Once Upon a Crime

By Amy Redek

Published on Aug 10, 2011

Transgender

With six months gone, he was then asking me to fuck him, such was his turning, and even when we were out in the garden in the summer, we would both be rather sweaty and he just loved at being fucked and having our bodies slide about on each other as we steamed up the panes of glass. Both being naked on sacks on the floor, where he got to like lying down prone with me up inside him. Here I would be lying fully on his back and would put my arms up under his armpits to grasp his shoulders and use them to give me the power to really ride him in this fashion. Quite often, this moving of our bodies would make him come at the same time when feeling my sperm spray his canal.

He now loved me fucking him and him doing the same to me and even suggested us doing it on the toilet pan. One of us would sit down and hold our cock upright for the other to straddle the legs of the other and slowly impale himself on this upright organ until sitting on the lap of the other. Here, joined together in this position, meant we could hold each other in an embrace as we kissed, whilst slowly moving to get the ultimate thrill in having sex this way.

We'd been together now for two years when I got a surprise by being told I had a visitor. Wondering who the hell it could be, I followed the warder to a room that was there for the purpose of any visitor who came to see an inmate. This turned out to be my solicitor and my pleasure was soon dashed when, after shaking hands and sitting down did he tell me. We didn't have a warder in with us because of him being what he was for they only stayed in this room if it was an ordinary member of the public or a relative visiting an inmate.

Well you seem to be fit and healthy,' he said as an opener after us shaking hands in our greeting. I've come to give you both some good and bad news,' he said with a sorrowful expression on his face and didn't beat around the bush. It's Nella, your housekeeper. She died two days ago.' Oh you poor woman was my first thought as tears came to my eyes. It was very sudden. A heart attack.' Just like father I said to myself. `It was Tom who found her when he went into the house for his morning tea. He called for an ambulance, but she had been dead for at least two hours. I was contacted because the local police knew you were in here and asked me to get things sorted out in respect of the funeral. The bank manager in the village, who also knows that you are in here, said that he couldn't release any funds for this without your written approval.'

I understand,' I said, choking back the tears but my voice still sounded as if I were. If you write it for me, I'll sign it.'

That was what I expected you to say and have already written one but left the amount out for the moment,' he said, pulling a typewritten page from his briefcase. The manager also has stopped the monthly allowance that she collected.'

This was a standing order to let her collect enough monies for her wages and enough for buying food, not only for herself, but Tom also who had lunch as part of his pay. But that's not all,' he carried on. Tom, with the death of Nella, has decided that with him really getting on in years, has decided to give in his notice, and wants to finish next week.'

I understand,' I said, knowing that it was not just his age, but that he wouldn't be getting his lunch like he always had. Have you a figure for the funeral and wake?'

`Yes.'

`Well add a month's wages to it for Tom and tell him that I understand him leaving and sorry that he should do so. Also thank him on behalf of my father and myself for the past work he has done and it is with regret that I accept his notice to leave.' My solicitor nodded at this and filled in a figure of the amount of money he would need to see to all this and I then signed the paper for him.

`Have you any more bad news for me?' I asked.

`No, only good news. I've been informed that your sentence is coming up for review and they think it likely that you'll be released in about a year's time. But, and I say but, don't pin your hopes too much on this for they only said might, not definite.'

Well fifteen is better than twenty,' I said with a wry smile. I think I can last out another year. Well give my apologies to those who turn up for the funeral saying that I deeply regret at not being there at that time, but other matters detain me.' He smiled at that and as his business was finished, we shook hands and as he went one way, out of the prison, I was escorted further inside.

Brian wanted to know who my visitor was and what was it about and told him it was just a small matter where some money was needed and left it at that. But I couldn't stop the butterflies in my stomach at the thought that by this time next year I might be a free man again.

A year is a long time, especially in prison and I did for most of the time, keep the thought of release out of my mind. Brian couldn't understand my sudden need for sex as much as he was capable, having him fuck me until he cried off saying that I was killing him with having to fuck me six or seven times in the space of twenty four hours. But that was for a month before I managed to calm down somewhat back into our old routine, for which I think he was thankful. Not that he now wanted male sex as much as I did, but slow down we did.

It was about three months later, one night when the two of us lying in each other's arms on his bunk after a lovely session of sex that he kissed me quite passionately and said that he was in love with me. That was a shock because I thought that both our sexual needs was just that, a need and not love. This brought back my expected release time and I now didn't have the heart to tell him that it might only be for another eight or nine months. Though to tell the truth, I had come to love him too, but had not said so. It was the same as me getting to love Bruno but it didn't get me anywhere with him getting his release those two years ago. That was why I couldn't tell Brian this, but I did. That was another three months later when I said the words of love to him which put him over the moon at me now declaring myself as he had done earlier.

