wing was routine, deadly boring and regimented but once you had your job, your little circle of firends and even a bit of a sex life things began to look up. There was even dope available, cannabis, the soft stuff and my friends and I used to get hold of some of that for a Saturday afternoon session. It never bothered me and I've never used it since, I must be immune. I even began to look forward to being banged up (locked up) some evenings so that I could get stuck into a book and have a bit of peace and quiet... weird or what but then again I've always been a bit of a loner.
We had stacks of hobby materials to keep us happy and I took up writing and what would I write except filth. Of course most of my friends were either gay or free thinkers and I used to pass my handwritten little brown books around. I wrote both gay and straight at that time which just goes to show the power of the mind, I'd like to think I provided some wanking material at least as fanny mags weren't allowed. I got some fun out of it anyway, one of the gifts of having a sick mind I suppose. Benton was OK but I had other lusts if not partners, there were at least three I used to fixate on, on a regular basis but D Wing wasn't the place it was wise to make waves and chatting up a young man who could be inside for anything from murder to rape wasn't the wisest move in the world.
By the way, it's a misconception to think that high risk prisoners are actually high risk to their fellow inmates. Most are serving their time and want to get to their earliest release date without too many lumps along the way. We even had a guy who had raped his young daughter on the ground floor very next to the control box I might add and he seemed to survive without any problems. Mainly nonces as they call them, the child abusers or even the child killers like Brady were kept in strict segregation and never came into contact with the more mundane prisoners. The old police hassle regarding how people 'like me' got treated in prison was nonsense although I wouldn't have been too confident if my lover (or victim) had been nine or ten instead of fifteen. Most of the prisoners in there were working class to be snobbish and most knew perfectly well what a Rent Boy was and what 'flogging your arse' meant. Homosexuality was condoned in prison if not approved of, it was a classic example of live and let live and as far as I was concerned that suited me fine.
Anyway, finally to the lust of my life. I used to spend quite a bit of time in the evening hanging around for the occasional Benton visit and looking over the landing railings. It was another hobby, you'd always see half a dozen inmates draped over the railings noseying about as they called it. There was this kid on the As, the ground floor who I used to perv, he started off originally with shoulder length hair and I found him very attractive so I ogled. He must have noticed but never gave any indication. I even spoke to him on a couple of occasions like in the canteen queue and in passing, hello, grunt, grunt sort of thing. He eventually had a haircut which must have been done by a blind man and I fell in love, it took years off him and he looked no more than a sixteen years old. I must admit I've always had a hankering for the scruffy youth types and he fitted the bill. I found out through subtle questioning that his name was Chris Durnsford which was very easy to remember as Durnsford Road was the road that ran down by the old Wimbledon Football Club's ground... just around the corner from where I used to live.
Chris worked with Works Department, the plumbers, decorators and whatnot who were all prison officers but had inmates as helpers, sort of semi trusties, anyway, Chris was one of these. The one worry was that he had two quite big pals, they were like the Three Musketeers but not all the time. They were also around the eighteen to twenty mark and I wondered lots of things, were they from the same gang, had they come up from Young Offenders together, what was their connection to one another?
That year there was a lot going on in the wing, they were modernising after a fashion. The barren cells were being fitted with a small enclosed toilet which may not seem much in this day and age but was a giant step forward. then. The Prisons Inspectorate had done The Scubs and dound it sadly lacking. The problem was that the place was topped up and for the one week it took to do the job and do other small jobs cell by cell people were being forced to share. This wasn't going down very well at all and volunteers were being requested in the first instant, it's a fact of life that some people get on OK with others but some time servers like their solitude, at the time I wasn't volunteering for anything.
The night of the big breakthrough was like any other. We had a set of showers down on the As and I used to occasionally perv who went in and out, I also used them which was a bit brave of me but I had confidence in the old live and let live routine. I felt safe enough although some of my more nervous Nellie mates wouldn't go within a hundred yards of the place on their own.
I think it was midweek and there was something good on the television so most of the lads were racked up watching whatever it was. I was also watching it on and off from my vantage point up on Landing B also keeping a casual eye on the showers. I saw Chris go in with his towel around his waist as his cell was quite close to the centre of the Block. It was a will I, won't I caper and in the end I plucked up my courage and grabbed my towel and soap. With a bit of luck I'd get to see the tasty Chris in the nude and that would keep me in wanks for a month or so. My dick was leading the way so to speak and there were enough screws (wardens) around in case I ran into trouble. I was bored, that was my excuse and the thought of oggling my idol in the buff was too much. I also think I'd decided that his two pals weren't lovers just associates or friends and God knows where I'd got that from, probably all in my sex starved mind.
