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 Cell Mates: by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   Mr McFee dwarfed the lad, who could not have been more than five foot
four inches.  Even in his prison uniform the lad was attractive
none-the-less, with his blonde hair and peaches-and-cream complexion: by
the look of his face he did not have to shave often, and would have very
little body hair beyond the golden triangle of his pubes.  He may have been
short and slender but it looked as if his body would be proportioned, and
if his thin white-striped shirt was a bit loose and large, his equally thin
blue trousers were tight across his bum, and it certainly looked as if that
might prove to be his best feature.  Cohen certainly hoped so and his cock
woke up and twitched at the prospect.  He must be eighteen to be here at
all, but you could have mistaken him for an average fifteen year old, and
all the more enticing for that!

   The boy had down-cast eyes, and if he was frightened and disorientated
who could blame him: Mr McFee was so big and authoritarian, and this other
guy was almost as big, and with his naked chest so sun-tanned and hairy,
really barrel-chested with those strong pecs....  almost like tits, but
obviously sheer muscle and not soft flesh,,,, well, he was disturbing in
his masculine sexuality.  The boy felt a shiver go down his spine.

   Mr McFee was saying something and the boy realised he should be
listening: he needed to learn very quickly if he was to survive here.
'......and I'm looking to you, Cohen, to take good care of him.  We
don't want him to come to any harm.  He's an attractive boy and there are

some real villains here!'

   'You amaze me, Mr Mcfee!  Villains?  Here?  My word!  But you can rely
on me: the others won't get a look in'.

   'That's settled then!'

   As usual the door slammed behind McFee when he left.

   ........a...............................................  It had started
three days before.  Mr McFeee had alredy made his second visit to the
luxurious Surrey farmhouse where Danny Cohen had settled with his Italian
wife, Donna, who was also his business partner.  He handed Cohen the
package she had made up for him, and watched as Danny opened it.  A carton
of two hundred cigarettes: Cohen did not smoke but ciggies were the useful
small change of currency.  A roll of five pound notes....  even more
useful! A box of condoms and a lube dispenser.  He laughed.

   'My wife knows I swing both ways, Mr McFee.'

   'Nothing wrong with that, Cohen.  Useful trick here, and we all know a
bit of the other makes up for a lot of little difficulties.'

   'You're a wise man, Mr McFee.  Donna gave you the weekly fifty as
agreed?'

   'Yes!  no problem there.  She's a wise girl too, your Donna, and very,
very sexy.'

   'It's her living,Mr McFee.  Photographic modelling, and dare I say it
some porn films....  she's a bit of a star.'

   'I thought I recognised her from somewhere........'

   'She told me when she called last night she finds you sexy, Mr McFee. 
She likes big, strong, ex-army men.'

   'Like you and me both, Cohen.'

   'Yup.  You can have her if you want.  I'll give her a ring and tell her
it's ok if you like.'

   'I like....'

   Every inch the ex-Sergeant he stood almost to attention while Danny
Cohen phoned his wife, and after the usual sorts of endearments, told her
that Mr McFee fancied her just as she fancied him, and her partner did not
expect her to be a nun while he was away at Her Majesty's Pleasure.

   'That's fixed then.  see how useful this phone you smuggled in for me
can be!  Just give her a ring when you can get down to Surrey and she'll be
waiting for you.  Wrapped in satin like a Christamas present.  You'll find
she likes it in all three holes.  And often!'

   'I'm glad we met, Cohen, just sorry it's in here, but I think I can do
you a favour.  We've got a lad coming in on Thursday, and from his photo
and description he's a real pretty lad.  He's going to have a hard time
here.  Going to get fucked rotten, and it would be better for him if you
could take him under your wing and protect him, especially from Masters and
his gang.'

   'What's he in for?'

   'Hacking a Bank's computers and siphoning off some cash.  Not much in
fact, but they're very touchy about it.'

   'Blonde?'

   'Yes.  I know you didn't want a cell-mate, but this would be different.'

   'You're on Mr McFee.  My Donna for your fresh meat!'

   ..........................................................

   Danny Cohen looked at the boy, meeting his eyes for a brief second
before the lad shyly looked down.  The boy just knew this man was looking
at his crotch, and he had heard so many stories about what could happen to
a young man in prison.  But surely that was in America, not England......?

