Prison Walls ( Tom & Punk )
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				Title: <strong>Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 14:36:15</strong>
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				The slow rocking of the prison bus might have lulled him to sleep if it did not simultaneously cause all the chains in the bus to do the same. Back and forth they went on the hands and feet of the twenty or so young men that were headed straight for hell on earth: Descarte Correctional Facility. It was a secluded prison located... well, no one really knew <em>where</em> it was located since no prisoner had ever escaped or been let out of the terrifying prison. From what the prisoners could tell, it was situated in the middle-of-goddamn-nowhere, for there wasn't even a tree in sight anywhere around the deserted environment. Did it really matter, though? None of them deserved to be members of society, or at least that was what had been bashed into their brains by the hate-filled and angry looks of the populous.<br><br>They had been on this long ride for a good two hours before the bus began to sputter into the correctional facility. Whistles and catcalls erupted from all around as the bus continued, most likely from the experienced prisoners who were delighted at the concept of...<br><br><em>Fresh meat.</em><br><br>None of these new inmates were treated with any sort of gentleness. After all, their crimes had surely brought them here and they were not going to be held by the hand as they began their life in one of the worst prisons in the United States. Slowly, but surely, the prisoners on the bus were filed into the facility and given rooms. Carrying up the last of the line was a boy that even made the secretary do a double-take to ensure that she saw right. What was before her eyes was a boy of no older than eighteen or nineteen, a truly heartbreaking situation altogether. No young inmate ever had it easy in Descartes. <em>Ever.</em><br><br>"Let's see... Gabriel Gustava, hm?" She murmured as she looked down at the paperwork. She received no answer from the blond-haired boy that stood before the window. "Crime... first degree murder; patricide? Sentence... twenty-five years..." She sighed and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. The woman never let herself be affected by any of the prisoners, yet it was truly a sad sight to see a young boy's life ruined because of a crime like this. Taking a glance to the boy, she couldn't even believe that he was capable of committing a crime so horrifying.<br><br>As observed before, the boy couldn't be any older than eighteen. His frame was relatively lithe, yet underneath the prisoner's clothes was a toned frame that was built up from years of swimming and running. He had to compensate for his height which wasn't all that impressive, for he stood around five feet and four inches. What was the real eyecatcher had to be the boy's hair, which was the softest shade of sun-kissed blond, toppling all the way down to his lower back. She took a glance upward to see that aquamarine eyes had locked with her own, for this Gabriel knew what she was doing.<br><br>A voice escaped his chest. "I'd rather hurry up and get this on the road if you don't mind, ma'am."<br><br>"O-Of course. Frank?" She called to the security guard who opened up the door to allow Gabriel to step out into the hallway. "Take him to cell A-4." She suggested. Frank seemed rather startled at the woman's suggestion, taking a look up and down over Gabriel's body to ensure that she wasn't crazy. "You sure, Janelle?"<br><br>"I'm positive." She grinned and waved her fingers gently. "Take care, Mr. Gustava. Welcome to Descartes."<br><br>With that, Frank carted Gabriel off toward the desired location. As expected, all of the inmates already in prison were whistling and blowing kisses at the young boy, though his reaction was to only stare forward. He had no desire to end up beating the hell out of anyone and causing himself any more trouble. He just wanted to lock himself in the cell he would be living in and finish out his sentence peacefully. As they reached A-block, Frank opened up the door and immediately lead Gabriel up the stairs to the appointed cell he'd be sharing with a particularly interesting man.<br><br>The door was unlocked and it swung open to reveal both Frank and the young blond who stood at his side. "Major? Looks like you're gonna be having a new cellmate."
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 15:23:06</strong>
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				"Are you kidding me?!"<br><br>Robert Dahl looked up at the guard and the boy. He was seated on the lower of the two beds in the bunk, but rose to his feet. There were probably a handful of men with a more impressive physique than him in the facilities; gang members who spent their every waking moment lifting weights and pumping steroids.<br><br>He stood just over six feet tall with broad shoulders and big hands. He carried himself as a military man, having earned his nickname with blood, sweat and tears. The Major stood straight, with a short military buzz-cut and prison overalls that he wore as if it was a dress uniform. He had a handsome face, that a couple of pale scars only served to emphasize. Long dark lashes and somewhat full lips were a soft contrast to his square jaw and light green eyes.<br><br>The Major had been expecting them to give him a new cellmate. He had broken the arm on the last one. The one before that had been killed during grub time (by someone else). And the one before that well...he didn't really remember. Or care.<br><br>He measured Gabriel up and down, like a drill sergeant that wasn't too happy with his new recruits. "Fuck. They're going to rip this boy apart." He was talking to Frank, glancing over at him. Then he adressed Gabriel. "Top bunk."
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 15:36:57</strong>
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				"No shit." Frank lifted a brow and turned his attention down to Gabriel who seemed rather uncaring of their conversation about him. "Just try to keep an eye on him if you don't mind, all right? The last thing we need is another death in here." The walls of Descartes were so far away from every city that mattered. If someone died here, their death would most likely never make it out of these walls. He observed Gabriel who moved to the bunk bed and pushed himself up onto the top bunk to try to get some rest after such a long bus ride.<br><br>"Play nice, Major." Frank chuckled and tipped his hat slightly to him. The man and Major had been good friends since the military man had first arrived here. He closed the door for the both of them and with that, Frank took off to keep guard over the lower cells of A-block. He just hoped that Gabriel didn't end up getting killed due to his stature. If one of the inmates was smaller than the others, chances were they would be brutally beaten or even worse by the more intimidating ones.<br><br>Back in the cell, Gabriel was stretched out upon the top bunk with his blue eyes closed halfway. His feet bobbed up and down over the edge of the top bunk as he traced the designs in the ceiling.<br><br><em>Two minutes in here and I'm already going crazy.</em> His eyes shut, a headache assaulting him. He pushed himself up just enough, holding himself up with one hand while the other smoothed over his pristine features. As he did so, he took the time to observe his cellmate. There was no doubt that the man was older than him, much bigger, and by the looks of it, some sort of military man. After all, how had he gotten the name "Major"?<br><br>"... Aren't military men supposed to be fighting out in wars and stuff? How the hell did you wind up in here? Erm... if you don't mind me asking, of course." The blond held himself up with his hands, furrowing his brows in confusion.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 13:23:34</strong>
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				The Major was standing, looking through a window on the wall that wasn't there. It was always this with the new ones; <em>What are you in for? How come they need to keep you looked up in here like some animal?</em> Taking away a man's freedom, is a godamn terrible thing to do, when you think about it. There is just this one lifetime, right? What gives one man the right to lock away another?<br><br>He sniffed. "I hurt and killed some men."<br><br>His mind raced back to the campaign in the Middle-East. They were US soldiers. Had he killed any of those so-called foreigners, he wouldn't have faced anything worse than a dishonorable discharge. Robert had found them raping and molesting some young girls....and other terrible things that he still fought to forget. He could have reported them. He could have just threatened them to stop. Instead, for some reason, he had taken it upon himself to punish them in a manner that matched their hideous crimes. That had been a <em>long </em> night.<br><br>"They were bad men." He added. "What about you?"
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 17:17:40</strong>
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				Gabriel was prepared for his life within these walls. People like Gabriel and Major, men that had taken the lives of others, were usually prepared for the worst punishment. Whether it be death, life in prison, or some ridiculous seventy-year-sentence that would solve nothing, most of them were ready to serve out their time behind prison walls. It was such a shame that Gabriel and Major had to be kept in these walls for all the wrong reasons. From the look of it, the older man seemed rather unfazed as he simply said that he had killed men. These men were surely ones that <em>needed</em> to be killed. To Gabriel, first impressions meant a lot, and he had a vibe that this "Major" had all the right intentions when doing what he did.<br><br>"I killed my father." He responded, though there was no apologetic tone in his voice or anything like that. He twisted onto his stomach and picked at his nails, blue eyes fixated on his slender fingers. "He was... a bad man too." He narrowed his eyes. He was sick of letting the local police force back home take care of everything. They never accomplished anything and to Gabriel. So, he had shot his father rather heartlessly, point blank, with a shotgun. Nothing fatal, for he wanted his father to suffer for all the wrongs he had done to both himself and his mother. <br><br>No one saw it as protecting himself and his mother, though. All they saw was an eighteen-year-old, covered with blood and looking rather emotionless when they had found him with the gun in his lap.<br><br>His eyes squeezed shut, head shaking vibrantly to rid himself of such thoughts. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I know it's probably past the point of civility in prison, but I don't want to seem like a complete asshole." He grinned over to the older man. "How long have you been in here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 11:56:01</strong>
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				The tall prisoner ran his hand through his short hair, ending up at the back of his neck, rubbing. "Then it seems we both had our reasons."<br><br>He sat down on the lower bunk, taking his time before he spoke again. "A little more than six years. Still far from the point where you stop counting how long you've been here and start counting down instead. They'll probably never let me out, anyway."<br><br>He turned his head to look up at Gabriel. "Look, I don't know if you know what's going to happen next, but I'm going to level with you. You're young. Good looking. Those rapists out there are going to want to have their way with you. Don't fight them. Just close your eyes and your mind and get it over with. That way they won't beat you so bad. Some of them <em>will </em> beat you anyway, that's their thing. That's what gets them off. Just...don't fight."
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 12:32:46</strong>
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				"I don't think any of us are going to ever get to that point of counting down to our release. This place is reserved only for the worst, after all." Gabriel couldn't consider himself the worst since he had valid reason for doing what he did. Nevertheless, society looked down hard on a teenager when they had no idea what his side of the story was.<br><br>He rolled onto his back and folded his fingers over his stomach, eyes locked with the ceiling above. At least they weren't in solitary, for Gabriel was sure that he would go mad in a place like that. There was a long bout of silence from him as Robert explained to him what would most likely happen next. "I was prepared for that." He shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. "It's prison. The lowest of the low places in the world. I'm well-aware of stories and what might happen to me." He had thought all over that before he had shot his father, but it was all rather minuscule compared to the pain and suffering that he and his mother had gone through.<br><br>"Thanks for the warning, though." He gave a slight smile down to the military man. "At least I've got a cellmate that's experienced in these sorts of things, eh?" He hopped off of the top bunk and moved over to the glass wall, staring outward to the steel tables and whatnot on the lower floor. "Did you have to go through any of that?" He looked back, frowning. He wasn't afraid, but...<br><br>A man like Robert surely intimidated many of the prisoners, right?
