On all fours, his curvy firm bottom is just crying out for penetration. With your knees behind his you guide your cock to his hole. Spreading his cheeks, you press against his anus, the red ring widening slightly as the tip of your enters. You push hard but your prick slips up his crack and your balls meet. Try again. This time you make more of an purchase before pushing.
"FUCK", he yells. "Not so hard, take it easy, slowly, nice and slowly. Spit on it, give it some juice, man." You bend over and put your lips to his entrance, darting your tongue a few times over it, thinking of anything but the new strange taste. A large gob of spit drops into your shaft. Smeared over it, your prick glistens in the torch light. It doesn't seem to make much difference, but it stopped the objections. Slowly your cock pushes into his warm clammy arse. You can feel his muscles clenching around you, and it feels good. It's there, all the way in. You're buggering this complete stranger at it feels great. As your hips rest, pushed as close to his cheeks as they'll go, you rest on his back, hands hands stroking his chest. He's gyrating his hips side to side, forwards and back. Your hips join in until you feel ready to explode.
"I'm coming", you whisper, "I'm... commming."
"Give it to me, give me your fucking load boy" he yells as his head turns. Your eyes would meet if your face wasn't screwed up in an ecstatic grimace. With each ejaculation, you pump him harder, wondering just how far inside him these jets will reach. Then, it's over. The feeling vanishes. Out flops your rapidly softening tool, and you lie back panting, shame beginning to drown out the ecstacy.
"That was fucking great", says your new bud."Your cock and my arse - a perfect match." Just be glad he didn't say "your face and my arse".
"Your arse is art", you add.
Not much is said on the short drive to the station. But as you prepare your bags, the driver tosses the "Jailhouse Suck" mag on your lap.
"Here's a little souvenir for my new buddy" he says. "I particularly like this shot" he adds, flicking through the pages, settling on a close-up photo of a shackled prisoner getting squirted with jiz by his cell-mate. You didn't reecognise the face at first, but now he's pointed it out, there's no doubt.
You grab your bags and head towards the glow of the station - he was right about there being plenty of time before the last train.
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