The cell door slammed shut and the guard walked off. Mike stood there in his orange jumpsuit, staring at his new cellmate. Razor was six-foot-two, shaved head, arms covered in ink, sitting on the bottom bunk with his legs spread wide.
"Strip," Razor said. No hello. No bullshit.
Mike hesitated for half a second, then pulled the jumpsuit off. His cock was already half hard from nerves and the look in Razor's eyes. Razor stood up, grabbed Mike by the neck, and shoved him face-first against the wall. "New meat gets broken in fast around here."
Razor spit in his hand and rubbed it between Mike's ass cheeks. Two thick fingers pushed straight in, no warning. Mike grunted but stayed put. The fingers worked deep, stretching him open while Razor's other hand reached around and stroked Mike's cock rough and fast.
"Been six years since I had fresh ass," Razor growled. He pulled his fingers out, spit again, and pressed the head of his cock against Mike's hole. It was thick and veined, already leaking. One hard shove and he was halfway inside. Mike's knees buckled but Razor held him up and kept pushing until his balls were pressed tight against Mike's ass.
"Fuck," Mike hissed. It burned, but his own cock twitched and dripped onto the concrete floor.
Razor started fucking him right there against the wall. Short, brutal strokes at first, then longer ones that dragged over Mike's prostate. Every thrust made a wet slap. Razor reached down, grabbed Mike's balls, and squeezed while he pounded. "Tight fucking hole. Gonna fill it every night."
Mike pushed back against him, taking it deeper. His cock bounced with every slam. Razor wrapped a hand around it and jerked him in time with the fucking, thumb rubbing over the wet head. Mike came first, shooting thick ropes onto the wall and floor, ass clenching hard around Razor's cock.
Razor didn't stop. He fucked through the spasms, growling low, then buried himself to the root and unloaded. Mike felt every hot pulse flood his guts. When Razor finally pulled out, cum ran down Mike's thighs.
Razor wiped his cock on Mike's ass cheek and shoved him toward the bunks. "Clean it up with your mouth. Then you sleep with my load in you."
Mike dropped to his knees without argument. He sucked Razor's cock clean, tasting salt and sweat and his own ass. Razor held his head and fed him every inch until he was hard again.
They moved to the bottom bunk. Razor lay back, legs spread, and Mike climbed on top. He lined up and sank down on the thick cock again, riding it slow and dirty while Razor played with his nipples and slapped his ass. "Bounce on it, boy. Show me how bad you need it."
Mike rode harder, ass slapping against Razor's thighs. His own cock slapped against Razor's stomach, leaving wet streaks. Razor grabbed his hips and thrust up to meet him, driving deep every time. Mike came again without touching himself, shooting across Razor's chest while his ass milked the cock inside him.
Razor flipped him onto his back, pushed his legs up, and fucked him missionary style. Hard, steady strokes that made the bunk creak. He leaned down and spit in Mike's mouth. Mike swallowed it and opened for more. Razor came again, flooding him a second time, then stayed inside until he softened.
They lay there breathing heavy, cum leaking out around Razor's cock. Razor pulled out slow, dragged two fingers through the mess, and fed them to Mike. "You'll take it every day. Shower, yard, lights out. This hole's mine now."
Mike nodded, licking the fingers clean. Outside the cell, the block was loud with other men, but in here it was just the two of them, the smell of sweat and cum, and the promise of more raw fucking before morning count. Razor rolled Mike onto his stomach again, spread his cheeks, and started eating the load out of him, tongue pushing deep while Mike moaned into the thin mattress.
The night was long, and neither of them planned on sleeping much.