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 12:51:54</strong>
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				The Major took a deep breath. "Yeah. But even then, I was older than you are now. And unlike you I stopped being cute when I quit using diapers. They didn't see me as an easy target. Nevertheless, they need to beat <em>everyone </em> into submission. To show all who's in charge. But when they came after me, I did fight back." He paused again. His voice was deep and clear.<br><br>"There were bloody fights. I gave them the worst beating I could muster, but they were too many. So I got myself a few weeks in the infirmary. It happened again. And again. Ribs broken. Scars. Busted lips and bruises and cuts. They got tired of me beating them, and I sure was tired of the infirmary. But they just couldn't call it off. That would be a sign of weakness. And the next step was the morgue."<br><br>Now there was a long break in his story. The Major stood again and leaned close to Gabriel on the top bed. "So I killed them. I killed the top three dogs in front of all the other prisoners. Others moved up to fill their ranks, but they had learned their lesson. Now, they just pretend that I don't exist. And that's fine with me."
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 13:00:38</strong>
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				His arms were crossed over his stomach as he came back toward the bed to climb up onto the top bunk to relax a bit. He wasn't necessarily sure if he should take the man's statement as a compliment, for being cute and rather gorgeous in this prison was a one-way ticket to trouble. "I... see." He frowned and turned his head slightly to observe the older man that was standing beside the bed now, leaning close. Just hearing that the man had killed the top three men rather ruthlessly was a bit of a surprise, but... he was a military man, after all. He had the training to kill and hopefully not feel bad about it.<br><br>Gabriel sure wouldn't if he had to fight so much.<br><br>"Guess you're a grade-A bad ass then, huh?" He gave a slight smile and shrugged. "Thanks, Major." Hopefully he would eventually be forgotten by the prisoners as Major had, but he wasn't counting on it. Gabriel was far from conceited, yet he knew that his presence in the prison would only attract the worst kinds of people. "For telling me that story, at least. I figure if we're gonna be cellmates, it'd be in our best interest to know more about each other, hm?" He sat up and let his legs dangle off the edge of the top bunk. <br><br>"Erm... do you have any family outside of the prison? Someone to even go back to?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 13:21:31</strong>
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				The answer was a blunt and immediate "No."<br><br>Robert lay down on his bunk, on top of his covers with his arms behind his head. For all he knew, the boy would be dead by the end of the day. Or he could be there for months or years. In any case, there was no needing spilling his guts about everything in his life in the first hour. They needed something to talk about next year.<br><br>He closed his eyes and against his will there were flashes of things in his mind's eyes. Happy memories from childhood. Some sad ones. Family. Friends. Love interests. The face of the boy who gave him his first kiss was a beautiful memory, but the Major quickly buried it in his mind again. Some memories weren't meant to be taken out of their boxes too often. There were memories that needed to be saved for special occations.<br><br>Instead he thought about his months in training. That had been hell-on-earth. In many ways it was much harder and worse than life in prison. And yet, it was not harsh enough to prepare him for real war. A few gruesome pictures was in his mind's eye that had problems fitting in any boxes. Most people would probably have difficulties imagining such horrors if they hadn't seen them.<br><br>"Hungry?" Two seconds after he had asked, there was a buzz and the doors opened, letting everyone out of their cells to head for the cantina in orderly lines.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 13:27:24</strong>
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				The sudden answer startled Gabriel a bit, though he figured that there were two possibilities: either Major was telling the truth and didn't have any family to return to, or he was lying to prevent himself from remembering the people on the outside. No one in this prison would ever see their family or friends again. To be honest, it was rather painful and useless to talk about such things in prison anyway. "Yeah... I don't have much of a family either. Only my mother." She had been horrified at what Gabriel had done, yet the boy did it for the both of them. It might take her a while to accept and appreciate the bravery the boy had in killing his father, but it didn't matter anymore.<br><br>The buzz caused him to lift his head from his pillow. He climbed off of the bunk and let out a slow, relaxed sigh. "Not really. I'm too nervous to eat." He put on a facade of being rather fearless, though in reality he was just as terrified as any boy his age would be. If they were in prison, of course. "But I'll do my best." He gave a warm grin to Robert and a thumbs-up as well.<br><br>He stepped out of the cell and glanced around at the variety of people that were coming out of their cells. He descended the stairs to head for the cantina, moving into one of the lines and slipping his hands into his pockets.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 13:34:13</strong>
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				The corridor were feeling with all sorts of men. They were young and old. Some were milky-white of skin and others coal black, and all shades in-between. They were big and some were small. Some were neat and others were scruffy-looking. Many wore tattoes. Some had scars. A few looked mean and dangerous. Others were obviously pale and frightened. And a whole bunch had blank faces that did not betray any emotion at all.<br><br>In between there were guards, monitoring everything. The Major found a line of his own and walked quietly. He didnt talk to anyone and no one talked to him. Robert just got his tray with the grub of the day and sat down to eat, all by himself.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 17:06:33</strong>
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				Seeing all these people told Gabriel that within prison, things were not so easily as just "assimiliating" into groups and having partners. No, everyone had their own back and that was just the way that Gabriel liked it. He had been just fine at keeping an eye on himself for all these years, making decisions for himself, and so forth. It would be no different to continue doing it in here. He was moving without really focusing on what was going on in front of him before he heard...<br><br>"Sir?"<br><br>The blond blinked and looked forward to the man that stood behind the counter. "Erm... sorry." Gabriel murmured, grabbing a tray and plate and holding it out. The food was put onto his tray and he moved away from the line, feeling many eyes staring at the boy as he made his way toward the table that Major sat at. Rather than sitting across from him, he sat down with his back against the table, for he never enjoyed leaving his back open for anyone to hurt him.<br><br>Placing the tray in his lap, he began to eat, observing all those around him with a wary eye. "I figure they'd put more similar people in the same cell block, but some of these people are so vastly different..." He murmured to no one in particular.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 15:07:54</strong>
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				"There's the gangs." The voice came from Gabriel's other side. At a nearby table there was a thin guy with a matching moustache; it did little apart from making his upper lip appear dirty. "There's the black gangs over there. Two of them, at least. But they'll join forces if threatened by any of the white or hispanic gangs."<br><br>He paused to chew some of his food with what appeared to be a poor selection of teeth. "I'm Wayne. Let me know if you need anything. Cigarettes. Razor. Rubbers. Pills. You don't have to worry...about money." His statement was followed by a glance downwards.<br><br>Meanwhile the Major had finished most of his meal and stirred the leftovers with a look of disgust.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 17:40:21</strong>
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				Gabriel was alerted to the presence of another man as the voice broke near him. He looked toward the thin man with a lifted brow, not knowing whether or not he should even be speaking to anyone in the prison. It was safe to say that he felt safe talking to no one within these walls, so it didn't comfort him that Wayne was so eager to help. People didn't do things without expecting something in return, and Gabriel had a nice idea of what his payment would be.<br><br>"Yeah, uhm... thanks." He made it a personal goal to not even ask for anything at all. He took a bite of his food and twisted his body around to face Major, though did not look him in the eye. He took another bite of his meal and gave a slight grunt, pushing the tray away slightly.<br><br>"Jesus, how do you guys eat this?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 11:31:29</strong>
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				"A soldier eats when he is told. If you've really been hungry, you don't question what. Not if you've been really hungry." He gulped down his water and pushed the tray away.<br><br>Wayne continued talking. "Tomorrow they're going to put you to work, somewhere. I might be able to pull some strings an get you on one of the easy work details. The auto shop is quite nice. Or maybe you prefer to work outside? You have any valuable skills?"<br><br>The major didn't look up as a group of five big hispanic inmates moved a little closer. They wore their prison uniforms in a way that showed off their menacing bulging muscles with taut white a-shirts on top.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 16:07:02</strong>
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				"Guess you're rather accustomed to that lifestyle, huh?" Gabriel questioned, grinning at the major. "Can't say that's so easy for me to do, though. I haven't been in the military." He poked at his food a bit but forced himself to eat, knowing that he'd need the energy to function during the day. <br><br>"Work... hmm... I'm not sure." He spoke thoughtfully, tilting his head back to try to think of some skill he had. "I can... clean pretty well. I can type really fast. Erm..." He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a laugh of amusement. "All the things that I'm good at would serve no purpose in prison." He grinned to the major, then turned his attention to the large group of inmates that were moving a little closer. He blinked, taking a glance to the major curiously and then frowning.<br><br>Uh oh.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 14:28:09</strong>
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				"Well...I'm sure they'll find work for you." Wayne turned his head to see the rough hispanic guys approaching and quited down. Most of them were big and burly with tattoes and menacing looks; some had shaven heads or goatees.<br><br>They stopped right in front of Gabriel, circling him almost. A couple of guards patrolling the cantina looked a little apprehensive and glanced up at the security cameras, expecting support if any sort of <em>situation </em> developed.<br><br>"Hey, boy." One of them said, in an accent that sounded mostly Mexican to anyone paying attention to the linguistics. "You're cute. I'm going to have me a piece of that ass of yours. Soon." He smiled, winked and his followers nodded. "Very soon."