I galloped down the staircase and skirting the building materials entered the shower area and apart from a couple of screws giving me didinterested looks that was about it. The fun was about to begin... big time. I know that it was only about twenty or so minutes before the bell went to clear everyone away but I hadn't expected Chris to be so quick. As I walked in he was in the small passageway totally naked and beaded with water towelling himself off. I barely had a chance to take in his deliciously slender and water sheened body before I dropped my soap and it shot across the tiled floor skidding between his legs.
He looked up in suprise and dropped his towel the same time I shot forward to grab my soap and our heads met with an audible clunk. Talk about seeing stars, I didn't know if I was on my arse or my tit, I felt wobbly, I must have been blushing like a tomato and as Chris span around I got a glorious closeup of his soft penis, in fact, it nearly smacked me in the face.
'Tasty,' I muttered before I could stop myself.
'Fuckin' lunatic,' he snarled and grabbing his towel around his hips did a swift runner. I was alone in the showers, I had a lump on my forehead like and egg and I was so embarassed I could have slithered down a drain with shame. I picked up my soap and got into a shower jetting myself with scalding water just to make the night complete.
Once we were locked in for the night I spent the rest of the evening thinking about all the smart moves I could have done, well, in cases like this you always do. At the very least I could have said sorry but 'tasty', God knows what he was going to make of that even if he heard it. All the same, he was nice. He was nice clothed, he was even nicer naked and his sweet little cock... yumsville. I say little as he was fresh from the ashower but it was a nice softy of around three or four inches and I was sure it would expand given some tender loving and affection. His dark red glans was even peeping from it's hoody, the damn thing was photographically engraved on my mind. I could feel it, I could taste it. I could even feel it hardening in my mouth for God's sake... I needed a lobotomy or something. Anyway, I thought as I clambered into my bed, that was the romance to end them all well and truly out of the window. He'd probably set his big mates on me tomorrow. Gawd, he was so cuddly, Benton was just white trash compared to Chris.
I had the wank of the century over night, I remember it as one of my best ever, I was denched in my own cum and as I licked some up and tasted it I imagined it was sweet Chris' juice, I was getting sadder by the damn hour.
The next morning was Friday and it was pretty much the same as the previous Friday and all the Fridays for the last two years or so, the one difference being that this was going to be extra low profile day. I didn't know who Chris was mates with apart from his two big pals, I didn't know what contacts he had in the block and to be blunt I was scared shitless, he may have even seen my clumsy slip and slide as an assault. Anyway, the morning went well and lunchtime I got my food and scurried to my cell and sat to eat. We had around half an hour before lockup and rather a long lunch break, we were then unlocked and went back to work.
'Hi, Mick.' I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth. I recognised the voice behind me immediately, it was Chris.
'Bloody sorry about last night,' I turned on my seat to face him. 'The soap got away,' I said lamely.
'No matter,' he grinned and I felt my spirits lift. 'Mind if I come up around half five for a chat?'
'No.'
'I'll bring a couple of teas,' he smiled again and turned to leave. 'Tasty,' he chuckled as he walked away.
A few minutes later I was locked up and settled back down to dinner, my mind was in a turmoil. What the hell did he want, he was coming in peace I would imagine with two mugs of tea and what was the 'tasty' remark about as he left. I really thought he hadn't picked up on it and he obviously had. Was I in trouble or wasn't I? I dismissed the affair from my mind. One thing your learn in prison that when shit happens there is very little you can do to infuence events, just take things as they happen. He might come up with his two heavies or he may come along, I'd soon find out.
The one good thing about Friday evening was that I knew perfectly well Benton had a regular assignation with some old timer up on Landing C so that was him out of the way, not that he'd be much use in any sort of fracas.
We finished work and collected our teas which were a misnomer, the meal was a sort of high tea, loads of bread and usually some salad or something fried and I use the word 'something' out of choice, prison fryups were eternal mysteries, to come back to the present, The Da Vinci Code has got bugger all on a prison fryup. We were normally left unlocked after tea and went straight onto free association which was prison speak for do your own thing. Telvsion, group natters, evening classes, we were spoilt for choice.
I was sitting there all tensed up and a bag of nerves when the door opened fully and Chris backed in with two mugs of tea and I was delighted to see that he was on his own. I noticed that he left the door wide open so that no one would be tempted to think we were upto anything untoward.
'Got any sugar?'
'Yeah,' I grabbed the bag an plastic spoon.
'Good man,' he grinned cheerfully but I sensed a certain nervousness, perhaps he wasn't as self confident as he appeard to be.