   'You're Julian Bates?  I'm Danny Cohen.  We're going to be shut up
together a lot and we'll get to know each other real well.  You know what
Mr McFee meant when he asked me to take good care of you?'

   'Not really........Danny.'

   'There's guys in here would love to rape you, a pretty young lad like
you.  There's one gang in particular.  Big guy called Leroy Masters runs it
and what he says in Her Majesty's Prison Lakeworth goes most of the time.
First thing would happen is he'd rape you....  and he's hung, he's big
enough to rip a second arsehole for you if you catch him on a good day. 
Then each of his lieutenants would shag you in turn....  there's about six
of them.  Then you'd be in the sick-bay....  where a couple more would be
waiting for you....'

   'Or you can settle for nice Danny Cohen, keep him happy and his bed warm
and he'll stop all that before it starts.  Choice is yours.'

   'You'd want sex with me?'

   'I certainly would, Julian.  Oh yes indeedy-do I would.'

   'Why would that stop the others?'

   'Because the last time they annoyed me I broke Leroy Masters' arm!'

   'Guess I aint got much choice....'

   'Sensible.  And if any guy so much as lays a hand on you tell him you
belong to Danny Cohen, and Danny Cohen will break their fucking legs for
them so they better lay off.  Now come here, boy.'

   The boy flinched as the oh-so-male guy took him in his arms, lifted him
to tip-toes and kissed him.  Julian had never been kissed, not properly,
being too timid of girls and believing it unnatural between boys, but he
found this open-mouthed, tongue-touching, mouth penetrating embrace was
oddly exciting.  He flinched and his body tensed when he felt Danny's hand
on his cock, grasping it through the thin fabric of the prison uniform, but
that could not disguise the fact that his cock was getting hard.  There was
something about the confidence of the man, his muscularity, his utter
control of the situation that the boy found sexy.

   'Nice hard cock, Julian....'

   He lifted the boy up bodily and carried him to the bunk-beds, sitting
the lad on the edge of the bottom bunk, and sitting beside him.  Wordless
he undid the top button of the boy's trouser band and slid the zip down. 
The loose, white cotton underpants hid nothing of the tent made by his
erect cock.  Wordless, he slipped a hand inside and levered the cock
clear....it was near perfect.  Not small, not large, probably about six
inches long and straight, very little blonde hair on it, a fuzz really, and
a pink, cut helmet, almost pointed.  Made, in fact, for topping, Danny
thought.  Well, the boy was going to learn to be a bottom first!

   Danny had a choice and he mulled it over in his mind while he handled
that pretty cock and studied it: he could pull those trousers and pants
down, bend the boy over the bed, and shag his arse, a rape scenario.  There
would be tears and stifled screams, and a lad who might never learn to
enjoy anal sex.  Or he could attempt to seduce the boy, leading him on
further each time into the paradise of man-on-man sex until the lad
actively wanted it, wanted to be fucked in the arse and all the little
complaisances surrounding that main act.  The advantage would be a willing
sex partner, and a comfortable last three months of his sentence: worth
sacrificing the immediate satisfaction of shagging that virgin bum-hole
right now.....

   He chose the slow road to pleasure.

   Julian was astounded when this huge and macho man knelt on the floor in
front of him, opened those legs as far as the trousers round his knees
permitted, leaned forward, and took the cock in his mouth.  This was
Danny's first cock in a month and he enjoyed it, letting the shaft slip
between his lips until the whole was inside his mouth, the knob just
touching the top of his throat: he did not gag.  He had long ago controlled
that annoying reflex.

   Julian had never had a mouth on his cock, never even another hand,
except for his own when he masturbated at night.  So this was a wonderful
feeling, warm, wet, and that this macho man was actually worshipping his
body, which he had always considered to be weedy and unattractive.  Without
thinking he reached and had one hand in the man's cropped hair, the other
on those muscular shoulders.  The head bobbed up and down under his palm,
and his excitement was rising, from his arse, to his balls, to his cock,
and then he was coming.  He tried to pull out, but the guy insisted,
holding both hips tight and sucking hard on the cock, to receive first one
great jet of cum, then a second, and then for a long minute the slow oozing
and twitching of a satisfied cock.

   'Nice!  I like a good load of cum.  Good for you too?'

   Julian found words difficult it really was so good.  'Oh yes!'

   Fine.  we'll have some more later and you can suck me off.  Meal time
soon.

