Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2003 15:21:10 +0100 (BST)
From: Jon Himus <jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Learnt in Prison

LEARNT IN PRISON.
By JonH

When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found.  If you wanna see the
pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk



His mum and those acting in an official capacity called him Gavin everyone
else, everyone that mattered called him Slick.  The name came from his
skinny body though he liked to think it was because of his criminal skills,
which he didn't have except for the ability to lie even when he didn't need
to.  Since he was 14 he'd been fingered, caught and locked up for nearly
every burg, deal and car theft and now at 20 he'd figured that the only way
to make it pay was to get knowledge and ever since he was a kid he'd known
that Uncle Terry was the one with the knowledge.  Uncle Terry wasn't a real
uncle as far as Slick knew but that didn't matter because every time they'd
ever met Terry was always whispering or going to meet people so it stands
to reason that he must know things.

Terry had just finished five and a half years for something he didn't do
and he was staying in a halfway house across town that specialized in
bringing long term offenders back into society.  Slick had got his mum to
call up the place and arrange for him to go meet Uncle Terry and take him
out and show him around so he could see how things had changed.  Slick
figured that a few quite ones at the local pub was a good way to start so
he arranged to be at Terry's at 10 Friday night.

It was 10:15 when he got to Terry's, a fat bloke in a dark room just inside
the door told Slick the room number.  Climbing the stairs it hit him how
stuffy and warm the place was, he told himself he could smell heat and
dust.  The fluero tube in the hallway seemed real bright but most of the
rooms didn't have numbers so figuring out where to go wasn't easy.  He had
his ears close to the door trying to hear something that'd help when out of
the bathroom came a bloke wrapped in a thin towel.

"Who are ya' mate?"  He was tightening the towel around his waist and not
taking his eye off Slick.

"I'm Gavi....Slick, mate"

"Gavi Slick?"  the bloke stared at him.

"Nah Gavin.  I'm Uncle Terry's.  Terry's.  Nephew"

When the bloke turned to close the bathroom door Slick could tell he was
about Terry's age and drunk but as he turned it was clear he'd figured it
out.  "Terry's, right.  You're the nephew then.  Follow me"

At the end of the corridor the guy opened a door with no number on it.
Slick followed him in.  Terry stood in the middle of the room wearing a
dark shirt and towel around his waist he was talking to a guy who was about
Slicks age.  It'd been over five years but even in the dull light he could
recognize Terry.  He was late 30's with a hard body and the skull tattoo
Slick remembered from when he was a kid.

"You're off Luke?"  the guy in the towel said to the young bloke.

"Yeah Stu"

"Luke this is Slick, Terry's nephew"

"Mate" Luke nodded his head but couldn't shake hands seeing as he held a
small square of foil in his fingertips.  He moved quickly out the door and
was gone.

Terry looked Slick up and down - he moved slow - Slick couldn't figure if
he was stoned or pissed.  He held a long neck beer bottle between his
fingers and wagged it at Slick.

"Yeah tah"

Terry pointed his bottle at the guy with the towel "Gavin, a' mean Slick,
this is Stu, and over there in the corners Noel."  For the first time Slick
saw a pissed off looking guy sitting on the couch.  He was a big bloke,
late twenties, with a goatee, real short hair and glazed eyes that barely
acknowledged Slick except for a quick dart up and down his body.

Terry dropped back onto his bed and after a slow sip of beer told Slick to
pull up a chair.  The room was even hotter than the corridor, the window
was opened a crack and the air smelt thick with Old Spice and something
more expensive.  Slick didn't mind, it gave him a chance to take off his
shirt to let the others see his new tattoo, brushing off the last of the
scabbing off he took a long skull of the beer.

"Ours ya' mum?"

"Good thanks"

Terry didn't seem interested.  Stu started saying something about getting
dressed but then dropped into an armchair.  Terry had his shirt on but was
making no moves to get up to finish dressing.  Noel was dressed in track
pants and t-shirt but he made Slick uncomfortable so he hoped he wasn't
planning on coming along.  Slick had hoped that just him and Terry were
going out but it looked like no one was in a hurry to get to the pub.

"Ya' Mum tells me you got outta Highton in March"

Stu and Noel let out sharp amused grunts.  Highton was for guys too
"immature or mildly retarded" for the adult prison system but Slick knew it
wasn't a place for pussies either.  Besides when he's 21 in August he's
eligible for adult prison no questions asked.  He was going to tell the
three of them that but they'd started talking about some bloke called
Longly so he let it rest and took an even longer skull from his long neck.


An hour later Slick checked his phone and saw it was getting too late for
the pub he'd planned on.  Terry and Stu had been reminiscing about goal,
screws and other guys in prison for all this time.  Slick figured that Noel
had been inside also but he barely said a word.  Slick knew not to ask
questions but after awhile he was beginning to give up on hearing anything
worth while.  Terry and Stu still had their towels around their waists -
every time they got up for another beer Slick hoped they'd get this fuckin'
night on the go but overtime they'd drop back to where they were and
remember some ol' cunt from way back.


Checking his phone he saw it was 5 after 12.  Slick was half listening to
what the others were saying but his mind had drifted drunkenly off to
random stuff.  Moving his arse on the hard wooden chair his foot slipped
and sent the six empty bottles he'd drunk spinning across the floor.  That
got their attention - nobody moved but at least the subject changed.
Terry, Stu and even glass eyed Noel started talking about the woman they'd
fucked.  Slick figured that if they got horny enough someone would decide
to make a move out of this room to go meet woman.  It wasn't what he'd
planned and he got panicked inside when he realized his only chance to get
knowledge from Terry was going to disappear.  It was bad enough having
these other two blokes hangin' round but if woman are around then he'll
never get to learn a fuckin' thing.  And it's clear Terry's not that
interested on seeing his nephew.

