WRITINGS FROM THE PRISON by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on December 10th 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Richard E. Grant
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"WRITINGS FROM THE PRISON" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 2 - MY PROTECTOR
I was somewhat amazed I didn't end up like the other young guy in the prison and asked myself if this wasn't because of an understood protection from Lorenzo.
I had indirect proof of that one night. I had been in jail for about two months, when Mario, in the dead of night, came near my bed and started touching me. I woke up and saw he had his briefs lowered in front and his erect cock jutting out, pointing at me. When he saw I my eyes open, he whispered, "Suck it, go on."
"Leave me alone." I answered in a whisper, trying to escape his intimate caresses.
It is not that I disliked Mario, and not even that I didn't feel desire, but I didn't feel like doing it with the danger that our mates could wake up and see us. Moreover I would have liked it best if it was Renzo, and not Mario. Yes, possibly for Lorenzo, in spite of everything, I wouldn't have asked him to leave me alone.
"Come on, I want it, and I like you... be kind..." Mario insisted, continuing to rummage under my blanket.
"No, come on, leave me alone, Mario, please." I said in a low voice, trying to stop him, but also trying to avoid waking up the others.
"Come on, Alberto. If you give me some fun, afterwards I'll give you some too. Come on..." Mario said, climbing on me and trying to pull the covers off.
"Stop it... really!" I said resisting him.
"Come on, everybody does it in here," he said, blocking my wrists and trying to kiss me.
But suddenly I felt him pulled away from me - Lorenzo had gotten out of his bed and seized him from the back.
"Leave the boy alone - he said he doesn't want to do it, didn't he?" he said in a low, but harsh and determined voice.
"Well, I just tried, what's wrong with that?" Mario protested in a subdued and meek tone.
"And he said no. Therefore, if you are turned on, beat your meat and leave him in peace. Go back to your bed," Lorenzo said, letting him go.
Mario hastily tidied himself and climbed on his bed.
Lorenzo looked at me, "Sleep peacefully, Alberto," he simply said, and went back to lie on his bed in front of mine.
"Thank you," I murmured, looking at him.
He sketched a smile and shook his head, then closed his eyes. I continued to look at him, regretting that it was not he who had tried. No, to him I wouldn't have said stop, rather...
On the day after, neither Lorenzo, nor I, and Mario even less, hinted about what happened during the night. Everything was as if nothing had happened. Well, in fact nothing did happen, thanks to Renzo.
I remember that once, when Guglielmo had just left me, I had a similar adventure. It ended in a much different way. We were in Florence for a school trip. I shared my room with a class-mate. As he had hit it off with a girl working in that cheap hotel, with my connivance, he climbed out the window during the night to go meet her, our teacher unaware. I left the window open to let him climb back in, and lying again on my bed, dozed off. At a certain point I was woken up by somebody touching me. I thought it was my mate and was somewhat astounded but, all things considered, I was not unhappy and let that hand sneak under my covers and rummage inside my briefs. When he seized my cock that was now erect, I opened my eyes and, with surprise and alarm, saw he was not my mate but the little hotel's porter, and that he was half-naked.
When he saw I was looking at him, he smiled and said, "Your mate will not be back for a good while. He just entered Elena's room. We have all the time we need to have some fun."
"But... I..." I weakly protested, but without escaping that hand that was slowly beating my meat.
"Come on, I understood you like males. How you undress them with your eyes. Give me some head, come on." He said alluringly, kneeling on my bed and pointing his stiff rod to my lips.
He was not bad at all and so... Well, in the end I was in all fours and he was pumping inside my ass with gusto, making the bed jolt. A really good fuck, even if it was just a fuck. He was skilled.
Possibly, Mario also could be skilled, who knows. But I didn't feel like it, even if I was somewhat missing physical intercourse.
A few weeks after that night, another thing happened. During a work break, I sat between two heaps of crates thinking to take a nap, in fact, I was feeling a little tired and dazed. I was dozing off when some voices woke me up.
I recognized that of Lorenzo, who was saying, "Go on, pull down your trousers."
"Not here, we could be seen."