He sat on my bed alongside me which was pretty standard practice with visitors and stirred his tea handing the spoon to me.
'Where's your two mates?' I asked more for something to say than anything else.
'Evening classes,' he stared at the wall opposite. 'They're not actually mates, it's a bit of a funny story...'
'Go on.'
'We were at school together and then four years later we all meet up in here. They tend to feel sorta brotherly seeing I'm the smallest.'
'I thought you might be in the same gang,' I rather tactlessly offered. Getting into crimes or pumping anyone was certainly not good manners in D Wing.
'Nah,' he dismissed the subject swiftly and moved on. 'What did you mean when you said tasty last night?' There it was. The question in all it's simplicitym no getting around this one but I did think about it.
I dunno.' I wittered and then I took my life in my hands and don't forget I had exactly no idea where Chris was coming from as they say nowadays. 'Sorta thing you say when you see something you like.'
That brought a deathly hush.
'And you like me?'
'Yeah.' My voice was nearly a whisper.
'A bit more than that I reckon,' he too spoke very quietly. 'I think you fancy me.'
It's at times like that sitting in a shitty cell with a young criminal surrouded by another couple of hundred villains you tend to get tongue tied. If I denied any sort of feeling that would be the end of it for evermore, I'd never see him in my cell again, we'd probably never ever speak again. He'd said all he was going to, it was upto me now.
'Perhaps I do.'
'Yeah, you do. I have noticed you eyeballing me over the railings, ' he gazed at me with his grey eyes and the slightest of smiles tugged at the corner of his mouth and I knew I was safe.
'Yeah, I do,' I grinned.
'Thak fuck that's out of the way,' he laughed and I joined in. 'I knew that you've been ogling me for a while but I wasn't too sure,' he spoke after a while. 'You have that Benton slapper in and out so I knew you were a shagging man.'
'Spying on the spyer?'
'Does to keep on top in a place like this,' he remarked.
'Can't be on top all the time,' I went totally mad and gave his knee a little squeeze.
'Swings and roundabouts,' he laughed.
'As you say,' I replied wondering where we went from here but I was about to find out. Serendipity rules or maybe even losers have to get lucky sometimes.
'Have you read the screed on the notice boards about the cell refurbishments?'
'Skimmed through it.'
'Have you read the latest one,' he glanced at me. The voluntary aspect is going out of it. They're beginning to take blocks of guys and making them double up. The Works Department are the first on the list, maybe another five in a week or so.'
'You're Works Department.'
'I know,' he laughed.' I volunteered for you and me to double up for a month this morning.'
'You what,' I almost yelled.
'I thought you'd be pleased,' he moved away from me in shock and I thought he was going to burst into tears.
'I am, I am.' Without thinking about it I sprang over and closed the door to and grabbed him and planted a kiss on his warm lips. His eyes widened in shock and then he smiled and his lips and mouth returned the kiss eagerly and willingly. When it was open we fell back into our seats on the bed and gazed at each other red faced and embarassed. 'I'd better open the door a bit,' I went to stand.
'Leave it,' he ordered in a husky voice. 'I should have grabbed you last night in the showers.'
'You should have,' I agreed. 'What are the other guys saying about this forced pairing up?'
'Some are moaning but the smart ones are selecting their partners right now. You're better off being banged up with someone you can get on with than a complete stranger.'
'You reckon we can get on then?'
'Especially once the lights go off,' he grinned. 'Moves happening Monday morning by the way.'
'Monday night should be fun.'
'I hope so,' he cackled and reaching out squeezed my groin capturing my rock hard erection first time. 'Yeah, we'll do alright,' he looked at me and opened his legs. I reached out for a feel, I didn't need a script. It was a cracker, nicely hard and even gave a little twitch as I fondled it. This kid, who happened to be older than I was as I found out later, was most certainly up for an adventure. I didn't ask for references, I didn't ask who or what he'd been involved in over the last couple of years. I didn't care, I had him now and it looked like we would have each other for a month.
It was a bit later in the evening when one of the screws came around, he was a regular guy and was holding a clipboard in his hand.
'Thomas... just a quicky.'
'Yep.' We were supposed to call them sir but we never did.
'Just checking that you're happy with this cell sharing with Durnsford?'
'Yeah, no probs.'
'Excellent,' he actually smiled but as I said, he was one of the regular guys. 'Be ready to move tomorrow morning around ten o'clock. You'll be going into one of the refurbished cells... A17.'
'H'OK, Boss.' So much for it all happening Monday, things were happening a bit earlier than that.