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 21:32:51</strong>
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				Gabriel's eyes went back toward the older man until the group of rather burly men came up to him, seemingly circling him as if he were a piece of meat. His eyebrow lifted up as he stared at the man, showing that while they might have been big, the boy was rather... emotionless when it came to intimidation. He yawned slightly and leaned his cheek against his closed fist. "Kay." He responded, one leg crossing over the other and bobbing up and down.<br><br>While a boy of his size should have been afraid, Gabriel had become rather numb to the whole idea of being intimidated by someone bigger and stronger. He had suffered through it enough already and a group of this type of men wouldn't really terrify him to any extreme.<br><br>[ Sorry for short post, lovie. I've got a killer headache going on right now. &gt;&lt; ]
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 15:00:54</strong>
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				Maybe the tough guys had expected Gabriel to whimper with fear and piss himself. They just looked at his lack of terror for a few long seconds before the leader grinned and spoke again. "Ah, you're looking forward to it, huh? Can't wait to get some real mexican meat inside you?" He nudged his buddies. "Looks like we got ourselves a nice boy whore." They laughed and departed with some obscenities in their mother's tongue.<br><br>The Major had finished eating and soon the signal went out, calling everyone back to their cells. Sundays were always quiet, but tomorrow it'd be hard work and all the challenges of interacting with the other inmates throughout the compound. They got up and filed back to their cells.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 19:02:34</strong>
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				Gabriel rolled his eyes slightly at the continuation of words coming from the leader's mouth. He was well aware that he should have been scared, but it just wasn't happening for him. Perhaps he had already braced himself for what would be going on here. He glanced down to his barely-eaten meal but brought it to the trash, feeling that his appetite had gone sour for now. He just hoped his stay got better as time passed, because this would be unbearable if it didn't.<br><br>He slipped back into his cell with Major and opted to simply slide down against the wall rather than rest against his bed. He glanced toward the man with his curious eyes and leaned forward, arms resting over his knees. "What do you do for fun in here when you're not out there in the yard or whatever? A man like you has to get bored at some point, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 15:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major sat on his bed, arms on his thighs with the hands on his knees. He gave a half-smile and a little huff of air through his nose, as if something was amusing. "You're interesting, that's for sure. I've seen kids your age, or damn men twice your age, that have been sobbing in their beds minutes after arrival, crying for momma. But you're <em>bored</em>?"<br><br>He turned his head to look out that invisible window again. "There are books, if you like. Although nine out of ten inamtes here can barely read at all. The others do drugs, beat each other up or just go mad."<br><br>"Me, I can read a book once in awhile, but for the most part I go up here." He pointed a finger at his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 18:21:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I mean... it's not the best place to be, but I figure crying and bitching about it isn't going to solve anything." He shrugged his shoulders a bit and rose up onto his feet, his hands pushed into the pockets of his pants. "Guess it's just natural for me." He smirked and followed the eyes toward the barren wall. A window would have been nice to at least gaze outside when they weren't out in the yard, but that would ask for too much. The majority of them didn't deserve anything since their crimes had been so horrendous.<br><br>"You... go up here?" He questioned, finger pressing against his temple. "Is that healthy?" He teased, grinning and climbing up onto the top bunk to let his legs dangle over the side. "I admire your ability to find things to do. Teach me the ways, master." He was a rather playful young lad, making jokes and whatnot when he was really just...<br><br>Well, missing home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 14:58:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't mock me." The Major said, sternly. In reality he found the boy refreshing. He had a sense of humor and a pragmatic way of thinking. And he was quite attractive too, beautiful even.<br><br>"When a man his hungry he'll think about food. When he is imprisoned... well freedom is just one thing we are deprived of." He lay back on the bed, talking very quietly, so just the two of them could hear.<br><br>"I like to think about a beach. It's like one I used to go to when I was younger than you, but a little different. There are people there, smiling happily with white teeth against healthy tan faces. They have eyes that reflect the ocean and shimmer in the sunlight. Their smiles are warm and friendly. Sometimes I look around and I see people; this boy with blonde hair reading a magazine on his belly, while absent-mindedly bending his legs up and down at the knees. Maybe there are a couple of boys runnign out across the sand, with surfboards."<br><br>He took a deep breath. "I have many things I like to think about. Dream about. But most of them are...private."<br><br>There was a signal and a few seoncds later, lights started going out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 19:05:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His legs kicked back and forth gently as he stared down at the Major from his spot on the top bunk. He knew that the man had probably not had many roommates that were so carefree as Gabriel, as it was rather hard to be so when one was around the military man. He had a certain air of intimidation around him as well, so it was rather easy to be scared. For Gabriel, he found the man to be rather charming and handsome, very warm as well. One just had to look in deep to get that warmth out of him.<br><br>"A beach... now that brings back memories." He laid upon his belly and kicked his legs back and forth, his fingers idly playing with the edges of the pillowcase. His eyes closed and he let his memories drift to a time where he had been running down the beach with his mother, only a little child at the time. He was laughing and stumbling on the sand, having an absolute blast while his mother was laughing and smiling in joy. It was one of the few times he could recall seeing the woman being so exuberant.<br><br>"Understandable. It's not my place to ask questions about your private life, Major." He smiled, peeking his head over the edge of the top bunk. "If you want to talk about anything at any point though, I'm free to listen. I don't want you to think you've got no one to turn to in here." He giggled, stilling himself when the lights went off.<br><br>"What's going on? Lights out already?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 12:13:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah." The Major sounded a little suprised as well, in a good way. "Most of the time the days pass very slowly; an agonizing crawl of minutes and seconds. But this day wasn't like that, was it?" <br><br>He stood and went through his simple evening routine before all the lights were gone. He brushed his teeth, undressed and took a leak. The standardized shorts and t-shirt were tight on his muscled frame.<br><br>When lights went out and night crept in, he knew how many men lost their nerve. There were usually someone crying, especially the first night after arrival. <br><br>"Good night." The Major lay down on his tummy, on top of the covers. He rested his head on his hands, thinking about different things. He was wondering if he had been too nice with the boy. Once the thugs were starting to give him a really hard time, maybe he'd be resentful when he realized the Major couldn't do anything to help him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 16:37:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the inquiry, Gabriel shook his head in response. No, he figured this day had gone by relatively quickly in comparison to what the Major had to go through each day of his life. As he set into the schedule and repetition of it, however, Gabriel was sure that it would become slower and more agonizing as the days continued.<br><br>He allowed the Major to do everything he needed to do before tending to his own things. He brushed his teeth, changed into the sleeping clothes that they had out for them, and climbed into bed. His arms encircled his pillow slowly and he bent to rest his head against it. There was nothing but silence going on all around them, making Gabriel slightly uneasy.<br><br>"Night, Major." He murmured briefly before he buried his face against the pillows in hopes of just falling asleep quickly. The silence killed him, grating at his nerves and making him nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 10:14:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert Dahl had never needed much sleep, at least not since he became a military man. But he was discplined enough to put his body in a state of rest where he was at least half asleep. It was a soldier's duty to rest when he could, in addition to keep his skills and equipment in prestine condition.<br><br>He registered the silence, which was eventually broken by a few distant sobs. A few other places he could hear grunts and moans or muffled whimpers, as inmates where pleasuring themselves or each other.<br><br>When morning came, the Major found that he was having a massive erection. He couldn't remember any dreams, so he chalked it up to the natural processes of his body awakening. It would soften in a while.<br><br>Meanwhile, the lights were being turned on and some prison guards were moving along the hallways, clipboards at hand. They were assigning work duties. The major got up and moved to the sink to wash his his face and shave. His hard member made a long and thick bulge on his shorts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 19:40:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel's sleep was interrupted occasionally by the sob or whimper coming from somewhere in the cell block, though he did his best to ignore it. When the lights finally came on, his blue eyes fluttered open tiredly, having to get used to the sudden change in light around him. "Mmmh..." He rubbed at his eyes and lifted his head, taking his time to glance around the room. He let his eyes land on Major, though there was one distinct trait about the man that was rather noticeable this early in the morning.<br><br>His eyes widened at the sight of that massive bulge, though he only cleared his throat and tried to ignore it. Just the thought of it had been imprinted into his mind, though. It'd be with him the rest of the day, no doubt. "Morning, Major." He gave a warm grin to him and slipped off of the bunk bed, going to grab his clothes to change into. He kept his back to the Major as he stripped himself, his creamy, lithe figure on full display for the few seconds that he was nude.<br><br>He slipped his shorts onto his lower half and looked back over his shoulder. "Sleep well~?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 12:29:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the confines of the small cell, the Major was standing quite close to Gabriel when he turned around. Gabriel had his bottom bare and he had a thick morning wood in his underwear. Had the boy's cellmate been anyone else, Gabriel would surely have been thought a lesson right now. Instead he pulled on his own prison uniform, his erection slowly fading as they awaited the guards.<br><br>"As usual."<br><br>The guard, Frank, eyed Gabriel for a second or two. "Your're off to wood shop, boy. You'll be carrying planks for a few months. Then <em>maybe</em>, if you're on good behaviour, you'll get to carry smaller planks for a year or two. Then maybe you'll advance to get to wield a hammer."<br><br>He turned to Robert. "Major."<br><br>"Frank." The major gave him a nod.<br><br>He turned back to Gabriel. "Report to the foreman behind cell block B."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 16:51:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel smoothed out his uniform and glanced back to Major, glad that he had the man for a cellmate, to be honest. He was quite down-to-earth and kind... well, kind in a prison sense, at least. He knew that being nude before any other cellmate would have surely put him on display and left him vulnerable for touches. Yet the Major was more than happy to just... well, let him be.<br><br>"Mm?" He blinked, looking to the guard and tilting his head. "Wood shop... got it." He let out a sigh and then glanced to Major with a grin. "I'll see you later, Major. Take care." He saluted playfully and jogged toward the foreman, hoping that this day did not drag on with the work he'd be doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 13:03:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major had his own work detail which was in the auto shop. While he wasn't a mechanic himself, his status and background had given him the position as a foreman among the inmates in the garage. They did maintenance on prisoner transportation vehicles, as well as some Jeeps that were used for security patrols and also often civilian cars for people that wanted work done without paying much. A great deal of black market stuff went on in connection with the garage, but Robert left the control of that to the guards.