   Julian watched as Danny put his shirt on; you could see his pecs and
even his nipples.  This was the first guy Julian had found sexy....  but it
was also his first real sex, so that figured.

   ..............................................................

   Danny closed the book and threw it to the end of the bunk.  It was the
first of the bundle Donna had sent him via Mr McFee and had been suitably
horny, told from the viewpoint of a young boy seduced by his macho uncle,
recording his progress from frightened but excited through to willing and
eager as sexual episode followed sexual episode.  He smiled to himself
thinking this lad Julian would make the same journey over the next few
weeks.

   In the top bunk Julian was dozing, but his mind too was on matters
sexual.  He wondered if he was gay.  He did not think so as he would have
loved to slide his hand up Mandy Fowler's skirt and find her stocking tops,
an inch or two more and...., loved to have his hands on her plump
breasts......but he always blushed bright red when near her and she laughed
at him.  His cock went hard as he thought about her blonde, shoulder-length
hair.  But this guy, Danny Cohen, was sexy too, in a completely different
way but with the same effect on Julian's body.  It had been so good to feel
his strong shoulders as his cock was sucked.

   Did this mean he was gay?  Surely not!  Next time Danny would want to be
sucked off too.  There had been a huge bulge in the guy's trousers as he
sucked, and it figured that a big, muscled guy would have a big cock and
balls too...  But could he bring himself to lick it, suck it?  And what
about swallowing spunk?  Julian had never even tasted his own!

   But even as he thought about these dilemmas he was aware his own cock
was stiffening even more, despite having his balls emptied a couple of
hours earlier, despite his doubts about his own sexual orientation.

   His reveries were interrupted.

   'Hey!  Julian, come down here a moment.'

   The guy wanted some more!  Julian's heart was beating, and there was a
strange mixture of fear and excitement, of shame at that excitement, but
also that almost unbearable hardness in his cock.

   Danny watched as bare feet and slender legs emerged down the ladder,
followed by that cute bum in ugly, loose white underpants.  The boy had a
hard-on!  Soon have those pants off him and a naked cock and arse to while
away half an hour.

   Julian stopped a moment and looked down at the bottom bunk.  Danny was
laying naked on his back arms folded abobve his head, smiling.  His body
was fit and muscular, lots of black hair, especially round his cock and
balls, his cock rearing up and looking very large, to the lad who had in
fact seldom seen an adult hard cock, raging red knob and thick, veiny
shaft. As he stood on the ladder looking down Danny rolled over on his side
to show the boy his arse, muscled and strong but surprisingly small
compared with the broad, triangular back.  He was tanned, and there were no
tan-lines to spoil the effect of that smooth and sexy bum.

   He made the last couple of steps and lay on the bed beside this male
icon, his heart beating strongly and very aware his cock was making a tent
in his underpants.

   'Take them off, boy!'

   Danny was pulling at the cotton shorts, but Julian raised his bum and
slipped them down and away.  His cock looked unused to Danny, strange word,
but there was something about that quite slender cock with its small,
almost pointed helmet that spoke of innocence and inexperience to him, just
as his own cock had communicated powerful lust and the heat of sex to the
boy.  It was at least possible that the boy's only sex so far had been that
hurried oral session earlier in the morning.  Danny's cock twitched at the
realisation that this rather shy lad was probably a virgin.

   Softly, softly then!

   He pulled the boy towards him and slipped his muscular thigh between the
boy's two slender and smooth legs, arms around him and feeling the boy
clutch at him too.  He met the boy's eye and saw apprehension in them, but
also excitement, and he could actually feel the boy's heartbeat.  They
embraced, and the boy tensed as he had before, and then relaxed as, open
mouthed, they sought out each other's tongue and kissed.  Both Danny and
Julian were very conscious of hard cocks presssed against each other.

   The first lovers kiss must have lasted minutes, writhing and pressing
flesh, before Danny pushed the boy a few inches away and fixed his mouth on
one small, pink nipple, feeling it harden as he licked it: now the other
one, nibbled with gentle teeth.  The boy had nearly no chest hair, just a
few fine strands around those nipples, and Danny kissed him all the way
down his chest, pointing his tongue and penetrating belly button.  Julian
giggled...  It was almost as if there was a thread between his male tits
and his little-boy cock, the pleasure from lips on his nipple communicating
itself to his prick.

   'That tickles!'

   'Nice though?'

   'Mm.'