'Good lad.' That was it, away he went. I stretched myself and thought about it. A17 was more or less directly below me and I'd heard the builders in there during the week. I suppose you had to clean the toilet yourself. Stupid things you think about when you're stressed, I should be thinking of the best and safest way to have full blown sex with my new pal Chris not about bog cleaning. Still, the one consolation was that I didn't have too much to move, I just hoped Chris wasn't one of these that had photos and junk all over the place as some had, I tended to be a bit on the Spartan side, clutter wasn't my scene. I also wondered if he had a record player or radio both of which were legitimate at that time, we hadn't worked around to in cell electricity so everything had to be battery powered which we could buy with our meagre earnings or from incoming money. About the only thing you couldn't buy with outside money was tobacco and if you wanted the other kind of puff you needed to make special arrangements.
Well. we had about an hour of free association left and I did my regular evening promenade. I wandered down to a pal's cell, another gay and told him that I was moving cell without making too much of it, I ponced a tea from him and wandered down to my usual noseying station outside my own cell and proceded to perv. Spot on seven thirty Chris appeared at his door and this time glanced up and I swore I saw him wink, a second later he was on his way to the showers.
This time I was a bit quicker, stipped and towelled up I was down that iron staircase in a flash. I couldn't imagine a lot would happen but at least I'd get to oggle his nude and soapy body, enough for a night's good wanking.
I walked into the place making as much noise as possible, that was traditional by the way and if you can't work out why then you haven't really been getting into the spirit of the place.
For a place that was supposed to be maximum security the shower was a letdown, there were two stalls that were fully visible from the door then another four that weren't and there was the sound of running water coming from one of these. I wasn't really concerned about anyone wandering in as funnily enough Chris was the only one who seemed to use the place at that time of night... and now there was me. I removed my towel and walked around the corner and there was Chris doing his vision bit. Running water, soapy water, slick body, the works.
'Tasty,' I muttered as I occupied the stall facing him and began to luxuriate in the warm water.
'Ain't to bad yourself.' he grinned. 'Did Randall see you?'
'Yeah. All systems go for ten tomorrow.'
'Good film on tomorrow afternoon. Wanna go?'
'Yah, why not,' I laughed. 'I like my films.' We got to see one old film once a week although our Block's allocated time was Saturday afternoon which made it a bit of a non event with most of the inmates glued to the TV and Saturday sports.
'I had a look at the peter, it's all finished and the loo works OK.' Joy, we didn't have to piss in a pot anymore.
'We don't need to use it for crapping too much, the place'll stink.'
'True,' he laughed.
As far as romantic conversations go it left a lot to be desired but I was happy especially when he turned around and gave me a full session of soapy bottom even sensually rubbing his foan covered hands between his tight cheeks. He laughed when he turned around and saw me.
'What's up?'
'Gonna call you Stalky Man,' he giggled but I did notice that his sweet cock was filling out and he was up for it.
'Ten minutes,' one of the screws bellowed in the door.
'Shit,' I grasped my erection in a firm fist and slowly wanked it before turning the water down to cool rather than hot. 'All yours, baby.'
'Gawd,' he moaned as his own reached it's full stretch. 'I'm gonna wank all night,' he muttered red faced and turned away to rinse off.
I moved across the small tiled floor area and grabbed his hips and planted a sloppy kiss on his neck quickly prodding between his slippery cheeks with my hardness. 'Sleep tight, I'll be dreaming of you.' I stepped back and grabbed my towel and fled before things got out of hand. I'd got this far and it would be criminal to go and fuck up now. I had a boyfriend and a double cell for a month or so, chances like that are once in a blue moon scenarios in a place like Wormwood Scrubs.
I knew in spite of all the so called security and vigilance by the staff that a lot of blind eyes were turned and that a lot of romancing and sex happened. But apart from the sex mad Benton this was my first opportunity and most likely my last. Caution and super caution were the watchwords. I had found out sometime in the past that if you were caught in the act as it were you finished up in solitary, after that the partnership was split and you could finish up anywhere. I didn't finish up going back to C Block this close to my release. I know I had eight months to go but I was happy or reasonably so in D Block and I'd made a fair number of pals. It would do, well, it would have to do, it wasn't as if I had much choice.
The next morning I was up like a lark on one of the new drugs that had just started to circulate. I was buzzing. A change of cell was an event by itself sad as it sounds and being on the As would save all that trudging up and down those bloody stairs. The thought just crossed my mind writing this; I wonder if anyone ever had a heart attack climbing upto the Ds, it was a hell of a way up in the air. Forget any impressions you may have from 'Porridge' about small cell blocks, these blocks were absolutely huge. Anyway, I digress.