<br><br>He headed on down there, put on some blue coveralls, and organized the work for the day. He wasn't afraid of about getting oil and grease on his fingers himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 15:25:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Much as expected, his day was... hell. The wood shop was not as bad as he expected it to be, yet working with some of the people there was utterly horrifying. He had to endure winks and lewd gestures that were directed his way, yet luckily, he had not been groped or anything like that. It only promised that things would go bad for him if he kept this up and didn't do anything about it. Nevertheless... all he could remember was the Major's words. To not fight back, because it was truly hell on earth trying to make your name in this prison.<br><br>When the work shift ended, Gabriel made his way back toward the cell and immediately collapsed upon the top bunk. His head nestled into the pillow, arms secure around it as he laid there in an attempt to get some relaxation. He wasn't hungry at all, having lost much of his appetite with feeling sick from all the disgusting people he worked with.<br><br>Gabriel was not a boy to just sit back and act as if nothing bothered him. If something went wrong... news would most likely spread quickly about his fighting back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 15:40:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was not much time before dinner and Gabriel only had a minutes to relax before there was a count. All the prisoner had to line up in front of their cells while the guards made sure everyone were where they were supposed to be. The Major wasn't there but the guards seemed to have accounted for on some other list.<br><br>"Fourty minutes 'till dinner." Someone said. "Everyone head for the showers. Move it! Move it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 16:06:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel was exhausted enough as it was, yet he did want to get a quick shower. A very quick one, as he didnt' want to have to leave himself vulnerable in a place like that. He slid off of his bunk and moved toward the front of his cell sleepily. He would be standing still as he was accounted for, yet the guards did not even make a mention of where Major was. Gabriel looked around slowly, trying to spot the older man in any crowd, yet unable to do so.<br><br><em>Where the hell is he?</em> He frowned and made his way toward the showers with everyone else. He felt a bit of worry, yet... word would spread quickly if something went wrong, wouldn't it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 13:22:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were a few simple rows of benches where the inmates could place their uniforms while showering. Towels were lined up in piles by the doors to the showers. All the men started undressing, revealing bodies that were as different as one could possibly imagine. Old and young. Thin and fat. Black and white.<br><br>Soap for washing hair and body came from big dispensers on the walls next to the showers. The showers themselves were not in stalls, just lined up along the walls all around the room. The guards remained outside, but they would hear if there were any trouble.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 14:11:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel stepped within the showering block and peered around, hoping to catch sight of Major somewhere within the ranks of people in this room. Well, the block was quite large, so he perhaps had just not found him yet. "Mm?" He looked to the benches upon being instructed to undress. With a slowness to it, Gabriel disrobed and soon made his way to one of the empty shower heads at the other end of the room. Blue eyes focused straight ahead, not paying attention to any jeers he received or lewd comments.<br><br>His hand reached out to turn the knob to the perfect temperature. A blast of mildly warm water hit his face, soon cascading down his body and slicking the boy's skin up nicely. He took advantage of the dispensers on the wall, squirting the shampoo into his hand first so he could thoroughly clean the long blond hair that hung over one of his shoulders.<br><br>Where the fuck was Major?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 15:37:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was like all eyes were on Gabriel as he walked across the cold tiles of the shower floor. Steam was quickly rising all around, but not enough to mist up and obstruct the view of the door, where the hispanic gang just entered. They took one glance at Gabriel then started walking towards him; naked with ripped, bulging muscles and big cocks dangling between their legs.<br><br>Other prisones drew away from Gabriel, minding their own business. The hispanic inmates stopped, in a similar half-circle around Gabriel as back in the cafeteria. "Get on your knees, bitch. Time to suck some cock."<br><br>"Don't." The Major stepped up behind the gang of inmates. He was wearing a towel around his waist. While he wasn't ripped as a bodybuilder, like some of these gang members, he looked extremely well-trained. Muscled arms, powerful shoulders and chest were marked here and there by some old war wounds; pale scars now. "Not him. Not now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 18:38:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel's fingers slicked back through his hair to make sure that all the shampoo had disappeared from his long blond hair. Upon the sound of a familiar voice, his eye twitched. <em>These morons again?</em> He let out a sigh, not wanting to have to deal with such stupidity at the moment. He turned himself around and stared directly at the leader with a look of fire in his eyes.<br><br>Before he could open his mouth and piss them off, it seemed that Robert had stepped up and warned them against doing anything. The younger man looked to the Major with shock, then stared back to the gang with a lifted brow. Without saying a word, he just turned himself around and squirted some of the soap into his hand to wash into his body now. <br><br><em>Thank you, Major...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 13:35:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tough guys turned from Gabriel to the Major, sneering. They glanced at each other, unsure if they were ready for this confrontation, here and now. "You don't scare me motherfucker." the lead guy barked. "You're dead. And when you're dead, we'll fuck your little bitch up. Then we'll kill him too." They made some offensive and threatening movements, then slinked away.¨<br><br>The Major threw his towel over a hook and found a vacant shower not far from Gabriel. He let the water splash over his muscled body. His cock was soft, but still long and very thick. Strong hands moved over his face and head as he scrubbed himself clean with closed eyes.<br><br>After a little while, most of the inmates were done showering and moved back to the changing room to dry off and get their prison uniforms back on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 14:12:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Was fucking with the Major really such a smart idea? From what he could tell, the man was trained to kill in the army. Trying to threaten and intimidate him would be a fruitless endeavor, and as expected, Gabriel saw no visible reaction in the older man's face. Once the gang had gotten away from them, a breath of relief came from the younger inmate. "Erm... thanks, Major." He spoke up, obviously being one to thank when thanks were due. Had the man not come when he had, he shuddered to think what would have happened.<br><br>He returned his attention to the shower before him, though even doing so proved to be rather hard. Through his peripheral vision, he could take a glimpse of the Major's well-endowed piece, still soft, but intimidating in length and girth. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find it one of the most delicious sights that he'd ever laid eyes on.<br><br>Eventually, his own shower was shut off and Gabriel set about drying his own body off. Ah yes, there was a valid reason as to why those eyes of the gang were set on him, for he truly was a diamond in the rough among these men. The flesh seemed as smooth as a baby's bottom, unmarked by scars or anything else of that nature. This was definitely a boy who took care of himself. Water dripped down over the curvature of his body as he dried his hair.<br><br>The most delicious piece definitely had to be that bottom of his, though. The perfectly round globes looked oh-so-squeezable, especially since they were currently glistening with water. Just as soon as the view had been given, it had been taken away with the towel coming around his waist. "Thanks again, Major." He spoke warmly to the older man, flashing him a soft smile. "I don't know what I could do to repay you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 13:11:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major glanced at Gabriel, a half-smile passing over his lips. "Don't worry. I'm not asking anything in return. I don't even know why I stepped in at all. It's really not my business." He hated to admit it to himself, but he knew why. He was liking the boy; both on a personal level and by mere attraction.<br><br>Having dried and changed the prisoners were off to eat again before they'd be shoved back into their cells. Sometimes there were mingling in the late afternoons and there was room for games and physical training.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 18:58:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He flashed another smile to the Major and shook his head. "Nonsense. I know that you don't expect anything in return but there's gotta be something I can do." When thanks and repayment were due, Gabriel was always quick to jump on it and offer whatever the other wanted. He dried himself off and brought his clothes onto his body just in time for the guards to start ushering everyone back to get food.<br><br>He moved alongside the older man to get back to the cell block. He was quick to get food and settled at a free table, managing to actually eat a bit this time. The food was all right by prison standards, but it still felt strange eating the food that he really had no idea what it was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 12:42:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major sat quietly eating with military efficiency. Some of the other newcomers had bruises and walked stiffly, obviously having been the victims of some sorts of assaults during the last night and day. A couple of the veterans ogled Gabriel, with obvious interest. None approached him though. They were just biding their time until they'd get him on their own.<br><br>When the meal was over, the Major drank his water and carried the tray over to the cleaning station, along with all the others. In a jail with less security, they'd spend the evening playing ping pong or board games or relaxing in common rooms. This was high security, and most of the time was spent working or confined to their cells. There was only a short period available for getting some air outside.<br><br>Soon, the two cell mates found themselves back in their little area. The Major was looking out his imaginary window again, for a little while at least. He obviously had some reading in mind, as there were two new books on the little shelf next to their beds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 18:11:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By now, Gabriel was used to the stares that he would be inevitably getting during his permanent stay here. No matter how old or young the inmates were, how big or small, it seemed that Gabriel was going to be drawing them in like flies soon enough. The food disappeared from his plate rather quickly since Gabriel had forced himself to eat it, and once that was done, he would put his tray on the line that lead back into the kitchen for washing. The majority of the cellmates were doing something to entertain themselves, such as playing cards, as it was really the only thing they had to do to be happy. The Major had just been lucky enough to get a book or two to read to keep his attention, however.<br><br>"Oooh, new books." Gabriel murmured quietly to himself as they re-entered their cell. He smoothed back the long blond hair, allowing it to hang over one of his shoulders. "Do you mind if I read one of these, Major?" He asked, picking the smaller one up and holding it up for emphasis to the older man. "Unless you had plans to read this one first." He grinned, moving to the bed and crossing his arms upon the top bunk where the Major was laying.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 12:47:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The older man slowly regained focus, coming out of his reverie. He still looked a little distant, as if his mind was preoccupied with some predicament. He shrugged, not seeming to mind that Gabriel wanted to read one of the books.