A
Bit of the Old In-Out In-Out
by
CarrieGlitter
So the starry old ptitsa had gone on to see Bog in his infinite glory and left Your Humble Narrator in a vonny, cally mess. The top millicent hadn't put me back with the other plennies, instead shoving me into a cell all my own and telling me to think about what I'd done, as if I was a wee lad being scolded for grazzying the living room rug. And think about it I did, sleep having gone from me and not much else to occupy my rassoodock. But after some time I sickened of thinking and would you believe, at that moment fate took pity on this poor malchick and offered a distraction.
My cell swung open and the Rozz's ushered in another veck about ten years my senior dressed in what was fast becoming the new heighth of fashion, that being glitter around the old glazzies, a velvet suit in colors like the rainbow, and boots, not boots for kicking litsos like mine but ones that raised you a mile and a half off the ground.
He was pacing back and forth and back and forth, chewing at his rookers and looking a bit worried. Not being much for this quiet I decided it was time to make my introduction. "Hello there friend. I'm little Alex, at your service. And thou art?"
"Brian," he chumbled between chews, acting like he had more on his mind and no time for the likes of his new cellmate. Not really being satisfied, like, with this malenky answer I decided to try my luck again.
"What these bratchnies pick you up for then?"
At this he scoffed and waved his arms about, getting more razdraz with each slovo. "Some shite about indecent exposure. Only it wasn't! Or at least it wouldn't have been if those bloody bastards had minded their own business. You see me and Curt, that's my boyfriend, we were out shopping and went to go try some cloths on. Well, one thing led to another and Curt ended up on his knees giving me a blowjob when these two officers burst in on us and dragged us away."
As he talked I felt my gaze being drawn to his slender tally, the way his hips went left-right left-right as he stalked the small cell. Then, oh my droogs, your friend and humble narrator felt a strange stirring, one like he'd only ever felt when viddying a pretty young devotchka.
This new bratty of mine stormed to the edge of the space opposit me and started screaming to the guards and millicents, or maybe just to Bog and his high angels, "When my lawyers hear about what you've done they'll raise hell. You'll all be out of a bleeding job by tomorrow night!" But the rozzies didn't answer, them being all the way in the other room and not caring much for the crarking of us criminals. So this young Brian just leaned his gulliver on the barries and started heaving great sighs.
I stared at his back and great visions prang to my mind. I tried to imagine what he would look like with his bottoms, neezhnies and all, tangled about his boots and some chelloveck down on the floor mounching away at him.
As I viddied these images I felt a great need to be nearer this heavenly plott, so I stood and gollied up behind him. He turned to face me and I messeled then that what I wanted wasn't to give him great bolshy thrusts with Alex the Large but rather to take over where his droog had left off. So down to my knees I went and, much to the suprise of my new cellmate, skvatted his trousers and pulled them down.
I reached out my yohzick to his lovely hypodermic, already pan-handled and waiting, and guided it into my hungry rot. I was a malenky bit unsure of meself, being inexperienced and all, but Brian's gromky moans gave me confidence I was doing the job well enough. I felt I could stay like that forever, sucking away like on an ice stick and wanting to feel his juices running down my gorlo but Brian had better thoughts and guided me to my feet, pressing his goobers to mine in a gentle, loving kiss.
As he pulled off my platties I thought how tonight I'd be the one getting the lessons rather than giving them and had a good inner smeck about that. I was pushed down onto the bottom cot and Brian climbed on top of me. He started pressing at my yahma and going push push with his hips.
It was at that moment I remembered my stereo back home and got a dooby bit sad, wishing to hear some glorious music to go with these glorious new feelings. It was then that my lover started singing some pop-song or other I'd remembered hearing at a disc-bootick. Some warble about starships and viewscreens and a sailor being his grand one. Now usually a song like this would make me want to sick up all over the place but coming from him it was like the loveliest of lovely songs ever composed. No Ludwig Van with his Joy Joy Joy Joys or Geoffrey Ploatus with his crunching trombones, but soft and gentle like. And that's how he was giving it to me, soft and gentle.
So we stayed like that for some time, him giving me the old in-out in-out, me crying joyous creeches into my padooska. His yarbles slapped against my sharries as his fingers played like in time to the music on my own swollen moodge-meat. Then, I saw stars in their heaven and slooshied violins playing note after note as he latched onto my pletchos and emptied himself into my nadsat body.
It wasn't long after that he was taken away from me, his lawyers having fixed things up and gotten him off clean and clear. Your story-teller was not so lucky, the next day being tried and sentenced and finding his new home in Staja Number 84F. But I do have one dorogoy treasure from that night, something I'd crasted from his carman after he'd fallen to sleep. It was a snapshot of him and someone who must have been his afore mentioned boyfriend posing all nagoy for the camera. Many nights when I was feeling fagged and shagged but spatchka didn't seem to be coming for me, I'd look at this picture and rub myself as I viddied wonderful images of these two malchicks lubbilubbing nice and gentle, or the long haired one on a change-room floor taking in my little Brian's Brian the Large to the sounds of his happy moans. Then I would close my glazzies and slooshy his lovely, lovely goloss come to sing me a lulaby as I ittied off into dreamland.