Promptly at ten I was at the new or refurbished cell, I think Chris and I standing there must have amused the friendly screw, we must have looked like a pair of honeymooners on reflection, even Chris' normally surly face wore a smile. 'Sorry I can't give you the keys,' the officer who clearly had a bent sense of humour smiled. 'But it's all yours, move in when you like. Of course we did an inspection and it was going to be cramped. I fair chunk had been taken off the end for a toilet and partition, it lost you around a yard off the cell's length I estimated. The bed was no problem, they'd just put one bunk on top of the other as in C Wing. The only other difference that I could spot was that the ceiling light now had in inside switch that had never been fitted in the old cells.
'What bunk do you want?' I asked Chris.
'Top?'
'Fine.' That was it, that was the only thing to negotiate. Oh, yeah, the other thing that had put in an appearance was a triangular cupboard in the corner of the cell where the pointy table and steel chamber pot used to live. No big deal there but it did mean that the infamous slopping out was a thing of the past. No more stinky pots in the cell overnight and all I needed to get used to was living or sharing with another after quite some time solo. Could shaggers or lovers become friends? I don't know, we both had our own circle of friends already and time would tell. No advertising, no silly slips, they were the Golden Rules we needed to observe. People could think what they liked but they wouldn't know for sure unless either of us spilled the beans.
By lunchtime we were settled in and after lunch it was film time. We didn't get on like a house on fire mind you, Chris was quite a morose person, even when his two big mates rolled up he did a very offhand introduction and I probably chatted more to the one called Paul more than Chris. In the end we all trooped off to the pictures and sat right at the back, I was beginning to feel quite laddish with this lot of meat around me. Even Benton gave me a funny look in passing but he was another one that would have to go on hold for the duration. The place we used for a cinema was also used as a makeshift gym so it wasn't actually darkened out just shaded. The film was one of those awful Carry On things and everyone just took the mickey and chatted through it, I was delighted when it was finished. I was just counting down the hours and minutes until the eight o'clock bang up and the end of the communal day, after that it was just Chris and myself in our bridal suite.
I thought Paul took took to me, he seemed to make a point of dragging me into their conversation not that Chris had a lot to say. The other 'biggy', Peter was less forthcoming but towards the end of the afternoon he was including me in the chat, the odd one out was Chris which was weird. We had our tea, supper, call it what you will in our cell and Chris seemed to brighten up a little.
'You seemed a bit down at the film,' I remarked being rather careful what I said.
'Well, it's Peter and Paul.'
'The two apostles.'
'Yeah, right,' he laughed at last. 'They're probably having evil thoughts right now.'
'Why should they?'
'Come on,' he snapped. 'I volunteer to share a cell with someone who isn't in our little circle. What the hell do you think they're thinking.' He looked at me over his meal. 'They have clocked you draped over that balcony spying you know.'
'Everyone does it.'
'I know but you were always ogling me and they knew that.'
'So... what's your point.'
'My point is, Slutface. They probably think I volunteered to shack up with you for the sex... the love that dare not speak it's name and all that crap.'
'Well...' I sat back and looked at him. 'You have the two options. You've either put it across that I do a great blow job or... you've got to play it cool and deny anything and everything. Your choice.'
'Mmmmm...' He suddenly laughed. 'We'll let it run as it is, you can always give Paul a treat, you seemed to be getting on OK.'
'You seemed to be getting on Ok with Peter,' I countered.
'Always had a bit of a thing on him,' he grinned. 'Anyway, what we doing tonight?'
'Staying in I think.'
'Yeah, who wants to walk down the pub on a night like this.'
'I was beginning to think you'd gone off me, having second thoughts sort of thing.'
'Nah,' he laughed and dove back into his food. 'I'll still shag you tonight.'
'Goes both ways, pal,' I gave him a mock snarl.
'Hope so,' he gave a surprisingly boyish giggle. 'Banking on it, in fact.'
Well, that was that. All back on track and the afternoon's little moody a thing of the past. I could see his point, he had his two big tough mates and as he was being protected by them he was also a bit concerned of what they might think of him. You can hardly act like the thugs from hell one minute and then casually jump inside a fellow inmates knickers the next. Mind you, the Krays set a good precedent. Well, the dust would settle eventually I was sure and it wouldn't surprise me if Paul didn't make some sort of approach in the near future. I didn't know about the other, Peter but time would tell. it could be the beginning of another little 'sex club' of which I was convinced there were a couple around being kept well under wraps.
