Prisoner C0C5UK3R 69

Kenny stood outside glad to be away from his cellmate. He did not know what was going on and to be truthful he did not want to. He stared around his new home. He could see people moving around in and out through open doors. There were several warders on duty and they walked around, but he noticed they did not come up to the fourth floor. He could see across the well into the cell on the opposite landing, the door was wide open and, he rubbed his hands across his eyes. He could see two men on one of the beds. One was on top of the other and he was moving, moving. Kenny could not believe it; the man on top was fucking the other man in the arse. Kenny felt time had stood still except for the movement of the men’s buttocks in the cell across the landing as they fucked. Between Kenny and the cell the noise of the wing echoed around the open space, down the landings to the ground level he could see people just walking around but up here, ‘where your screams can’t be heard’ there was a different world. A terrifyingly different alien world to any that Kenny had experienced in his short eighteen years of life.

Unable to look away Kenny watched as the man on top began to thrust harder and harder, grinding into the man underneath him until. Behind Kenny distracting him from the other side, the door to his cell opened and the young man came out. Swiftly Kenny turned back to watch the boy leave. He was licking his lips and Kenny thought his lips looked swollen, he also looked satisfied and had a Madonna like smile on his face. Kenny noticed the boy’s eyes glittered with some sort of emotion and he was aware of the lump between the youth’s legs that tented his tight fitting prison trousers.

“Like what you see?” the boy spoke to him, “want a closer look?” and the boys’ hand began to move the zipper downwards.
“Er oh God NO,” said Kenny almost shouting and backing away.
“Shame.” smiled the youth and added darkly almost jealously, “he’s all yours now, but he won’t be much use for some time – if you get my drift,” and pouting the boy swayed away down the stairs to the next landing. Reluctantly Kenny re-entered his cell.

“Leave the door open,” Len snarled at Kenny, “let’s get rid of that prick teaser’s perfume and Kenny pushed open the door. He sniffed, he agreed there was a perfume smell but he could smell something else, he was not sure what it was, sorta musky, suddenly Kenny recalled the cell opposite and looked out the door. The opposite door was still open, only this time one man lay on the bed and the other knelt beside him. Fascinated Kenny watched trying to work out what was going on and then as the man on the bed jerked upwards and the man kneeling down relaxed he realised that the kneeler had been wanking the other man, and as he watched they, they they kissed, Kenny felt revolted.

He turned to look at his cellmate. Len was lying on his back, again he was smoking, one of the tailor mades in fact Kenny noted and then the next sight he saw caused him yo suck in his breath sharply. Len was now naked, the thick tube of flesh between his legs gleamed slightly and a glob of sticky, pearly liquid detached itself from the head and slid slowly down Len’s right thigh. Shocked Kenny now knew what the other smell was, it was cum.

Len smiled, “Not a bad cocksucker that one, but these fags are better. I think I’ll have to put my price up for that one if he can get me these,” and he swirled the cigarette through its own smoke trail. Kenny looked at the satisfied man and ran to the toilet where he wretched. Len smiled contentedly, stroking once again his favoured cock and liking the line of Kenny’s’ arse outlined in the air as he bent over the crapper. He squinted and slid down the bed slightly so he could line up the end of his cock with the tip of Kenny’s arse, ‘Looks a good tight fit’, he thought pleasantly and began to work out his plan of action.
At last the noise subsided and Kenny knelt up and began to take deep breaths. His strength returned and he managed to stand up, enough to wash his face in the sink. Blinded by water, he found the towel and began to dry his face, feeling better he started to dry his hands and shrieked when he realised he was not holding a towel but the stained briefs Len had been wearing earlier. Len laughed at Kenny’s discomfort, “Stupid Fucker,” he thought.

He stood up, “Y’kin lie down now,” he told a white faced Kenny and moved to the other bed. Tired and exhausted Kenny moved towards the bed, he looked down to see the slight trail of Len’s dribbled semen where it had landed on the blanket and then looked back at the naked hulk who was watching him intently through half-closed glittering eyes. Kenny hesitated a moment, straightened up almost rebelliously then his nervous exhaustion got the better of him and he fainted onto the bed. Len left him there, 'he’d strip him later', he thought, 'the boy would learn soon enough'. He turned his thoughts to the cocksucker who had serviced him earlier, he felt his balls, they were still full. He ambled to the doorway, stepped outside and rested the tip of his knob on the railing. There was a rush of feet on the stairs and he looked at the five men that made it onto the landing. He didn’t like freebies but occasionally it helped to keep the interest flowing. ‘Fucking nonce’s’ he thought, but most of them could blow good, he looked over the trembling group and decided on expertise rather than good looks.
“You,” he pointed at the older of the men, who stepped happily forward and followed him inside the cell. “ Hold it,” said ‘the Prick’ before the man stepped inside. “Strip,” he commanded. The man obliged and left his pile of clothes outside the door, they would be safe there. Len looked at the rest of the group, “Ok,” he said grudgingly, “If you want to watch, then strip but no cum in my cell. There was a flurry of activity and four more from the steps joined the throng on the landing.