<br><br>His eyes rested on the young man's lips, shifting up to his eyes momentarily. Then he leaned in and kissed him briefly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 14:08:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel held the book within his hand, taking his time to read over the title. No doubt some sort of military strategy book, something that might have been more up the Major's alley. Of course, that didn't mean Gabriel wasn't eager to read and learn a bit, though. He had an expert in the cell with him as well, so he could ask if he had a question or was confused on a certain part. He glanced back up to gauge the man's reaction, though before he really had time to get that reaction...<br><br>A meeting of lips had been initiated, one that Gabriel wouldn't expect from a man like the Major. Those blue eyes were widened as the older man pulled away, though he would really be able to tell that Gabriel was almost in a daze as he stood there. The kiss had been brief, but where it had been short, it had been good. "I... mmm..." He reached his fingers up to brush over his own lower lip, still swearing he could feel the man's lips against his own.<br><br>"What was that for, Major?" He questioned, blue eyes widened with curiosity as he looked to the military man laying there on the top bunk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 11:06:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The somewhat older prisoner scratched the back of his neck, where his hair was shaved really short. He had a distant expression on his face. "I haven't kissed anyone in a long time. And your lips...are very kissable. An understatement really." His half-smile faded into a worried one.<br><br>"Don't worry. I'll never cross any lines. I would never force myself on anyone." The Major thought there had been some sort of connection and the kiss had in a way been to confirm it. He thought it had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 16:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't unpleasant at all, oh no. Just... unexpected. The stoic, gruff older prisoner had come across as rather uninterested in things like kissing and romance. A military man could not be so affectionate and sappy, could he? Those blue eyes were filled with intensity and curiosity as he stood at the side of the bunkbed, fingers curled a bit into the railing. One finger would come up and rest on his own lower lip, feeling the slight plumpness of them. Kissable?<br><br>"I wouldn't take you to be a forceful man in that sense." He assured the older man and allowed a smile to come onto his face. He would hesitate before leaning forward and pressing a careful, warm kiss on the Major's lips as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 12:22:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major felt his heart skip a beat at the kiss. He cursed himself inwardly for allowing such emotions to bloom and surface. Prison was no place for infatuation. His cock started swelling too. There was obviously some pure physical part to his attraction to Gabriel as well. <br><br>When the kiss was over, the Major looked into Gabriel's eyes. "That was...nice."<br><br>Maybe a romance was what would keep him from going mad in this place? Even if his feelings weren't returned. Even if it made him vulnerable, physically and emotionally. It would keep him from going cold and distant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 15:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss was the first real one he had experienced in his life. He was not the weathered man who had been through so many life experiences like the Major had, after all. He had a handful of even affectionate moments, yet none of them had been so intense as to include a kiss or anything like that.<br><br>"Very nice." He mused quietly, his cheeks a slighter pink as he stood there at the Major's bedside. He could feel his own cock swelling in between his legs, trapped there since Gabriel was rubbing his thighs together slightly. He bit his lower lip and gave a gentle squeeze to the Major's hand, not really knowing where to go with this afterward. "I... wouldn't mind doing that again sometime, Major. Uhm... if you want, I mean." He quietly eased himself into the bottom bunk, stretching his figure out in relaxation.<br><br>The last thing he wanted to do was rush the older man. If romance was to be found in prison, it had to be handled delicately, especially with a catch like this man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 12:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I <em>would </em> like that." The Major smiled with his eyes. He turned fully over on his back, to relieve the preassure from his hardening shaft pressed into the mattrass. The ceiling above was white, although the paint had flaked away a few places to show the grey concrete underneath.<br><br>He lay quiet for a time, savouring the feeling of those first kisses. But eventually his military disipline was coming down on him again. He couldn't allow himself to stay in bed all evening. It was far too easy to get lazy in prison. And following the body, the mind would deteroriate.<br><br>With that notion, he jumped down on the floor and started his usual work out; sit-ups push-ups, body lifts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 19:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel was allowed to lay upon the bottom bunk and mull over what had just happened. It would be far too uncharacteristic of both the Major and himself if they went any further. After all, Gabriel had the feeling that the Major was a man who liked to take things a bit more slowly than just running into a whole batch of hungry, wild kisses and touches like some people in prison. The boy's finger twirled a bit of his hair slowly, blue eyes turned downward to his own erection that was straining in his pants. No one had ever given him a kiss that intense before and caused such a reaction out of him... <br><br>He jumped when he felt the weight shifting on the upper bunk and the Major jumping down to begin exercising. Gabriel allowed his eyes to focus on the older man, watching him as he worked out with such intensity and determination. <br><br><em>I'm... lucky.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 11:52:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major was down to his white underwear as he lifted his own weight repeatedly from the bar in the ceiling. His sweat was making his tight t-shirt cling to his muscular torso and his shorts to take on a bit of a see-through quality. The outline of his long, thick cock was clearly visible on them.<br><br>He grunted quietly as he forced himself to take two more repetitions. His latest confrontation with the other inmates might cause further conflict. It was always best to be prepared for fighting.<br><br>When he lowered himself, he turned to look at Gabriel. "You do much physical exercise, kiddo?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To say that Gabriel was entranced by the delicious sight was an understatement. The boy tried to be as unseen as possible, gobbling up the sight of that powerful body while it sweated and worked to perfect itself. His tongue lashed over his lower lip slightly as he laid upon his bed, luckily hidden a bit from the Major's sight since he was on the bottom bunk, after all. Eyes traveled all over the strong frame, built for power and killing and everything else under the sun. Those eyes would glide toward the large cock that was nestled in between his legs, immediately feeling a jolt of arousal in between his own smaller ones.<br><br>"Mmm?" He was drawn out of his daze when he was questioned. "Well... I did a lot of swimming when I was out of here." He explained, sliding out from underneath the bunk and blushing. "Obviously I didn't exercise as much as you, though. You make it look really easy." He nibbled on his lower lip, thighs pressing close to one another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 10:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major wiped his brow with a small towel that hung over the bottom edge of his bed. "Swimming is&nbsp; good exercise. But you won't be able to keep that up in here. I can help you get some physical training if you want to. It'll help make the days go by."<br><br>He stood closer to Gabriel, skin glistening. They had their own little sink, and the Major filled a plastic drinking bottle with water, rehydrating and cooling himself down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 17:42:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes followed a bead of sweat as it went from the man's neck and down over his chest and stomach. He was lost in thought as the man spoke, blue eyes almost in a haze while they were so intently focused on that solid, masculine frame. Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze and cleared his throat. "E-Eh... huh?" He murmured softly, his hand moving to rest against the back of his neck. He felt no excuse would hide what he had been truly doing, so he simply shut himself up and settled down, focusing on the words he was sure he had heard.<br><br>Exercise, that's right.<br><br>"What kind of exercise?" He questioned softly, looking upward to the taller man with a slightly flushed expression evident on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 13:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lifting weights, push-ups, sit-ups...just exercises to get you stronger." He sat down next to Gabriel on Gabriel's bed. He could see the lust and excitement in the boy's eyes. And he could feel the sexual tension in their cell. Gabriel had obviosly liked the kiss and maybe he found him attractive. But the Major was apprehensive about rushing things. Then again, the sexual tension was making him aroused as well; making his cock swell in the confines of his underwear; growing long and thick.<br><br>"Would you like to see it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps a bit of exercise wouldn't do him any harm... or at least the kind that the Major had in mind. He'd get stronger and would be able to fend off people a bit more easily, though he was certain that it wouldn't do that much good. He was destined to be small and he accepted that by now. Those blue eyes would turn upward to the man as he settled next to him upon his bed. Such sweet, young eyes were truly not used to this sort of sexual tension, yet he seemed so... easy-going about it.<br><br>The inquiry made his cheeks fluster brightly, legs pressing together rather tightly. "I... u-uhm..." He gulped, nearly salivating as his eyes struggled to stay upon his face. "... Yes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major looked at the boy, finding him very beautiful.<br><br>He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, then took a deep breath before he pulled his boxer-briefs down and let his cock out. It seemed to slither out from the fabric like a thick snake. In some ways it looked like a snake, long and thick. But even without touching it, there could be no doubt that it was warm and smooth; the skin soft over the hard shaft. The head was big, swollen, slowly getting moist at the very tip. <br><br>"Do you like it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 20:15:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel's eyes were almost dazed as he peered downward at the beautiful piece of flesh that was in between the Major's thighs. The man was truly blessed with a rather large endowment and Gabriel admired it openly, eyes running over every inch of the thick cock. He had to wet his own lips as well, as he felt a certain dryness in his throat from swallowing so much. He felt a deep hunger growing in his belly, staring down at that deliciously thick cock. <br><br>His hand moved forward and hesitated briefly before gently coming down and squeezing around it slowly. "It's... amazing..." He breathed out and closed his eyes, head falling gently against his broad shoulder. "You're really big... you're so lucky..." He murmured, weighing the heavy cock in one hand and grasping at the Major's arm with the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 11:31:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The older prisoner gave a half-smile, then pulled the underwear all the way down, exposing his large, smooth balls as well. The shaft stood high, bending just a little to side on account of it's own weight.<br><br>The major watched Gabriel put his hand on it and snuggle closer. He was so sensual and innocent. The major put his hand on Gabriel's back and stroked him lightly.<br><br>"You can play with it, if you like. As much as you like." He kissed Gabriel's temple and forehead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 16:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel was certain that he'd never seen a cock this big or gorgeous in his life. Of course, the only cocks that Gabriel had ever had any contact with were his own and the ones in the occasional porn from time to time. But this... this was so much different and so much better. Blue eyes turned upward to lock with the Major's eyes, having a rather vulnerable look about him at the moment.<br><br>The gentle kisses felt so comforting and affectionate that Gabriel couldn't help but smile. His free hand slid downward to gently cup those large balls, squeezing and kneading at them while his other hand ran all over the thick, long cock. "You're... wow." He breathed out, still rather hard on believing that this was actually happening.<br><br>He tilted his head up and pressed a soft kiss against the man's jaw, peppering kisses to his lips where he sealed their lips together briefly. "I haven't... done this sort of thing before. Tell me if I'm doing badly, okay?" He was running on sheer instinct and what he had learned from the few pornos he had watched when he had been back home. He jiggled the heavy balls slightly in one hand, other hand setting into a slow, steady jerking motion for the major's hefty cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 13:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Major Robert Dahl let out a sigh of pleasure. He didn't look wild with lust and desire, like some people who had to overact their excitement like some crazy ape.