His love for me had become noticed by both warders and inmates for he would hold my hand in going to and returning from the mess hall and sometimes when out in the yard. He would also carry my tray of food to a table to eat and then take the empty tray back, not letting me carry my own. We ignored the snide remarks from the warders and the sniggers of the inmates at this showing of his love.

It was just two weeks away from my being inside for fifteen years when I was told that the review board had given the okay for me to be released within a week's time. News of an old lag being released soon circulated round the inmates and Brian burst into tears when he heard.

Why didn't you tell me,' he sobbed, his head on my shoulder as he cried. I'm glad we were in our cell at the time and I held him tight in an embrace as he cried. What am I going to do without you?' he cried which left me without an answer, so just hugged and tried to comfort him. But then I gave thought to what he had cried. Yes, what would he do? And having some nasty thoughts as to what could happen, I went and spoke to The Baron. This was the inmate who had the most power inside and everybody heeded and did what they were told by him. I took a leaf out of Bruno's book.

`Baron, could I have a word with you/' I asked at his cell door a little while later. Everyone one called him Baron and in all my years there had never known his real name, but he was in for life for more than one murder.

Certainly John,' he said, give a flip of his fingers to the inmate that was there in the cell who left at this dismissal. What can I do for you.' He was sitting on the lower bunk and indicated that I sit down on the toilet pan.

You know that when Bruno was leaving, he put an embargo on me being touched,' to which the Baron nodded. I would like that same embargo to be placed on my cell mate Brian. For I will be meeting Bruno when I'm out and will tell him of what I am asking you to do and hope that you can let the other's know that he is not to be touched unless he says so.'

`Now that sounds like a subtle kind of threat,' he said.

`Believe me Baron, it's not. I was protected from the others by Bruno and all I'm asking if the same could be done for Brian.'

`What do I get out of it?' he asked.

`You name it, and if it can be arranged, it will be done,' I replied.

You will be,' he said enigmatically which soon became apparent. I don't know what The Bear saw in you but you must be a good cocksucker and cock taker for him to have changed the way he did. So come here just before lights out and suck on me and tomorrow, come to the laundry where I can then find out the other with you bent over a wash basket.' A suck and a fuck was a cheap price to pay for Brian's safety when I was released and instantly agreed.

So after dinner when we returned to our cell, I told Brian that I would be out for a few minutes.

`Where are you going?' he asked.

`To suck on the Baron's cock,' I replied.

`Why his and not mine?'

`Brian. It's for you I'm doing this, and tomorrow, he's going to fuck me in the laundry.'

`Why,' he cried again.

`Brian. Now listen carefully. What I am doing with the Baron is to ensure that none of the other inmates will touch you after I've gone. Bruno did the same for me before he left and so I was left alone. Why do you think I made you have sex with me that first night here? It was to let the others know that you came under the same protection that I was. Now I am doing the same for you.' I saw the tears in his eyes but quickly left the cell while I was still able and went along to the Baron's cell.

He was in there alone and smiled when I entered and patted the mattress he was sitting on.

`I'm glad you came,' he said, taking my hand and placing it at his crotch. I could feel his cock through the thin trousers and I began rubbing my hand over it and felt it start to rise up. That only took a few minutes to feel it hard inside his trousers. He gave out a sigh and turned and stretched himself out on the bunk. I turned sideways and undid the top button of his trousers and opened up the fly and putting my hand inside, found he was nice and hard and pulled his erection out into the open. It was fat but not very long but still a cock and I slipped off the bunk onto my knees and held it upright and took the head into my mouth.

He gave out a groan as he then felt my body heat inside and groaned again as I got the foreskin to roll back so that my tongue could rasp over the bare flesh and tickle the G string before gently raking it with my teeth as I began to suck on him. I gave him good head for I was now a grand master in this event and had him groaning and squirming in pleasure as I sucked and chewed on him till I had his outpouring flood my mouth. I still kept the head there in my mouth as I swallowed his sperm and finally, when he was empty of seed, licked the head clean before giving it a final kiss before folding the now deflating member back inside his trousers.

Why wasn't you put in my cell when you first arrived,' he said with a smile on his face. that's the best bit of head I've ever been given. Now I almost know what Bruno saw in you. Tomorrow, let's see if the other half is as good.'

`Well that's up to you in the way you do it,' I replied with a return smile, licking my lips as I stood up and left him there on the bunk.