   Lips and tongue now down over a near hairless belly to the little
triangle of fine, golden hair, a richer gold than his ash-blonde head.

   The slenderness of the lad, his hairless, white-shafted cock, the small,
defined triangle of pubic hair, took Danny back near twenty years to his
schooldays.  A memory of a class-mate...Rodney?, no Rhoderick!...  came
back to him.  That fourteen year old boy had been just like this lad!  And
so very sexy.  They had wanked and sucked....  nothing more.  What a waste!
If Danny had known then what he knew now then there would have been anal
pleasures too.  Never mind ....  water under the bridge.

   He cradled the lad's balls in a cupped hand and felt the skin tighten
and crinkle and saw the lad's cock twitch and a droplet of clear pre-cum
form in the eye of it.  He quickly turned round on the bed so his own cock
was close to Julian's face and then closed his lips around that pretty,
pink helmet.

   For a moment Julian lost himself in the pleasure of that warmth and
wetness, the pressure on his cock head and shaft, but then he was aware of
Danny's so-much-more masculine cock actually touching his cheek, the male
scent so close to his nose.  Unthinking he licked the veiny shaft, and in
that moment the great decision had been taken.  Julian was going to suck
cock, and it was the most natural thing as he took the knob into his
wide-stretched mouth, completely inevitable, yet also strange, new and
exciting.  The groan of pleasure from his new guardian made his heart race
even faster.  Now both were bobbing back and forth, sucking cock.

   But then Danny stopped, turned the boy slightly on his side, spread his
cheeks, and kissed his anus.

   Surely not!  Surely the guy could not want to.....  But he did!  And not
only was he kissing, but he was sucking and licking too.  And now, as he
pulled the boy's cheeks further apart still, he penetrated with an
impudent, pointed tongue.

   Shocked and amazed, Julian allowed Danny's cock to slip from his mouth.
This was gross!  Disgusting!  And wholly delightful!

   He felt round Danny's back and then down a bit to caress his arse, so
smooth and silky but so hard and muscular beneath.  Without thinking, he
let his hand slip into the arse crease, side-ways on at first, but then, As
Danny moved a bit, he could feel Danny's anus with his index finger.  Still
that toungue slipped in and out his own bum, sometimes circling the rim
before entereing again.

   'Nice?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Well if you like that, you'll love this....'

   Julian watched as Danny walked the few steps over to the small locker
where he kept the few possessions they were entitled to.  His eyes were
focussed now on the man's cock, magnificent and erect, so stiff it hardly
wobbled as he walked, a drop of pre-cum dripping from it onto the cell
floor.  He returned to the bed with a tube in his hand, and lay down as
before, tongue in the boy''s arse-crease.  There was a moment, and then
Julian felt lube spread over his secret place, and amazingly, what must
have been a finger where only a tongue had ever entered, and that only the
once!

   'Oh!  No!  Please!'

   'You wait a moment.  Wait and see!'

   And in that moment the strangest sensation, making his cock twitch. 
Danny had found his virgin prostate and was pressing on it, releasing,
pressing again.  Now his mouth was round Julian's shaft again and sucking
in the same rhythm as his finger.  Julian wanted that cock some more and
took it in his mouth, eagerly this time.  He could feel the tension rising.
He was going to cum!  His pleasure was muffled but communicated itself to
his seducer, who masturbated him faster, sucked deeper and harder, and was
rewarded by a real gusher of cum, another and another.  The taste , the
silky feel, the boy's grunts of passion, all this and Danny came in the
boy's mouth.

   Within a second of feeling the hot, silky cum in his mouth the virgin
boy knew he liked it.  Liked it?  Loved it!  And the second and third
spurts were timed to accompany the last, pleasurable twitchings of his own
cum.

   They lay there several minutes, cocks still in mouths but at best
half-hard now.  Julian still feeling that finger in his bottom but
motionless now.

   Well, one question had been answered for the boy!  He was bisexual!  He
had enjoyed the feel of his cock in a guy's mouth, his mouth round a guy's
cock, and more than anything his bottom-hole invaded for the first time. 
He asked himself whether it would have been better with Mandy Fowler, and
then dismissed the question.  She was mean-minded, taunting him really, and
here was a guy who freely offered his body for pleasure, fingers, cock,
mouth.  No negotiations or "rules", no false-prudish prick-teasing.  Just
simple, no strings sexual pleasure.  The few months he would acxtually be
in prison might not be too bad after all....  bit of a holiday really.