"Come on, Lino, nobody would bother us. Lower your trousers, I need a good fuck."
"Renzo, you know I like you, but..."
"Stop it! Pull down your trousers, and don't play the coquette."
I moved a little, without raising any noise, until, in the space between two crates I could see both of them, but not be seen by them. Lino had lowered his trousers to his knees, and Lorenzo pulled his dick out of his fly and was lubing it with his own spit. Then I saw him seize the boy's hips and Lino stretching back his little ass, and Lorenzo sinking inside him without any difficulty.
"You are a whore, Lino!"
"Yeeeaaah..."
"You like being screwed, don't you?"
"By someone like you, to die for. Go on, hunk, fuck me hard."
"You are a filthy bitch, you. Always hungry for cocks, yes?"
"Yes, hungry for your cock. Why don't you take me as your woman? I would be your slave, you know it."
"Because you are too much a whore. You would cheat on me as soon as I looked away. You are too greedy for cocks."
"But yours is the best."
"I bet you say that to everybody... whore!"
"But you like my nice little ass, don't you?"
"Not having something better. And then you are able to take it better than the other punks."
"How many boys have you fucked in here?"
"More than a few, for sure."
"Also Alberto, I bet."
"No, he is straight from head to toe. He is not a cheap fag like you."
"But you would like to fuck him, wouldn't you?"
"No, he is a friend, and then he is a male. You on the contrary are a real female. How many cocks did you already take, just here?"
"Who can count them... Go on, fuck me harder... Ooooh, yes, go on..."
"How old were you when you had your first cock? Tell me..."
"Thirteen."
"Who was the first who took your cherry?"
"Three boys. They raped me, in the workshop where we worked. A day the master was not there. They dragged me in the toilet, one out on watch, one holding me fast, and the other fucking me, one after the other, all three of them."
"But I bet you liked it, you enjoyed it, right?"
"And how!"
"Therefore they didn't really rape you."
"Well, at that age I still knew nothing and was scared and didn't want it, but they were three, older than me, stronger, and so... But yes, I also enjoyed it, a lot."
I felt strange looking at their fuck and hearing then chat as if they were in a bar drinking coffee. But, I thought I would have liked being in Lino's place, in that moment, even if I didn't like how he was treated, like a woman, or rather like a whore. I knew that Lino was really a whore, but...
Suddenly Renzo's eyes stared into mine. He seemed to hesitate a little, but then continued as if I was not there, just moving his eyes away. But he stopped talking.
Conscious that Renzo knew I was looking at them aroused me even more than before and I felt tempted to beat my meat, but I restrained myself. Lorenzo cummed. And again looked at me, almost to be sure I was still looking at him. While he was putting back his tool in his trousers, he smiled faintly towards me.
"Alright, you can go back, now," he said to Lino, who also had tidied himself.
"Yes, but think about it. I really would like to become your woman. You know I would make you happy."
"If I have to have a woman, she has to be a real woman. Not a fag like you. You are just good to relieve myself so don't disappoint yourself," Lorenzo answered. I felt that these words had been said more for me than for Lino. When the boy went out, Lorenzo came where I was sitting and sat near me, "You saw everything, didn't you?" I looked at him and nodded.
"You... wouldn't you like to relieve yourself with Lino, or another boy? If you want, I can arrange a meeting with one of the boys. The one you want."
"No, thank you. Why do you treat him in that way?"
"In that way... how?"
"Like a whore."
"Lino is a cheap whore," Lorenzo answered with a smile, but almost as if apologizing.
"He is a boy, not a whore. And if he likes doing it with males he shouldn't be despised for it."
"He is a fag, not a man. And then, he does it with anybody and everybody, and he likes it. He is cock-hungry, for real..."
"He is a man like me and like you. And if he likes being a bottom, it's not for that that he is less worthy of respect than the tops who take advantage of him." I said determinedly.
He seemed slightly ashamed, but reacted, "Each one is free to be as he likes, but... One cannot respect a fag, a half-woman."
"So then..." I said rather pissed off, "then why do you respect me? I too am just a fag!"
Lorenzo looked at me with eyes so wide that, if I was not pissed off, would have made me burst into laughter.