<br><br>"Don't worry. As far as I can tell, you're very good at this." He smiled wryly, then kissed him again. His cock was at it's full size; as hard and engorged as it could possibly get. The wetness on the tip was collecting in clear drops, starting to drip down the underside of the head and nearing Gabriel's hand.<br><br>The Major shifted his own hand to Gabriel's upper thigh and nearing his crotch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 15:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel would never expect the Major to be as wild and lewd as some of the other inmates might have been if they were in Robert's position. The man was dignified and had a sense of pride and professionalism about him. Perhaps Gabriel was attracted to that part of him as well, yet the boy knew one thing was certain.<br><br>He was absolutely entranced by every aspect of this man. He curled himself closer to the man's powerful frame and returned that gentle kiss, his pouty lips pressing against the older man's carefully. Hands did not stay idle, still playing with those heavy balls and the towering cock so carefully, treating them as fragile objects that deserved the best treatment he could ever give.<br><br>"Mmm... really? I'm glad." He murmured against his mouth, letting out a sudden groan while the large hand would rub along his upper thigh and near his groin. "You want to see it, Major?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 15:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kisses trailed along Gabriel's cheek, until he reached his ear. There, he gently caught the lower ear lobe between his lips and whispered. "Yes. I'd like that."<br><br>He parted his own legs just a little to give Gabriel easier access to his balls. They were smooth and big, matching his thick shaft. Bulging veins ran along the length of his cock, giving a nice rough contrast to the smooth texture of his skin.<br><br>The Major reached over to open a button on the uniform, pausing to stroke Gabriel's hard bulge through the fabric of his clothes, before he continued to expsose his cock entirely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 15:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel's head leaned to the side while the lips made their way toward his ear to whisper so deeply against it. That low tone sent a shiver racing through the younger inmate's body as he nestled into his side. "Mmmh... it's all yours then, Major..." He gave him one more kiss and jerked the massive shaft a bit faster, free hand squeezing and jiggling those big balls as well. The boy was absolutely in love with the man's package no doubt, as it was just the right size to make a boy like him squirm.<br><br>It seemed touches from an older, experienced man could make him squirm too! The blond grit his teeth and wiggled his hips out of his uniform until he was bottomless, showing off that rather petite cock. It wasn't impressive to say the least, but it wasn't too small either. Average perhaps, yet oh-so-fitting for someone like Gabriel. His thighs parted wide and he gave the older man a hungrier kiss, whimpering against those lips.<br><br>"Touch me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 12:18:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major was breathing a little harder. His cock produced more precum now, that Gabriel's hand was coating the shaft with to make it slick. He glanced down at his own shaft and Gabriel's hands working it. The boy's efforts would obviously be rewarded with a load of cum in a little while.<br><br>He took Garbiel's knee and lifted it over his own, so that their outer thigh touched and their inner calves; legs intertwining. The Major reached for Gabriel's cock with his strong hand, holding it at the base.<br><br>"Perfect." he whispered as he started stroking it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 14:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both of his hands were working their magic, for he wanted the Major to feel some pleasure for once in his life here. The man surely didn't have this sort of contact with anyone before, or at least Gabriel assumed, while he was locked up in prison. "Mmmh..." He leaned up and pressed his lips against the Major's once more as their legs intertwined, the long, smooth leg curling about the harder, thicker one. Once the contact was made to his own cock, Gabriel let out a sweet moan that echoed within the cell.<br><br>"Robert..." It was a rare time that he actually used the man's name. "Mmmh..." He whimpered, giving the man's balls another squeeze and his cock a faster jerk while the other's hand squeezed the base of his own cock. "A-Ahhh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 12:11:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major stroked Gabriel's cock slowly at first, then a little faster. When Gabriel increased the pace of his own hand, the older prisoner gasped. For a moment he clenched his teeth and took several hard breaths through them. The pleasure he felt made him stroke Gabriel even faster too.<br><br>His body was already glistening with perspiration from his workout, muscles bulging and tensing. He clutched at the sheets with his other hand, the one away from Gabriel.<br><br>When he came, the Major locked lips with the boy again. Cum started oozing from the tip even before the orgasm really got started. Then his cock spasmed and jerked, sending a series of spurts over his chest and abdomen, with more running down over Gabriel's handsa and fingers.<br><br>His moans were soft and quiet, but there could be no doubt that the climax was extremely powerful. The amount of cum was staggering. Throughout the orgasm, the Major kept stroking Gabriel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 15:26:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For Gabriel, his own climax came a bit too quickly for his own tastes, though at least he was able to cum with the Major simultaneously, right? He hadn't been touched like this before, so having the Major stroking him along with Gabriel stroking the Major was definitely a rather delightful experience. "Mmmh..." His lips locked with the older man's own and his hips would lift up eagerly as the fingers pressed down around the base of his own smaller cock. "Robert... mmff... mmmh~!" His own sounds were a bit louder as he spread his legs as far as they would go, cock gushing that sweet, delicious cream all over the Major's stroking fingers.<br><br>As for Gabriel, he did not stop stroking the Major either, in fact starting to jerk him faster as he was climaxing. They both made quite a mess as they climaxed, sinking against each other in relaxation in the aftereffects of it. "Mmmh..." He was giving the man lazy, gentle kisses by now, eyes fluttering open and closed periodically.<br><br>"That was... mmmh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 11:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major's muscled chest was raising and lowering quite rapidly as he regained his breath. As their orgasms faded, he slowly stopped stroking Gabriel's cock as well. He brought the hand to his lips to lick one or two of the largest globs of cum, before he put his arms around the boy to hold him close.<br><br>He nodded agreement. That was certainly pleasurable. "Mmhmm..." He was getting sleepy as well. It had been a long time since he had any closeness with anyone. In spite of the hell they lived in, he really felt good.<br><br>Robert gave Gabriel another kiss. "Thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 19:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel's own fingers were being licked clean of the delicious cum that stayed on them, rather addicted to that delicious flavor. "Mmn..." He curled himself closer to the Major's chest and gave his neck a soft kiss while he was held so securely. He needed to get a nap now, for an orgasm like that had surely weakened him and made him exhausted beyond belief. "Let's... mmnh... get some rest..." He spoke softly, hand gliding up and down over Robert's bare chest.<br><br>"We can do that more often later on, right?" He questioned quietly, hugging his neck and shifting into his lap slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 09:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The major pulled the boy closer and wrapped his arms around him. He lay still for a while, enjoying their moment. "Yes. We can do that often..."<br><br>He slept a little, but not too long. The rest of the while, he stroked Gabriel's arm and shoulder, kissing his soft skin lightly. When the lights went out, he rose and went to their sink to wash up a little; the exerction had made him sweaty and messy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 10:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel curled himself up against the bulkier frame, enjoying the warmth and comfort that the man could give him. "Mmm..." His hand ran upward over his wide chest as they curled up so close to each other, sharing a nice moment like this and even going so far as to snooze together. Gabriel was rather tired from their activity and the first orgasm he had had in a long time. When the other finally rose up when the lights went out, Gabriel lifted his head tiredly. "Mmmnh..."<br><br>He would make his way to the sink as well and wash his face as well. He cleaned himself up a bit while he was at it, making sure that he was clean as could be. "That was a nice nap~"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 14:35:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was." The Major still stood naked in the diminishing light of their cell. He leaned against one of the bunks, arms crossed over his chest, watching Gabriel, without speaking. He admired the beauty of his face and his slender body. His hair and his soft curves.<br><br>He wondered what the boy felt about him. About them. About everything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 20:46:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy tied his hair up into a high ponytail, those long, flaxen locks falling down his covered back. For Gabriel, the boy still hadn't opted to change into any pants, so he was bottomless as he stood before the sink. "Hmm?" He looked over to him upon feeling those intense eyes focused on him, making him blush slightly.<br><br>"Something wrong?" He asked, moving toward the man and settling into the bunk beside him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 12:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing." There was nothing he could say that would be appropriate. He didn't want to jinx anything by being presumptious. They could share this cell for years, or hours. Anything could happen. All he could do was live for the moment.<br><br>He made himself smile. "You're a blessing, you know. I'm not much of a man of faith, but this seems like a gift of some sort. Not to objectify you or anyhthing. I mean...you're beautiful. All of you." he kissed Gabriel's cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 15:30:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel's blue eyes would widen slightly as the other complimented him so graciously, so easily. For Gabriel, it was hard for him to accept such compliments without blushing like a madman. "Major..." He closed his eyes as he felt the lips pressing so tenderly against his cheek. This man was not a man of affection most of the time, he could tell. So a compliment like that and a kiss on the cheek was truly spectacular in his eyes.<br><br>"You sure know how to flatter, you know that?" He grinned, his hand coming to curl over his wide chest. "I'm glad that you're my cell mate too, Major. It's nice to have someone with me that's not... well, a vulgar, lewd idiot. I figured that's all that was in prison. Thanks for proving me wrong." He murmured, giving the older man a tender, warm kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 13:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert nodded in agreement. He pulled the boy close and held him tight, wondering how empty the cell would be if they were seperated, even if they had known each other for just a couple of days.<br><br>The Major put his hand on Gabriel's bare thigh. "You can stay in my bed tonight, if you like. Or your own bunk. Just know there's room for you here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 21:25:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He curled himself up tightly against the Major's side and allowed his fingers to trace over his chest, brushing over any scar that the man might have acquired during his years in the force. His blue eyes would close slowly as he nestled in against the man's side, head falling gently against his shoulder.<br><br>"I think I'll sleep here if you don't mind." He murmured quietly, giving his shoulder a kiss. "I sleep better with you near me, I think." He would smirk and slide his arms around his neck as well, body falling rather relaxed against Robert's own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 14:49:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major hadn't slept close to anyone for years and years. It felt good. He loved how Gabriel's soft, warm body felt against his own hard, chisled frame. He put his arms around him, stroking gently down his shoulder to the small of his back, where the shirt ended and the curve above his bottom was the strongest.