It was a point that when you were landing lurking you always noticed the odd cell which you knew was occupied by two guys and there was a third draped over the railings outside. Anti social or guard dogging, who knew but one could hazard a guess. The situation may have had nothing to do with sex, they may have been dealing dope or tobacco trading but I had a dirty mind and always assumed the worst (or the best). The more the merrier as far as I was concerned. People who live in glass houses aren't supposed to throw stones.
The evening rolled on and Peter and Paul (right pair of Christian's these two) rolled up and spent half an hour or so and they had a brew up of foul tea, I rather gathered that this was a ritual of some sort and set out to blend in. A couple of my pals popped by to survey the scene but didn't linger when they saw the company I had, even the dreaded Benton showed his face and was quite chatty with Chris... I would be asking some questions on that front a bit later. But at long last eight o'clcock came and we went through the evening routine of lockdown. This went on for a long time on a weekday but on a Saturday it seemed to go on forever.
I was always surprised that the screws took it so well, there were bodies all over the place and it turned into some sort of cat and mouse game... 'find that prisoner' sort of thing, a bit like the English Sheepdog Trials on the box.
Last shouts, last bit of number calling by the screws and once they were happy that everyone was where they should be that was the end of it. The grand finally came when the night staff came on just after eight and counted us all again only this time through the peephole. We'd both been in there long enough to know that the night staff wore slippers and cruised around in reasonable silence but no way could they get rid of the sound of that bloody great bunch of keys and that enormous chain. When it was really quiet you could hear them coming by the sound of the snick of the peephole cover, anyway, after a bit of time you knew their schedule.
The did a lights out run around ten thirty and then a final one at eleven... with the new cell's coming into being the lighting would become the inmates concern, you could have the thing on or off I don't think the screws would mind either way. To the best of my knowledge they didn't do another check until around five in the morning when they roused out the kitchen hands and that was it. They opened up at seven and then the whole dreary routine started again.
'Do you think they'll give us an extra check being doubled up?' I looked at Chris as he flopped on my lower bunk making himself at home.
'Nah, it's Burton. He'll be in the control box with the others watching their little tele.'
'Burton, the one with the big hooter and bald head?'
'That's him,' Chris grinned. 'He's kosher, not a bad guy.'
'Good,' I looked at him and smiled. 'I didn't know you knew young Mr Benton.'
'Everyone knows young Mr Benton. I've the funny feeling that Peter and Paul might have shared him at one time.'
'Really,' I was astonished. 'Didn't they say anything?'
'Don't be a prat,' he laughed. 'They wouldn't would they. Same as I wouldn't say anything about what we get upto.'
'Good,' I stretched out on the bed head to toes making sure he could see my semi stiffy outline in my blue denims.
'Yummy,' he smirked. 'Pity you've got to wait another three hours,' he grinned and buried his head in a cowboy book. So much for love.
An hour later I put my Den Koontz down, he was a bloody good author and I would normaly been stuck in one of his plots to the exclusion to the world around me but Chris' leg pressing against mine ruled that out. My mind wandered looking at what i could see of his face past his own paperback. Line of sight, ostrich with it's head in the sand... anyone looking through the peephole couldn't actually see onto the bottom bunk, the could see everything in the cell other than where we were laying. The reason was quite simple, our damp towels were hung over the bed's end, the metalwork was festooned with damp towels masking the actual bed and quite obviousy who was on it.
A full scale naked sex scene wasn't very realistic but something a little less adventurous could be achieved. I moved up on the bed and Chris glanced at me, smiled and returned to his book.
He nearly took off like a nervous or over timid animal as my hand ran up his denim clad leg and fondled his groin.
'Jeez, Mick,' his head shot around to the door and naturally enough all he could see was towel. I could hear the gears and cogs rattling in his brainbox as he slolwy relaxed. 'Sex maniac,' he muttered fondly as my hand rubbed his lump and I felt the fleshy snake within start to solidify. He moved down the bed a bit closer to me and allowing me better access.
'Fancy a matine,' I smirked and outlined his hardness in his blue denims with my hand, smoothing the material and feeling the warmth seeping through the cloth.
'Keep this up and I'll cum in my knickers,' he whispered.
'Can't have that,' I shuffled up and started to undo the waistband and the fly buttons.
'Aaah,' he groaned and pushed up into my hand and shuuffled down a little more so that he was comfortably in the cente of the bed, from a casual peep we could even be playing cards or having a natter. Of course it was Saturday night and we knew perfectly well we had decent (or lazy) screws on and they were in the Main Control watching their portable television.