Terry's laughing his arse off about some cunt they'd fucked when he stands
up to grab another beer his towel drops to the floor and he's got this huge
boner stickin' up between the tails of his shirt.  Slicks shocked to see
his uncles erection but Stu and even Noel think it's a real laugh and
Terry's so drunk he doesn't even bother getting his towel he just drops
back onto his bed.

Slicks drunk brain can't figure what to make of this but seeing Terry's
dick is abit fuckin' weird so he decides to change the subject - if nothing
else to get the erection on the flop at least.

"Sho Terry whaddya learn in prison?"

"Huh!"  Terry stared hard at Slick, pissed and stoned he still had sharp
eyes that bore right into Slicks brain.  He seemed kinda angry about the
question.  Then he lets out this tired low laugh.

"I'll show ya' Gavin"

Fumbling with his shirt buttons he throws it on the floor until he's lying
on his bed raw naked.  Stu's opened the front of his towel and his hardon
juts up from his lap.  Noel looks on but doesn't move.

"I learned how ta' use this I tell ya" Terry waived his hard cock at Slicks
stunned face.

Dropping his beer onto the floor he waived his hand round until he picked
up an empty bottle.  He then licks the side of the neck, hucks a glob of
spit onto it then before you knew it he'd raised his leg in the air and
shoved it up his arse.  And not just the tip either, Slick was slack jawed
as he watched the long neck of it slide into his uncles hole.

Slick looks at Stu to find the same shock he felt but Stu's slid down the
armchair, got one leg over the arm with his hand between his legs fingering
his own crack.  Both Terry and Stu are hammering at their hardons like a
couple of real gays.  The erection in Slicks pants that grew with talk of
cunts had shriveled to nothing.  Shaking his head he thought for a second
he was imagining this but he wasn't.  Terry gritted his teeth and was
driving the bottle deep into his guts.  The warm smell of sweat and arse
started to waft into Slicks nose.  With that he stood up.

"You fuckin'...queers" he slurred.  He started for the door and that's when
Noel sprang up from his chair and with an obvious boner in his pants stood
between Slick and the only way out.

Slick went to duck past him but Noels huge fuckin' hand clamped hard onto
his neck and dug hard into the skin causing Slick's knees to buckle under
him until he was kneeling on the floor, his eyes watering in pain.  Noel
moved over to Terry's bed forcing Slick to crawl along as the fingers
pinched hard into his skin.

"Arrrghhh...farc..."  Slicks head spun and he thought he'd throw up, his
head throbbed but he wasn't passing out.

With one hand gripping his neck Noel wrenched his tracks pants down his
knee's.  Noel's huge cut stiff shaft jutted up only inches from Slicks
face.

The pressure on Slicks neck lessened slightly but it was clear he wasn't
gonna be let go.  He watched a small drop of liquid ooze from the tip of
Noels piss slit.  Stu was on his knee's hammering at his own erection
checking out Slicks confused face.

Terry was still lying back on the bed.

"Outta respect for ya' family I'll ask Noel not to shove his cock up ya'
arse but let me tell ya this Slick Gavin..." He was groaning between words
so it was clear he was still fuckin himself with his beer bottle.  "...ya'
not cut out fa' this.  Never have been.  Ya' wanna know what you'll learn.
Ya' gonna suck Noals cock n' he's gonna blow in ya' mouth, ya' face, ya'
fuckin' Corn Flakes if e' wansta."

"No way, fuck off" Slick's mind almost snapped itself sober.  Noels fingers
pinched hard into his neck and pulled Slick's face closer to his crotch.
Slick couldn't see it but he could smell it.  Noels cock smelt of shit
almost.  Beer and arse and after shave.

"It fuckin' reeks man" he protested.  The fingers pinched into his neck,
despite himself his mouth opened in a howl of pain and thats when Noel
shoved his shaft up into Slicks wide open mouth.  The grimy length slid
across his lips before slamming into the back of his throat.  Gagging and
coughing, hot breath shot out his nostrils into Noel's pubic hair.  The
cock tasted tangy and rank, what it was and why it was Slick didn't wanna
think about.  He tried to block his mind of what was happening.  He had a
blokes cock in his mouth.  He was giving head to some fuckin' faggot.

"You like the taste a' young Luke's hole do ya' Slick?"

With his nose pushed down into Noels pubes his mind raced - when his lips
were dragged up the shaft it hit him.  The young guy with the foil...he
gagged sending the foul spit back up from his throat onto Noels cock head.
Suckin' a junkies shit off a cock.  He was gonna start ballin' his eyes out
when Noel started to really hump into his mouth.  Confusion swam round his
head when he felt jizz shoot from the piss slit down into his throat.
Pulling his head back as far as it would go he couldn't get the spewing
cock from his mouth.  Cum enveloped his tongue.  The pace slowed and the
cock softened.  Noels hand let go his neck and he pulled his head free,
spitting out the now limp dick he wiped cum from his lips across his arm.

Looking down he bolted for the door and didn't stop running until he
reached an alley three blocks away.  With one hand leaning on the wall he
threw up.  Vomit replaced the taste of cum, of shit and spit, gasping for
breath he looked down at the pool of spew on the ground.


THE END

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