Then he slowly said, "This is a silly joke. Why are you saying such a thing? What are you trying to tell me?"
"Nothing. The fact is that I really am gay. I never fucked a woman, never. I like only males."
"Come on, you are not at all effeminate!"
"That doesn't matter - being gay doesn't mean to be effeminate."
"You really... you mean... you like being fucked in the ass?"
"I like making love with a male, sure. Therefore also taking it in my ass and giving head. But I mean making love, not only fucking."
"Good Lord, I can't believe you. Are you serious?"
"Never been as serious as now," I said, looking in his eyes.
"Well... but you... you are different. You are a upright boy, and if you... if you like it... But..." he almost stammered, visibly troubled. Then, resuming his self-assurance, staring in my eyes, he said with a determined tone, "But you did wrong telling me. You must never tell this to anyone else. Swear it!"
"Why? Would you be ashamed of being my friend?" I asked him in a challenging tone.
"No!" he answered almost violently. "It is just that... if the others come to know that... you risk becoming just like Lino or all the other boys in here, becoming everybody's whore. They force boys who are not gay into doing it, and not just those who say they are fags! And I don't want you..."
"Why?"
"Because... I don't want that. I respect you, I like you. Swear you won't tell anyone else. Swear!" he repeated with a really serious tone.
"As you wish. I swear. But now, now you know."
"Well, I... I'll forget it."
"No. At this point you know it. And if you really want to be my friend, you have to... not try to forget it."
"Why?" he asked frowning.
"Because you cannot really be my friend, just for half of me. You have to accept me as I am, to be my friend also knowing I am gay, and not pretending you don't know it."
"What does it change? I am your friend and hold dear your friendship, and that's that. It's just that... I swear, I would never have guessed that you... It doesn't show at all..."
"It doesn't have to show, does it? I mean, each of us is as he is, there isn't a way to be... like - fags are so and so, the others so and so..."
"But you really never did it with a woman, a girl?"
"No, never ever."
"But possibly, if you tried, you could like it better, how can you know?"
"No, no, I know."
"And... are you happy in this way?"
"Sure. I am this way, and it fits me nicely."
"Why did you tell me?"
"Because I didn't like the way you treated Lino, just that. And possibly also because I think you are enough of a friend to me not to despise me, now that you know."
"Despise you? No way. But, really, I am... amazed. Also with Mario, you didn't want to do anything with him."
"It's not that one, just because is gay, does it with anybody, Would you go with any woman who asked you?"
"No, sure. Yes... I understand..."
Lorenzo seemed really troubled. But, afterwards, he continued to behave with me exactly like before. I just regretted I didn't tell him how much I was fancying him. I wanted to tell him, but I lost the right moment and now it seemed to me almost impossible. Telling him would probably upset him even more than what I already told him.
But I noticed, with a certain pleasure, that Renzo treated Lino with more respect than before.
It was about five months that I had been there, when Lorenzo, while we were in the court-yard for the "air-break", took me aside.
"Alberto, who protects you?"
"What? Who protects me? I don't understand..."
"Yes. This morning one of the bosses called me and asked me if I felt like becoming your guardian angel. And that if I accepted, somebody would really be grateful to me, and I too could get something from it. Therefore... somebody, in an important enough position, is caring about you. The one who protected you before was freed, so they offered the job to me."
"I don't know, I don't understand..." I said, but I guessed it was the man paying me to be in prison who was keeping his word, and was protecting me in that way.
"Well, I understand you don't feel like telling me. I should not even ask you. It's just that I didn't feel you were... I mean, I know you are not in the pay of the Mafia nor of the underworld business, anyway... Therefore I can't understand. But it doesn't matter."
"And did you accept?"
"Well, it is convenient for me."
"But from what or who you'd have to protect me? It seems that I don't run any danger, in here."
"Well... after all... I already protected you before, in reality. Even when you also had a guardian angel. Why do you think that nobody has tried to put his hands on you? People young and handsome as you are, you saw it, sooner or later all of them end up in the bed of some inmate, or of several..."
"And why did you protect me, even before?"
"Who knows... Just liking you, possibly."
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3
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