'Nice,' I delved into his trousers and felt the warmth and hardness shrouded by his prison briefs. Hot, hard and inviting. He made gentle mewing sounds as I softly squeezed it and traced it's outline as it achieved it's full stretch laying up his body pointing to his hip.
He wasn't a big boy physically, in fact, technically he was a man not a boy but he was shorter than I was and all the more cuddly because of that. His erection didn't measure upto the so called 'national average' but it was a healthy growth of around five and a bit inches (that's an estimate not a precise measurement for the purists). It was big enough and from the damp spot by his waistband juicy enough.
'No, no,' he tried to push me away but I was lost, I hooked my finger in his elastic waitband and pulled it out, his gleaming cockhead slid free right into my mouth. 'Aaaaah...' Chris moaned and thrust up into my mouth, he'd given up the struggle. I could taste his slippery cum and took more and more of his fleshy hardness into my mouth as I pulled down the front of his briefs, firstly his small pubic bush came into sight and then I cleared his heavy scrotum so it had space to breathe. He ruffled my hair and slowly pumped into my wet and salivating mouth.
'Hope the screw doesn't decide to do a spot check,' he smiled down at me nervously as I looked up at him slowly and sensually slipping my lips up and down his hot flesh. I could see his blue veins outlined quite clearly and his twitching penis seemed about to burst from it's skin. His foreskin had now totally disappeared and his blood engorged glans was weeping into my mouth. I swallowed and slurped tasting his sweet essence. 'I can't hold it,' he croaked and started to move my head up and down on his slippery pole. I just slipped my hands inside his trousers and under his warm body clasping his soft yet muscular bottom. Jeez, he had the arse of a sixteen year old kid not a twenty year old man. I took one firm cheek in each hand and took his slippery flesh in as far as I could, I could taste and feel his swollen glans in the back of my throat when he came.
I nearly drown in cum. His thick white juices slipped and splattered into the back of my throat and I felt his spunk sodden knob glide right into my gullet spewing a massive cum which had me choking and spluttering as I swallowed and gulped, I had to draw clear before I drown in his cum.
'Jeez,' I held his swollen manmeat as it gave another two long squirts up over my eyes and lips and then two lesser spurts onto his navel and brown haired pubics. As he tried to fend me off and lay in peace I lapped the puddle from his belly button and licked his curly hairs clean. Satisfied at last I sat back and allowed him to replace his limpo back into his clothing and get himself sorted out.
'You drained me,' he grinned cheerfully and threw his cowboy book across the cell. 'For that you get to go first tonight,' his eyes dropped.
'First what?' I asked stupidly.
'Don't be a dummy,' he reddened. 'You get what you want... first. Then me.'
That was it, all cut and dried, all we had to do was survive another hour until the lights finally got turned off. Of course under the new setup we could have turned our own lights off but that wouldn't stop the eleven o'clock check. It would be better if we were in bed by then pretending to be trying to sleep.
That's exactly what we did, we were laying in our beds, he up in the air and me down below when the final check of the night arrived. After that we heard the footfalls of the screws and the distinctive clicks of the peephole covers as each inmate was checked. After that the less than quite voices calling out the landing numbers to control and that was the end of another day. If you listened closely at the door you could hear the screws sorting out tea and congregating at the main Control Box in the centre of the Wing and the muted sound of their televison.
I lay in the near dark and gently moved in the bed, thank Christ it was a non squeaker otherwise we'd be doing what we planned on doing on the floor.
I heard him move and then his legs came over the edge of the bed followed by his naked body and he was in on top of me. 'Hi, lover boy,' I saw his teeth flash in a grin and his lips were on me. I clasped his warm boyish body and we rolled around until we were spooned up on our sides and my hardness was between his legs with my belly nestling against his soft bottom. 'Hope you've got stacks of spit,' he said nervously.
'Gallons,' I nibbled at his ear and dry humped between his tightly clamped legs.
Last check on the silence factor outside and it was as quiet as a grave. I started to kiss down his smooth back and as he wriggled himself into more comfort I started to kiss his smooth tighly clenched cheeks first one and then the other. Finally, the ultimate. Spreading his tight little arse I lapped and salivated between his cheeks delving into his crack finally locating his pucker with my tongue. As he squirmed and wriggled I lapped and sucked at his pulsating ring until it was slippery and sodden.