<br><br>His long, thick cock had remained half-hard and now lay between them like a fat sausage.&nbsp; The Major was very content, but he wasn't very sleepy. The brief nap before had envigorated him. But he was happy to just lay still and cuddle if Gabriel wanted to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 15:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The younger inmate was quite content to just lay there as well, doing nothing but reveling in the closeness that they shared. It was the first time that this sort of intimacy had been shared by Gabriel, and the first time in a long time for the Major. His hand slid up and down along the hardened frame of the other's body, fingers tracing over each finely-toned muscle. The man was all that he could ever really ask for in a partner, to be honest.<br><br>"Major... tell me about your love life, hm?" He grinned, looking up with amusement. "You've got a lot of experience for someone who seems so distant. You must have had lots of partners on the outside, hm?" He stuck his tongue out, his hand drifting down to give that thick piece of flesh a slow, gentle stroke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 15:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert smiled at that. With Gabriel sticking his tongue out, he took the opportunity to give it a lick. He could feel the boy's hand on his shaft, pretty confident that it would grow fully hard with such attention, without him giving it any conscious thought.<br><br>"Not really. I learned from, well not <em>from </em> really. I learned <em>with </em> a boy I grew up with. We had no idea what we were doing. Much younger than you are now even. When he moved away, I never really had much contact with anyone. I gave my life and body to the Service."<br><br>He paused, getting a distant look in his eyes. "There were a few fellow soldiers. And there a few civilians when we were given leave in large cities. But as soon as I became an officer. Well, it's a lonely life. Almost like prison."<br><br>"What about you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 15:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy took his time to sit up slowly and pull his own shirt over his head, for he wanted to feel the contact of bare skin upon bare skin. Gabriel's own figure was so finely toned from many years of swimming. It was nothing compared to the Major's own body, though it was respectable and quite beautiful in its own right. "How sweet." He would giggle, leaning back down against his side. His body fit so perfectly within the crook of the man's side, making Gabriel imagine that he might have been created solely to fit right here and belong.<br><br>"Well that's still respectable. You spent your entire life devoting your soul to protecting people. I say you deserve some love." He curled his body closer, face nestling against his neck. "Mmm... not much myself, to be honest... I've never been straight-up intimate or anything like that. There was a boy at high school. He was a popular guy, though. Didn't want anyone knowing so I stopped that before it turned serious. It's safe to say you're the... well, real first person that I've ever had contact with. That kind of contact, anyway."<br><br>All the while as he spoke, his hand was slowly stroking the fat shaft, feeling it thicken up beneath his fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 10:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The major leaned in to kiss Gabriel's cheekbone. He trailed his cheek with little pecks until he reached his ear, which he teasingly licked and playfully bit. His hand shifted further down to the boy's ass, cupping it and kneading it. It was so sexy that his cock immediately sprang to full attention, throbbing hard in Gabriel's hand.<br><br>He let go of the boy's cute bottom for a moment, stroking over his chest and finding a nipple to tease and play with. "Well, we've got all the time in the world to take this as slow or fast as you'd like." <br><br>Robert's hand slid down Gabriel's abdomen and alongside his shaft until he found his balls. He cupped them gently and rubbed them lightly in his strong hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 11:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy would let out a soft noise of delight as he felt those teeth nipping at his ear playfully. The wandering hand would make him arch slightly, hips pressing against the side of the older man's thigh in the process. "Mmm..." His hand did not stop its movements, jerking the thickening cock slowly. With each stroke, those heavy balls underneath would bounce and jiggle, soon caught up within the smooth palm of the young man. "Mmmh..." He purred almost like a kitten with the feel of that much larger hand kneading at his own balls.<br><br>"Major... nnnh..." He whined, curling one leg around the man's hips. "Oooh yes... mmmh~!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 13:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert smiled, watching how strongly the boy reacted.&nbsp; His hand shifted up along Gabriel's shaft, stroking him in return. Then he returned to the balls again, finding them very sexy. He wanted to taste him. His fingers trailed a little further back, to the spot between balls and asshole, fingering it lightly.<br><br>"Turn around." The major said. He showed Gabriel how they could lie in sort of a sideways 69 position. "You can use your mouth if you like. Or if you don't want to, your hand feels great as well."<br><br>With that, Robert leaned in and let his tongue swirl around the head of Gabriel's cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:52:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The younger prisoner would arch slowly as he felt the finger tickling slowly along his balls and squeezing at the smaller orbs so gently. "Mmmh..." He arched and grasped tightly onto the man's thighs, nails clawing into them while the man worked his body so perfectly. "Major..." He panted, shifting into the suggested position with ease. His legs would spread open rather wantonly for the older man to leave himself exposed.<br><br>He took the opportunity to lavish the man's own balls with kisses and suckles. "Mmmh..." He let his tongue swirl around the cum-laden balls, suckling one into his mouth to nurse on it affectionately. "Mmmhhh!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 13:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The major noted how eagerly and easily Gabriel used his mouth on him. He was happy that the boy wanted to please him orally, although Gabriel's jaw would probably ache afterwards if he'd take his thick shaft in between those beautiful lips of his. Robert's balls were large and round with the softest skin. They were sensitive and sensual, providing him with wonderful sensations.<br><br>"That feels so good..." he whispered. <br><br>He pressed his own tongue and lips and chin against Gabriel's hard cock, while his hand continued to rub his balls and the base of his shaft. He sucked and licked on that sensitive string underneath the head, getting it wet before he sucked a third of the cock in between his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 20:00:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel's delicate hips would grind back and forth as the man took him in between his lips with such skill. "Mmmh..." He was busy himself with nursing on those large balls, which proved to be quite a task since they were so big. "T-That feels good too... nnngh..." He groaned, thighs splayed open around the man's head so he could get easier access to the boy's shaft and balls. <br><br>His lips would remove themselves from the man's heavy spheres soon enough, tongue darting out to brush along the hardened shaft that stood like a tower in between the man's legs. His tongue would swirl about the head carefully and his mouth would soon spread open wider to encompass the thick tip into his mouth, doing nothing but sucking on that for the time being.<br><br>"MMmff... mmmhh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 12:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That moment, when the head of his cock was engulfed by the warm, wet mouth - that was better than could be imagined. Robert's shaft throbbed and he was certain lots of precum was oozing out to fill Gabriel's mouth with the taste of cock.<br><br>The major was sucking Gabriel's cock in return, matching the movement of his mouth and tongue with the steady stroke of his hand. When he took Gabriel deeper, Robert let his hand shift down to the boy's balls again and fingers trailing back to play with his asshole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 19:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmf... mmmh..." He was in complete heaven, laying there with a mouthful of the man's thick shaft. His lips were suckling so casually and lazily on the man's fat tip, drooling a bit of precum into the boy's mouth and out of it as well. "Robert..." His words were muffled as he squirmed on top of him, that lovely little rear of his grinding back once the contact had been made with his tiny, pink entrance.<br><br>"That feels... good..." He let out a soft groan, his toes curling in anticipation. "More... please~"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 13:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, coating them with saliva, before bringing them back to Gabriel's rear. He pushed his middle finger into the boy's ass, beyond the second knuckle. Meanwhile, he let his lips run wetly along the underside of his cock, down to his balls. He sucked them and lapped at them before kissing and licking his way to the head again; tongue flicking over the slit at the tip, lips sucking head and shaft deeper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:40:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmnh..." He was so casual and eager to please the older man, mouth working away lazily upon the fat shaft that was becoming more or less his treat for the day. His hand squeezed at the other's heavy balls, bouncing them softly in his cupped palm while he sucked the older man off. The feeling of the large finger pushing into him would make Gabriel's back arch, hips pressing back to the other's face and fingers while he was teased like this.<br><br>"Major..." he panted, mouth full of cock while he spread one leg away from the other to give the man more room to work. "Mmn~!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 14:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fucking the boy with his finger, he pushed it in and out of his ass at a steady pace, then shifting to a furious pace for a few seconds before slowing down again. He wanted to fuck him, but that would take a lot of work and a lot of patience. Taking him too fast would be terribly painful.<br><br>The Major sucked Gabriel's cock deep into his mouth, letting most of his length down his throat. When he let it back out again, the shaft was coated with saliva, strings of it connecting to his lips. He sucked it back up and swallowed him again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 23:25:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For Gabriel, he had never really been touched in this way before. The Major was introducing him to a life of delicious sexual experience, so he was more than eager to feel the hungry lips wrapped around his cock. "Mmmh..." He was sucking away on the man's own prick, coating it with his saliva so thoroughly. "So big... mmhh..." He was jerking what he couldn't fit in his mouth, tongue hanging out in a rather wanton manner.<br><br>With a soft whimper, Gabriel would arch his hips downward in order to allow his cum to spill out of his cock so copiously. "Major..." He nearly squealed, legs thrown open wide as he climaxed inside of the older man's mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 12:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The major knew what was happening. He could feel the cock jerk and spasm in his mouth. He could hear the boy moan as his climax came. He let the load fill his mouth, which he swallowed. He gently sucked the shaft through his orgasm, milking every drop and swallowing it, cleaning it thoroughly. He slowed down the finger in Gabriel's bottom, eventually stopping, as the climax diminished.<br><br>When he stopped sucking, Gabriel's cock was wet, but clean. Just a little cum remained on Robert's own lips and chin. He had yet to cum himself. He loved the treatment he was getting, but his climax was still a minute or two off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 18:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands were holding onto those heavy spheres, more than happy to properly lavish every inch of the beastly tool with the worship it deserved. He was suckling messily upon it, tongue swirling around the fat tip and gathering up precum as it drooled out so heavily. "Major..." He panted, his tongue hanging cutely out of his mouth while he jerked and played with that monstrous prick. His entrance squeezed around that large finger, milking it slowly and jerking his hips back eagerly.<br><br>"Mmmh..." He had his mouth open and he was jerking the man off now, waiting for the man to cum so he could splatter his cum upon his face and into his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 10:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he could have held back much longer, it would have had to be with his eyes closed. Now that he looked down to see Gabriel, there was nothing he could do to stop from cumming. Gabriel's beautiful face, with his full lips and delicate tongue - glistening with precum and saliva and perfectly ready to splatter with a large load of white cum.