   .......................................................................

   'Your wife is real foxy, Danny.'

   Donna had turned up visitors' day: mostly she did not as after all they
chatted on the mobile every evening.  This time she had worn a tight black
mini skirt and equally tight silk shirt.  Black stockings and knee-high
fetish boots comopleted the wet-dream effect.  Prisoners and screws could
be heard to groan as she sat down opposite her man.  Julian's visitor was
his Gran!

   'Donna?  Yes, she's sexy all right!  Right little nympho, my girl.'

   'Nympho?  And you don't mind?  I'm surprised with a girl like that you
could find me sexy too!'

   'You're sexy, Julian.  Oh yes!  Remember I'm bisexual!'

   'I think I am too!'

   'I'm sure you are, Julian.  You get out before me....'

   'I should be paroled in five weeks, they say.'

   'Six for me.  Look, Julian, why not stay with Donna when you are
released.  And I should join you soon after.  We can have some great
three-somes together.  Donna will fancy you: she likes pale and
interesting, boyish types....  actually she likes lots of types of men, and
girls too.'

   'You really don't mind then?  I mean really?'

   'I love it, Julian....  now come here and kneel down.  I fancy your male
pussy again!'

   ..................................................................

   Young Julian had lost his male virginity a few weeks earlier.

   Of course he had been frightened by the prospect as his partner's cock
was so long, and worse still so very broad, especially at the knob.  But he
was excited too, and for several days their anal play had been more
enterprising.....he knew that he could get pleasure from it, and that Danny
routinely had three fingers up his bottom now.  So it should be OK. 
But.....

   The great day Julian had been on the top bunk reading one of the
wank-books that Danny passed to him when he had finished with them.  Donna
kept them well supplied, always with gay books and the occasional tranny
story too in the weekly bundle of goodies via Mr McFee.  He had just
reached a particularly horny piece where good old Mr Jollyman the chemistry
teacher was being seduced by pretty little Joey Handle in the laboratory
storeroom.  He had caught the boy smoking and masturbating with a really
disgusting magazine full of pictures of men sucking, even fucking boys.  He
was about to launch into a self-righteous tirade when the sight of that
pretty little erect cock and those smooth, bubble-butt bottom cheeks made
his cock stand....  as it seldom did nowadays for his wife Muriel.  Joey
had spotted this and made an immediate groping approach....  the story had
developed as far as Jollyman penetrating the boy with his rampant cock as
the boy leaned against a shelf full of unused exercise books.

   Julian was well-hard!

   'Hey, Jools, come here a moment!'

   His heart leaped.  The timing was excellent.  What he needed most just
now was a kiss, a cuddle, a cock in his mouth, and a mouth round his cock.
He was naked as he came down the ladder to join his equally naked
cell-mate.

   Danny reckoned the time was right: the lad had been prepared, had
learned to enjoy his twice-daily prostate massage and three fingers
dilating his arsehole.  Today was the day!  And as his body emerged down
the ladder that cock was already nicely erect, raring to go.  Today was the
day!

   Julian was a bit surprised when with none of the usual hugging and
kissing his new lover went straight for his arsehole.  He knew how much
Danny loved to rim him but usually that was a sort of phase two of their
sex.  But he had learned to love the feel of that probing tongue, and the
rough cheeks against his tender, smooth bottom.

   As for Danny this boy's arse always made his cock twitch and drip
pre-cum.  He loved the smoothness of the skin on his thighs, the hairless
beauty of his petalled rose, pinky-brown and so tight closed for the
moment. He licked across it and then penetrated with pointed tongue.  As
the boy pushed backwards to enjoy an extra half inch, Danny reached round
to hold a cock he was appreciating more and more as the days went by.  It
could produce a real streamer of cum eventually, arcing through the air, or
more often filling Danny's mouth beyond even his experienced capacity to
swallow as it gushed forth.

   'Jeez!  That's good!'

   The usual signal for finer penetration and finger fucking.  The boy's
arse was awake and demanding more than just a tongue could offer.  A blob
of lube and the two fingers up him feeling for the lump of his prostate,
pressing, and rewarded with a sigh and "Oh, yes!"

   Round on the bed to kiss the boy now, holding him close and getting the
third finger into him, easily, the boy showing his enjoyment by sticking
his tongue deep in Danny's mouth.  A lovely thank you!