'Go on, hurry,' he gasped pushing his middle towards me. I rubbed my hardness between his slippery mounds and pushed. 'Jeez,' he flinched and groaning clutched the bedding as I achieved entry and started to move in and out relaxing and opening him up. 'Yeah... go on,' he urged pushing back and absorbing more of my raging hardon. That was all the encouragement I needed. Holding his hips I started to move in and out of his delicious tightness forcing my way into his silken skinned passage until he gave a final moan and relaxed totally allowing me to glide into my root. 'We got there,' he muttered and then gave a short laugh. 'Excellent,' he wriggled on my fleshy spike and his sweet bottom slowly pushed back onto my movements.
We moved around on the bed until we were both laying full length with me doing him in the traditional way, my belly nestling in the small of his back and my hips moving up and down shafting him deep and hard. He was a beautiful fuck to be perfectly honest and just as crude, he was tight and he flexed his bottom as I slid in and relaxed as I slid out. I gloried in his heat and his tightness and I could have served the rest of my sentence inside his sweet little thuggish body. Well, thuggish isn't the right word but you know what I mean, he was barely more than a street kid and he knew a bloody site more about life 'inside' than I did. I ploughed his sweet arse slowly and with feeling until he began to push onto me really hard demanding more without any words being spoken. Once we'd got into our stride and determined that the bunkbed was a non creaker we went to town. I don't know if it was the nervous suspense or what but I was so hard it was aching and when I came it was a super cum. I felt myself drain into him in long, hot squirts and spurts and finally subsided onto his sweat soaked back glued together in sexual effort and lust.
'Gawd, that was something else,' he gasped as I gently withdrew from his tenderised and flooded hole. 'I am such a mess.'
'Lovely mess,' I kissed him and he returned it with passion.
'Better get back in my bed,' he cocked his head and we heard the soft jingle of keys. 'Just made it.' He hurriedly clambered back onto his bed and we heard the soft footfalls of the duty screw but suprisingly they passed us by.
Another hour went by and it must have been around two in the morning. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about sex with Chris, how good and surprisingly how sweet. I had to do it again and hopefully every night until we returned to single cells. We'd have to be so careful but the sex and the loving was worth the risk, there was little enough sex and a damn sight less loving to be had at that stage of my life. I was just dozing off finally when I felt movement, I felt my mattress go down at the edge and knew it was his foot, he was getting from his bunk and coming down.
'You awake?' His breath was warm against the side of my face.
'Yeah,' I whispered.
I heard him laugh softly and then the touch of something on my face, a rub and a smear. He was working his erection across my cheek as I lay there if that wasn't a hint I didn't know what was. I reached out and grabbed it bringing it to my lips and licked the swollen glans feeling the bland taste of his precum. I tossed my bedding clear with one hand and with the other virtually dragged him on on top of me as I spread myself out as much as I could.
Was he man or mouse?
Man or man-boy obviously. He crouched on the low ceilinged bunk and managed to get between my legs raising my knees to my chest, he clearly knew what he wanted and although not what you'd call a natural bottom I was open to offers. His slippery knob slipping up and down my crack was such an offer. Pretty right for a prison, it was an offer I wasn't going to refuse.
He mashed his lips onto mine and pushed in slowly but firmly. I felt myself open up, this was my first time bottoming for over a year so it was a bit of an experience. His entry hurt a bit but I wasn't going to wimp out and as he got himself comfortable he started to fuck. I rested my legs on his smooth back and he rumped away kissing almost all the time. If he wasn't kissing he was nuzzling at my sweaty neck and he dug away like a hampster on steroids. He was good, I'll give him that. I even wondered if he'd had the Benson experience but for now his hot cock slipping in and out of my gut was enough.
'Micky, Micky... aaaah,' he rammed in tightly and stayed in and then it came. I felt his hardness seem to swell and then the blessed pumping as he offloaded what seemed to be a super cum. I felt the warm splashes inside me and then the wetness at my pucker, he'd filled me. He lay on me as his deflating penis softened and then slipped free. Onf final kiss on the nose and he was back up into his bunk. 'That was a blinder,' he whispered over the side of his bed.
'A soggy one,' I giggled stuffing a towel between my legs. 'Good job we've got a toilet,' I slipped from my bed and voided the babies. The noise didn't matter as he was busy up on his bunk having a case of hysterics.
Just before I got back into my bunk I stood my him in the dark my face just about level with his on the top bunk. He turned to face me and I saw his eyes gleam. 'That was fun,' he spoke softly and I saw the flash of his teeth as he grinned.
'It'll be better tomorrow night,' I promised and kissed him goodnight. It was over for the night and it had been good. The sort of kid (or man) I'd like to do it with on a nice big bed in private. I'd have to check his relase date and, of course, there were Peter and Paul to investigate. Time would tell.
THE END
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'J.E.H.' Nifty/Beginnings 25 July 2004
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