<br><br>Robert groaned deeply two times. "You are so sexy and beautiful..." He whispered, just as he came.<br><br>His cock jerked several times as spurt after spurt shot out and spread over Gabriel's face; over his nose and cheeks and lips and into his mouth. The load was immense and the orgasm was intense and powerful. The Major's body tensed; massive muscles flexing hard.<br><br>There seemed to be no end to his orgasm, lasting for so long and producing so much cum. Finally, Robert collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving. More cum oozed from the tip of his shaft and afterwaves made his body twitch a few times more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For Gabriel, he would have never imagined that anyone could cum this much. He had his mouth open and was struggling to catch every drop of that delicious cum, gulping it down as fast as he could possibly drink it in. It was absolutely delicious, causing him to crave more and more as the huge load carried on. "Mmmh..." His blue eyes closed while he was given quite the nice facial as well, cum trickling down over his precious face.<br><br>"So much cum... mmmh... you must have been pent up for a long time, hm?" He asked playfully, giving those hefty balls a slow squeeze to produce the last amounts of cum he could lick up. "Nnnh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 11:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert opened his eyes after a while and looked at Gabriel. The facial looked adorable on him, with all those white globs spattered over his pretty face. He smiled, nodding. "Yeah...a long time."<br><br>Hey lay back, watching Gabriel play with his huge cock, milking him for every last drop and lapping it all up. "You can do that anytime you want, sweetie. Anytime..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 19:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmnh..." He giggled and squeezed at his heavy orbs, gently kneading away and tugging on them to admire how round and full they were. He gave the tip of his shaft a hungry kiss, then pushed himself up with his hands upon the Major's thighs. "Mmmh... that was wonderful..." He cooed, falling back against the man's chest with his arms coming up and around his neck.<br><br>"I can't wait to do that more... you're so big..." He grinned, one foot coming to gently rub along the underside of his prick, even jostling those heavy balls as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 10:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...size isn't everything, but I'm glad you like that I'm big. I think you're pretty damn perfect as well." The major gave Gabriel's bottom a squeeze and pulled him close. He wrapped his strong, muscled arms around him and cuddled him close, closing his eyes.<br><br>"I think we should get some sleep..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 17:16:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmh... well luckily I seem to have a man who knows just how to use it regardless of his size, hm?" He teased, blushing as he felt the hand squeezing at his bare bottom. He slid himself closer into that powerful grip and nestled in close, head resting underneath his chin.<br><br>"Yeah..." He murmured tiredly, draping one leg over the Major's waist. He rested his hands against his chest and yawned cutely before finally drifting off, not even managing to stay awake long enough to wish the man a good night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 14:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In spite of closing his eyes, the Major lay awake for a while longer. He heard Gabriel drift into sleep. He listened to his breath slowing. He stroked his soft skin lightly, holding him close.<br><br>Sleep came eventually. Robert Dahl slept more soundly and restfully than he had done in a long long time. They stirred just a little throughout the night, naturally changing sleeping positions. When morning was closing, they were spooning, with the Major's muscular arm around Gabriel's waist.<br><br>Just after he had opened his own eyes, he started waking Gabriel with soft kisses on his neck, figuring it would be better than the sharp lights and shouts from the guards, just minutes away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was truly the best that he had slept in ages, for he hadn't felt this safe in such a long time. Wrapped up within the firm grasp of the older man's powerful arm, Gabriel felt as if nothing could harm him. His body was curled in closely to Robert's own, his back pressed up against his chest while his hands were grasping at his arms. "Mmmh..." The boy found that sleep was being interrupted, though. The soft kisses on his neck made him squirm, arching just right toward those wonderful lips.<br><br>"Major..." He murmured sleepily, leaning his head to the side to kiss his rugged cheek. "Too early... nnn..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 13:22:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robert let his kisses find Gabriel's lips. "We have to get up. It's morning. The guards are coming." His hand trailed down the young man's chest and abdomen, around over his hip and down his thigh. But he stopped. It was too easy getting aroused. His morning hardness would never subside if he let his mind go in that direction.<br><br>The Major pulled his other arm out from beneath Gabriel and climbed out of the bed. He was all naked and his huge cock stood hard and thick. The muscles on his chest, arms and back, thighs and bottom flexed while he moved; putting on his prison uniform and washing his face. By the time that was done, his erection had gone soft enough that he could take a leak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 17:50:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmhh..." The boy would whine and twist himself to bury himself even further into the warmth of the pillows. It was far too early to get up, but he knew that the guards would be angry if he didn't respond to their calls to wake up. He climbed out of bed unwillingly, moving his delicate, naked body toward the sink so he could wash his own face. The boy had no need to shave since it was rather hard for him to grow facial hair, though with a gorgeous, svelte body like that, one couldn't imagine him having it anyway. He stole glances to Robert every so often, smiling affectionately to the man that had... well, stolen his attention for the time being.<br><br>"Morning." He finally spoke up now that he was awake. He had tugged on his own prison uniform, said outfit clinging to the contours of his body. He gave his chest a soft kiss and then his lips before glancing to the doors. "Where are we going first anyway? Breakfast or the yard?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 12:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Major put both hands on Gabriel's cheeks and kissed him deeply. "Breakfast first, then the yard." He broke the embrace and ran his hands through the short hair on his head. Seconds later their cell was opened and guards were ordering the prisoners to get moving.<br><br>Robert gave the boy a final encouraging smile before they headed off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 12:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands would fist into the fabric of the man's uniform while they shared a passionate, deep kiss. "Mmmh..." He nipped his lower lip just briefly before the cell was opened up for them to come out. He smoothed his long hair back and followed suit, making his way down the steps once outside to get to the cafeteria. By now, Gabriel was doing his best to do what the Major had done. He was hoping to simply fade away in this place until he was effectively invisible to the rest of the inmates.<br><br>Would it work? Probably not. The boy grabbed his tray and plated himself something to eat and got a glass of water as well, making his way toward one of the empty tables. <br><br><em>No trouble... no trouble...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 13:11:17</strong>
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				The Major walked slowly and deliberately through lines and queues. The look he had on his face was the same as always. Don't try to fuck with me, or I'll rip your throat out. Some of the other prisoners eyed them both, but left them alone.<br><br>He sat down across from Gabriel. For just a moment, as their eyes met, the cold stare was replaced by warmth and caring.<br><br>"I think we have firmly established your status, among the inmates." Robert whispered. "They've assumed you're 'mine', and won't dare to assault you without getting me out of the way first."<br><br>He ate his breakfast as usual: Efficiently. Military. "If anybody tries anything, you can tell them I'll have their heads. It'll be the truth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 13:18:03</strong>
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				Gabriel could tell that something different was within those eyes of the major now. Before, they had been rather cold and impassive toward the young boy, but he could detect a glimmer of care that shone within those irises. A quiet smile erupted onto Gabriel's face at the man's suggestion, making him nod slightly. "Thanks, Major." He took a bite of his food and ate rather slowly, trying to enjoy the meal despite it being simple prison food.<br><br>It was nice to think of himself as Robert's. The man was protective, moreso than any other man that had ever been in Gabriel's life. It was a rather shocking experience at first, but being with the older man just made him feel...<br><br>Warm. Happy. Feelings he hadn't felt in such a long, long time.<br><br>He finished off his food and brought his tray to the line to have it washed before returning to the table. "Where do people go after food anyway? When do we get some time outside?" He inquired, assuming that they even were allowed time outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 13:29:50</strong>
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				"Now." Robert said. "But not for long. In that respect, I guess the ones on outside work details have an advantage. At least we're better off then those poor son's of bitches on death row." He followed the line as they were herded outside. The nearest guards had clubs and tazers. Those on the other side of the high wire fences were armed with handguns and shotguns. Up on the walls were towers, were men with high-caliber rifles kept watch.<br><br>The two new lovers suddenly found them themselves outside. The autumn air had a slight chill, but the sky was clear and blue, with the sun rising quickly. Most of the other prisoners were walking around in groups of two, three or four, smoking cigarettes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 23:27:14</strong>
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				Gabriel moved silently in the line as they were lead out to the yard. They were isolated from the rest of the world and even if someone wanted to escape, they'd have nowhere to go. He lifted his hand and shielded his eyes from the sun, taking a glance all around to take note of the armed men that were stationed all around.<br><br>"They really buckle down on security, huh?" He murmured, moving through the yard but staying closer to Robert. He stopped near the edge of the fence and gazed into the endless horizon, sighing lowly to himself. <br><br>"I feel like we're in the desert. No one knows we're even alive out here." He muttered, crossing his arms over his slim chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 14:43:33</strong>
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				The major walked slowly next to the younger man. "I think you're right. Badlands or desert, we could be in in the middle of Las Vegas and it wouldn't make a difference. Sometimes I think they're never going to let me out. Maybe they won't."<br><br>While his words were profound and stark, his tone of voice wasn't. The major was happy to have found some companionship in prison, even if they might not make it through confinement and the deadly challenges of life as inmates.<br><br>Then there was a shot in the distance. A rifle blast, most likely. The guards yelled an order and the prisoners in the yard all sat down on the ground. It was routine, to make any situation easier to control. The major moved down too, motioning for Gabriel to follow suit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Walls ( Tom &amp; Punk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 23:21:09</strong>
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				The light-haired boy felt truly hidden from the world, though the benefit was that he had the major to rely on for companionship. He didn't have to be alone out here anymore. His hand would rest against the fence and curl slightly into it as he watched the endless desert outside of their walls, though the sudden shot coming from somewhere in the yard would alert him. Before he knew it, the major was motioning him to follow suit by sinking onto the ground beside the older man. "They really want to buckle down indeed." He muttered as he crossed his legs beneath him, leaning slightly into the major's side.<br><br>"If they do let us out..." He sighed and bowed his head. "What are you gonna do first, hm?" He teased, giving the man's arm a slight pat. "I bet you've had a lot of things you've wanted to do while you've been cooped up in this prison, right?"
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