   Really passionate kissing now, side-by-side, cocks rubbing together as
they wriggled and writhed, both Julian's hands caressing and feeling
muscled arms, shoulders, back, one of Danny's stroking silky, rounded
bottom, the other pressing and relaxing, pressing, relaxing on the boy's
prostate.

   'Jeez!  I'll cum if you do that.'

   'Not yet, Jools.' He was whispering in the boy's ear, his face so close
to it.  'I'm going to fuck you, Jools.  I can feel your pussy wants it,
wants my cock.'

   A silence while Julian's mind spun.  This was the moment he had known
would come, half hoped for, half feared.  This would be his coming of age
as a gay man.  Cock-sucking was one thing: submitting wholly to this male,
giving his inner body to him quite another.  This really was gay, no
question!  Cross this bridge and the committment was total.  And suppose it
hurt!

   'It may hurt a bit first time, but that won't last.  Before I've even
cum you'll be loving it, and when I've cum you'll want it again.  I know!'

   'Have you done it, Danny?  I mean have you been fucked?'

   'Who knows how many hundred or thousand times...I started as a teen,
years and years younger than you and I should think my arse was even
tighter than yours back then.  I never really stopped, though nowadays guys
usually want me to fuck them more because I'm so beefy.'

   'I want you to as well, Danny....  but try not to hurt me.'

   'Kneel, boy!'

   This boy really made his cock twitch: there was something about this
slender, so-white as too seem nearly translucent smooth skin on his back
and bottom.  and, yes, that bum, masculine and yet not looking really
adult, certainly slender, un-muscled and boyish.  As the boy knelt on the
edge of the bed he stood on the bare boards behind him and spread his
arse-cheeks.  The secret rose was firmly closed, despite all the rimming
and masturbation that day, but he knew it would open for him.

   He spread some more lube in the crack and then greased his own cock.....
lots of lube!  A finger up the boy again to annoint the inside of his anal
sphincter and then, standing behind him adjust the boy's kneeling height up
an inch so his pink-brown arsehole was aligned with the skinned, flaring
knob, place it, and push.

   The boy's yell was muffled by a pillow, his face buried in it, but the
meaning was clear.  "Stop!  It hurts!"

   Too late.  What man can stop once he's inside the pussy?  We all know
the answer to that!

   Danny pushed more and his cock slid right in till his hairy thighs met
that smooth bum, and was suddenly gripped tight by the boy's arse spasming.

   Pause.  wait for it to pass, and now out as far as the knob, and another
long slow penetration.

   Fucking now!

   A bit faster and the protests subside till the boy is silent.

   More fucking, a bit faster, a bit rougher.  feel his buttocks.  slap
them.

   Thighs crashing into bum now, and bum wriggling.

   The boy feeling pleasure until.....

   'Oh yes, Danny.  Oh yes!  Harder.  More!  faster!  Shit!  I'm gonna
cum!'

   He felt under the boy and grasped the lad's cock.  Just one sliding rub
on it and his hand bathed in the lad's cum.

   First fuck a success!  now he could allow himself to cum and with some
relief he unloaded into the boy.....probably four great spurts, possibly
five: after all he had been waiting several days for this final sexual act.

   ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

   Now oral sex was just the prelude for their thrice daily and nightly
fucking.

   Prison didn't seem too bad to either of them.  How could one get the
leisure time for so much cock and arse anywhere else?

   ...............................................

   However, even good things have to come to an end, and one afternoon Mr
McFee came in, shutting the cell door behind him as usual The cell-mates
had just fucked and the boy was still kneeling on the edge of the bed....
his anus still not closed.

   'Been having some fun, Cohen?  can't say I blame you.  Looks very tasty
like that, he does!

   'Why not cut yourself off a bit, Mr McFee.  I'm sure he won't object.'

   A wiggle of the slender arse and a murmured 'Mmmmmmmmm' confirmed that.

   'I'll watch the door for you, Mr McFee, stand in front of the spy-hole.'

   The warder was already undoing his belt and letting his trousers and
pants fall to his boots.  He was indeed up for it.

   Danny thought as he looked at a long, broad and gnarled cock which had
clearly seen a lot of use, he thought no wonder Donna liked McFee.  The guy
was hung!

   Julian was surprised at the sudden discomfort, which he had not felt for
some time, but Mr mcFee's cock was much broader than Danny's, and was of
course only the second the boy had sampled.

