My name is Josh. I've always been a bad ass. Dad left when I was young, and I was dragged up by my alcoholic mother and various foster parents, who didn't give a shit.
My criminal life started quite young with shoplifting, more out of devilment than anything. It quickly escalated to nicking purses and wallets, well, anything really. Needless to say, I was a familiar face in the juvenile courts, ending up in approved schools and young offenders institutions. It was okay in there, I was safe and well fed. The wardens were checked to ensure we weren't sexually abused. But they couldn't change my criminal lifestyle.
The adults nick was completely different. My first detention after 18, was a three month stretch for burglary. I was brought before the prison governor and told my criminality would have to stop. Two screws marched me off to a solitary cell. "Right, you little cunt, you're in the big world now, and we have a way of dealing with little tow rags like you, now kneel down." The wardens whipped their dicks out and told me to suck. I'd never done anything gay in my life, and I found it quite repulsive to start with. I alternated, sucking one and wanking the other. To my shock/horror, I sprang a boner, and I couldn't help rubbing myself. "Look, we've got a poof. This'll be fun for a few weeks.". I played with them for about ten minutes, and then they wanked over my face. They told me to lick them clean, then tidied themselves up and marched me to my cell. I had to share my cell with an older convict, Ben, in for armed robbery. Unfortunately, he saw that I still had cum on my face. "Been giving the screws a good time?" he asked rhetorically, "Better try this one. I'd been in prison an hour, and I was on my third dick. Having satisfied himself down my throat, he said, "I'll look after you in here, but you're my bitch." "Yes sir." That night, I shot the biggest load of my life.
We were woken at 6am and had to go to the bathroom and then shower. Among a dozen or so inmates, I was easily the youngest, a little twink amongst men. I was pushed and jostled about. I thought I was gonna get my ass filled, but Ben walked in and saved me. We had breakfast, then back to our cell for an hour. Once there, Ben said, "Right, bitch, it'll hurt, but I'll be nicer than the mob, we all went through it, and it's the only sex you'll get in here. From what I've heard, you may enjoy it. bend over the bed." I bent over the bed, pulled my cheeks apart, and waited. Ben spat on my crack and on himself, and pushed in. "Arrgh! fuck!", but it made no difference. He began to pound me. After a few minutes the pain did subside, and I took myself in hand. "Turn over and lie on the bed, I want to see your face." I lay on the bed, he spat on his dick again, and slammed home. With my legs over his shoulders, I watched him work towards orgasm. As his face contorted, I beat myself and splattered everywhere. With a final few lunges, he said, "take my babies", and I felt him cumming deep inside. "I knew you were gonna enjoy it, and you didn't even know you were a faggot." I used the sheet to clean myself up. This wasn't love, just fulfilling carnal desires.
That night, after light out, we did it again. It felt better and I relaxed. From then on it was once or twice a day, but, true to his word, he kept me away from the others.
