The prison baker was a convicted serial rapist and gay serial rapist and he'd been locked up a long time, I found out that like grandpa he was an old hand and knew how to get what he wanted and when he heard that I was available to drain balls, get fucked and suck he decided he'd get me when he delivered the daily bread to the quarters.
Every day he rode a three wheel bike along the road from the camp to the quarters and delivered what had been ordered by each household. Everyone was used to his presence about the place and as the baker he was a trusty and as long as the baking was done and delivered he was usually allowed a good degree of freedom.
Once I'd been fucked a few times at the wood shed and grandpas fucking of me at the change sheds it became obvious from sly comments, looks and if safe quick gropes that I was known as a free bit of cunt!
I was out getting the wood for the fires chopped one morning on a weekend, early as my brother had football later, my team had been knocked out and I didn't want to go so I had to do all the chores and started with the wood early so I could take off later and see if I could catch our randy neighbour naked and rooting at the waterfall.
As I chopped and collected the firewood just outside the yard the baker came down the back track on his bike. This was unusual as he usually used the front road but here he was coming towards me. He called out,
"Hey, boy."
I stopped, it was very unusual to be addressed by a prisoner and I stopped waiting for him to pull up which he did. As usual he was surrounded by the smell of the bakery, dressed in his kitchen uniform, white trousers, white t-shirt and apron. He had blonde hair and I'd always noticed his big hands, muscular arms and tattoos.
Pulling up he said he'd come along the back track as 'that black mongrel' a neighbours dog was out and chased him on the bike. He asked if I could help him deliver the bread by running it through the rear gates to each of the 10 houses while he waited on the bike. I said I had to put the wood inside which he agreed and told me,
"Hurry up then. Get it done so you can help me."
His easy authority had me obeying and hurrying to put the wood inside, I'd already lit the fires and just needed to stack the ready store of wood. I dropped the wood and headed back outside, my mother asked what I was doing and I explained the bakers problem which seemed to accept saying I was a good boy for helping.
Out the back the baker was still sitting on his bike waiting, he smiled when I came through the gate.
"Oh good let's start up number 10, that tribe need a shitload of bread." I walked alongside his bike with the bread box on the front. It was a large box between two wheels in front of the handle bars. Number 10 was the old single men's quarters about 100m from the rest of the houses, slightly isolated. Part way along the back road to the baker suggested I,
"Jump up on the box, enjoy a ride."
I jumped up so I was facing forward sitting just in front of where he held the handle bars and steered us. He began to chat as we slowly rode along, saying how I seemed a bit different from the other kids, usually seemed to be by myself, running in the forest, hanging around the football field, the wood yard, garden or mechanic shop. I began to surmise he'd heard of my activities as I'd been used in all those places.
"Oh, you've seen me about then. Have you been watching me?" I asked.
He coughed a bit,
"I've watched you a bit. I like the jogging outfit, those tight shorts and singlet you wear."
I was currently wearing jeans, shoes and a t-shirt and hadn't prepared as I expected to do that once the family went to football and I'd planned on cleaning up and letting the dogs inside for some fucking. I'd planned on being a botch in every room in the house, I hadn't done that before and the thought excited me, I was going to lie on my parents bed and get fucked and suck a dog.
The thought that the baker, who I knew was a gay rapist as I'd heard the officers talking about him. How they'd just have cut his balls off.
We were approaching number 10 and he stopped letting me drop down to the ground. He opened the box I'd been sitting on and pulled out 4 hot loaves, put them in the breadbox by the door and pick up the order form. I quickly trotted across to the verandah, up the steps and did as requested.
I returned to the baker who indicated for me to jump back on the bike as he read the order then he wheeled about and we started the delivery to each of the other 9 houses. We finished with the Supers house where I had to dodge his nightly dog and then the baker thanked me.
"You've been a great help, I've enjoyed your company sitting up here. Would you like a couple of cream buns?"
He'd won prizes as a baker and we all loved his goods.
"Yes please."