Brian wanted a blow by blow account of what I did for the Baron and getting my own erection out, asked him to be as good as I had been told that I was at giving head. I got onto his bunk with my cock still sticking out of my trousers and he was quick to kneel down and take me in and give me as good a suck and chew as I had given the Baron.

That was all we had time for before lights out where we then went into our routine of getting undressed and pulling his mattress to the floor. As it hadn't been long of him sucking on me, I was first down onto my knees and had him fuck me. He pleased me immensely with his cock up my backside, moving in and out which made my mind wander off that we only had a few more days left of him being where he was. Where would I find another man to service me like this once I was out and back in my empty house, one that was almost in the wilderness? That I would have to worry about later for Brian was now nearing his peak by holding my hips in a tighter grip as he pulled my body back onto his forward thrusting and gurgled with delight when he started to come inside me.

From the tyro he had been three years ago, he was now an excellent fucker in being able to use his lovely organ inside me, and use his hands and finger tips on the outside of my body, to raise me up to another erection just shortly after already having had an emission of sperm.

After washing himself, he was down on the mattress and I was giving him as good as he had given me, lasting much longer after having already shot one load out. He cried out his pleasure in feeling me come and also cried out at the withdrawal and I knew exactly how he felt when that throbbing cock is pulled out leaving almost a vacuum behind.

With the finish of my washing myself and him having put the mattress back on the bunk, I got on with him for us to kiss and hold each other tight, him wishing that I wasn't being released and me saying that I might have to go and do some more robberies to get put back inside with him. But this was just a pie in the sky idea for there was no guarantee of being sent back to the same prison and having the same cell to share.

But after an hour we were both fully erect once again and this time we used the toilet as a seat and it was lovely to get astride of his legs and slowly impale myself on his held upright organ, to sink down as it filled me till I was sitting on his thighs. It's the one on top that has to do the moving as we held each other in an embrace, whispering a lot of nonsense as we both got we wanted from this position before changing over.

After breakfast, Brian and I were out in the garden for about an hour before I left him there to return inside the block. With me now being I suppose, a trusted inmate, there was no comment made when I re-entered and when inside, made my way round to the laundry. Here the Baron spent his day, though not actually working by being who he was, was like an acting supervisor, seeing that the others did their jobs properly.

Hello John,' was his greeting. I'm surprised you were able to find this place.' Which in fact wasn't easy for I'd never been in this part of the prison during the whole of my time there. It was quite a large area but full of many machines doing various tasks that made it somewhat claustrophobic as opposed to the freedom I had out in the open air in the garden. Follow me,' and led me round various machines until near the back where there were lots of basket trolleys filled with linens to be laundered. Here will do,' he said when we were out of sight of the others, and he pointed to one basket of dirty linen. `Bend over that.'

I turned round and faced this basket and dropped my trousers and leaned over it, pulling up the tail of my shirt to reveal my bare backside to him. I heard a rustle of clothing and heard him spit and knew he was then ready and a moment later, I had the Baron's fat cock pushed up into my back passage.

He wasn't a good fucker, but he was getting his rocks off and I was fulfilling my part of our bargain and I hoped that he would keep his. He didn't take long in his fucking of me, ramming hard until he gave out a groan and only then jerked away to come inside me. He gave my bum a pat when he pulled out and I stood up and turned round, pulling up my trousers, seeing him wipe himself on a piece of sheet from another basket before putting himself away.

Not bad John, not bad at all,' he said, putting his arm round my shoulder as we moved back to where the others were working. I'll see that he's not touched after you've left.'

That was it. I had now done my best to have Brian protected from being raped by the other inmates and went on back out into the garden.

My last night there in the prison was just a frantic one of just fucking if not sucking for all we were worth, both of us crying at what we were going to miss as we had sex joined together in our copulating.

We actually parted outside of the mess hall after breakfast, so we didn't have a last kiss as I was escorted away, I looked back to see him standing looking so forlorn as tears ran down his face and I had to turn away so that I didn't start crying too.

I was led into a room where, on a table, were the clothes I had been wearing fifteen years before and all that I had been carrying in my pockets. Also an envelope that held what little monies I was owed from my labours in the garden. I stripped off my prison garb and put on my own outside clothes finding that I had lost some weight for the trouser belt had to be tightened another two holes and the shirt was now too small but sufficed.

At the last door, a small side one actually fitted into the big main doors of the prison, I was stopped and had the escorting warder shake my hand and say goodbye and hoped that I soon adapted to life on the outside again. With that, the door was opened and I stepped outside into freedom.

Next: Chapter 8


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