   Any way, it was good, and Mr McFee was shagging him even harder than
Danny at his most passionate.

   Danny looked at them, his head in front of the peephole in case any
warder felt like peeping in, and as he watched Mr Mcfee's arse muscles
clench and unclench with each thrust he thought this was just the sort of
beefy, powerful guy he liked to fuck him.  Yes, pale and interesting guys
were good to fuck, but to be fucked you really needed a muscle man. 
Interesting how it was sometimes good to submit.  When he got out he must
set up some 3-somes with McFee and Donna: she loved seeing Danny being
fucked and fucking boys!

   But Mr Mcfee had finished and was wiping his cock on Danny's bed-sheet.
Luckily there was no brown!

   'Good news, Bates.  Parole Board met this morning and you're away
Saturday.  You got somewhere to stay?'

   'He's staying at my place for a while, Mr McFee'.

   'With Donna?  You lucky boy!  I'll probably see you there.  Have some
more of your pretty arse.'

   He slapped the boy's bum with his open palm and the shap sound echoed.'

   Julian sat up on the bed, his cock hard.

   'Duty calls.'

   Checking his flies were done up he let himself out and the cell door
crashed behind him as usual.

   'He visits Donna then?'

   'Yup.  She likes big strong men.  In fact she likes nearly all men....
likes cock really.  But she only likes beautiful girls.'

   'You don't mind that....  I mean the men?'

   'Turns me on: and so does your hard cock.  Lay down and I'll suck you
off......'

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   Donna had been waiting in her BMW convertible, with the roof down.  She
looked a million dollars with her long blonde hair and tight silk dress. 
As they drew away into the traffic the boy could scarcely take his eyes off
her tanned, bare legs, naked to mid thigh.

   Donna liked being admired, and the boy's obvious attention was turning
her on.  Bed as soon as they arrived, she decided, and put her foot down on
the accelerator, taking no notice at all of speed limits.

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   'This is my room' she said.  'I'll show you yours later, but first....'

   Her hand was on his crotch as they kissed, and she felt it stiffen.  She
broke off, leaving the boy feeling almost dazed as she reached behind
herself for the zip and the silk dress fell in a pool at her feet.  No bra,
her tits were perfect.  White satin french knickers.

   Laughing at his bewilderment she kissed him again, but this time her
fingers were fussing at his belt, undoing it and letting his trousers fall
to his ankles.  'All of it, Julian.  Strip and join me on the bed.

   Almost in a panic of haste he tore off his jacket shirt and tie, and she
laughed again as he hopped about trying to take his trousers completely off
without removing his shoes first.  but finally he was naked, cock standing
and standing looking at her on the bed.  She had taken those panties off
and he saw she had a complete "Hollywood", her rounded mound and plump
cunt-lips naked of any hair.

   'Come here!  I've wanted this for the last hour!'

   No preliminaries.  She wanted him on top of her and in her, and that is
what he gave her.

   Luckily she came quickly as he certainly did, and they lay side by side,
she smoking, he fondling a breast.

   'You are my first, Donna.  I never made love to a girl before....'

   'But to plenty of men, I'll bet.'

   'Only two.'

   'Danny and?'

   'Mr McFee, and him only once.'

   'Who fucked you best?'

   'Mr McFee.'

   'Yes he does me better than Danny too.'

   'He's stronger, and bigger hung.'

   Julian picked up her discarded knickers and held them first to his face
and then round his cock and balls.

   'Put them on if you want....'

   He slipped them over his ankles, pulled them up and lifting his bum
settled them in place.  The smooth satin felt great against his bum and
balls, and his cock stiffened immediately.  Donna saw this, stubbed out her
cigarette, pulled his cock out the side of the knickers, got astride him
and sank down on it.  Julian took longer the second time of course, despite
having those lovely breasts jigging up and down, inviting the caress of his
hands and sometimes his lips, and Donna came twice before he let it go and
came inside her.

   Another cigarette.

   'That turns you on, wearining my undies?

   'Mmmmmm.'

   'Let's give Mr McFee a nice surprise when he comes tonight.  I want to
dress you as a girlie.  I think you'll look fantastic, and in any case I
sometimes prefer girls as you'll find out.  I'll fancy you as a girlie with
a cock.'

   Which is how Julian became Julia.

   And waiting for Danny after his release, a most satisfing meneage a
trois!

   With the passing trade of McFee as a bonus.....



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