“the Prick must be giving a freebie,” said one of the warders’s below who was standing outside one of the new boy’s cells. Inside his colleague who was fucking one of the new prisoners who had come in with Kenny remarked, “In that case Cocker, we don’t have to rush it, you can move it a bit slower, more nicer.”
“Yes Sir,” grunted Cocker,” relaxing the speed of his rectal muscles, it was nice to have Mr Bane’s cock back up his arse and to make it more pleasant began to think about what had got him back inside this time. Again he heard the squeal of delight as he’d sucked the young boys cock for the fourth time that week in the bike shed, It was still a shame that bastard of a caretaker had caught them. Above him Mr Bane began to grunt with his impending climax and his colleague began to strip down ready to take his place. They knew they should have really taken him up to the fourth floor but with Len ‘the Prick’ giving it for free most of the size queens would be too busy to notice the breach of practise.

Back on the fourth floor Len’s choice was proving his worth and a silken sheen of sweat had started to cover Len’s tattoos, he began to breath deep, the man had managed to get all the massive head of Len’s cock in his mouth and was struggling to try and get even more in and it was having the desired effect. Len glanced over the naked audience and the latecomers trying to get a glimpse through the doorway. His cellmate was completely hidden from his sight but he was the last thing on his mind.

“Len, Lenny baby please,” one of the queens who had joined the throng at the door pleaded, “bring it out on the landing, give us all a bit of happiness.”
Len squinted and giving his sucker no warning stood up. The man nearly fell over as he tried and failed to keep that massive glistening purple headed monster encased in his over-stretched mouth.

“Awright,” grunted Len and shambled to the door. Standing outside he gave them a minute to arrange themselves and then he let the cocksucker begin his work again. A third of the wing had gathered naked on the fourth floor landing and a lot of cocks were furiously being stroked as Len ‘the Prick’ put on his show. “Suck faster,” he told the man, he could not recall his name, Len was no good at names, but he could put faces to suckers and he knew this man was an expert. As he speeded up the various hands also increased their respective paces and as Len delivered his long awaited load, that spurted out the side of the man’s mouth, a rain of glittering, pearly white strands began to fall into the well of the wing, dripping down to the ground floor below.
“What the fuck,” said Chief Senior Warden Mr Carter as he just missed being splattered by the sudden rainstorm of cum that had appeared from above. “The Prick’ he thought and called out, “Bane, where the fuck are you?”

Warder Bane appeared from the second floor cell where he had just removed his cock from Cockers eager mouth whilst his colleague had worked through his fuck. “Coming Sir,” he called as he hid his zipping up action from the boss who he knew would not take kindly to the breach of practise. Behind him Warder Reynolds was just cumming and he reasoned he could give Andy time to finish off proper and get dressed. As he packed his new hard-on away he knew he would have to take Cocker upstairs to finish him off; after all he was supposed to welcome back the old lags and what better way to welcome back Cocker than with an arsefull and a mouthful of Bane spunk.

“Just get ‘the Prick’ back inside his cell and the others back to theirs, they’ll be fucking on the landings next’ and for fuck’s sake,” he added looking at the steadily joining pools of cum on the floor, “get that mess cleaned up. If the Guvno’r saw this, its us who’d be inside rather than this lot.” As an afterthought he added looking at the sea of semen, “and send that boy from C30 to me. I think I want some cream for my coffee.”

Warder Bane surveyed the mess and began to bark orders. The Trustee’s emerged from their ground floor cells and naked began to clean up the mess. He told them to stop the mad prisoner from licking up the cum straight from the floor and put him to licking clean the railings which were likely to be more clean to start with. The boy from C30 was summoned and sent on his needy errand. Warder Reynolds appeared from Cockers cell and as he finished dressing he was despatched to get the group back inside their cells and just managed to stop a three way from developing on the landing. Warder Bane deciding that order had now been restored returned to Cockers cell to finish welcoming him back to A wing.

Upstairs on the fourth floor Len ’the Prick’ lay on his bed; his balls actively preparing someone’s next meal and waited for Kenny to revive. He hoped the boy would be very, very hungry. In cell B12 the man who had sucked Len, was massaging his throat carefully whilst his cellmate sat on his cock as a thank you for the pleasure his talent had brought to an otherwise fuck of a day. In Mr Carter’s office the coffee cream boy was obliged to reload from Mr Carter’s more than adequate supply of man cream as life in A wing returned to normal.
In the world outside a twelve year old boy began to first of many letters which delivered by an enlightened solicitor would keep the recipient in fags for months. ‘Dear Mr Cocker’ it began, ‘I miss you so much. My cok thinks of you often and my bruvver dos to. We are doing the thngs you shewd us but its not like when you done it. Our nobs hav’t grown any yet but we let the sun at them like you said. My mum tells us we must were our nikers but we take em off as sune as she has gone. I promiss I will rite often and let you now how we ar doing. My bruvver has spunct on this paper and it wil be my turn nxt time. It took time to dry.
I luv you Davey’
And underneath was written ‘an so do I Billy’

Inside the prison on the fourth floor Kenny stirred.

To be continued