Prison Sex
Author: Alex -
From my bunk I could see into the cell across from mine. It was occupied by this cute looking blond kid with a baby face and a sexy bubble butt. He was new to the county lock-up, and judging from the fear in his huge, blue eyes, it was safe to assume this was his first time behind bars. As usual in mid-July, the cells were hot as hell. The dim light from the corridor cast a soft, warm glow over the boy’s resting body. The only thing he wore was a pair of boxer shorts. The rest of his slender body lay exposed. My mind began to wander as I lay staring at the new kid. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen. I could hardly wait for morning to arrive so I could check him out, close up, in the showers. In the mean time, I could only rely on a vivid imagination to fulfill my fantasy, and the lust burning between my legs.
Pressing my naked body against the cool steel, I stuck my eight inch cock between the bars. My man flesh pinged like a homing beacon, lusting for the vibrant, young flesh that lay so near, but was impossible to reach. A generous flow of pre-cum lubricated my hand as I vigorously slapped my throbbing cock. The lewd sound of wet, pounding cockmeat got the kid’s attention. Only his head turned to investigate the seductive sloshing of my jacking off. His sensual eyes widened as he stared down the muzzle of my loaded weapon. “Show me your cock, kid. I want you so bad. This is for you, sweet thing,” I grunted, as I launched long whipping strands of gooey spunk into the corridor. The kid turned away, refusing to acknowledge my gesture of friendship, but I wasn’t insulted. I knew he was scared. His fear would pass, once I took him under my wing. The current population in lock-up was down, there was just me, three other inmates and the kid. It made the job of protecting my prize a whole lot easier. I wasn’t about to share that cherry ass with anyone. He was all mines. The next morning all eyes were on the kid as he stepped naked into the shower. Christ, he had a body that would have given a straight arrow a hard on, and I wasn’t altogether straight to begin with.
It didn’t take long for a couple of the guys to put some moves on the young, fresh meat. They quickly had him pinned in a corner groping his firm, silky, baby smooth ass. “Please stop,” the kid pleaded, attempting to push their hands away. Fortunately my reputation had preceded me. I got the dogs to heal by simply clearing my throat. With his back to the wall, he stood cowering, hands cupped tightly over his budding manhood. Terrified eyes expressed his silent gratitude.
“Don’t worry,” I said, putting my hand on his trembling shoulder. “You can relax. They won’t be bothering you anymore.
“I guess I should thank you,” the kid stammered, dropping his hands to reveal his alluring cylinder of boy meat.
“That’s a start,” I said, admiring his uncut cock. He was the most beautiful person I’d seen in a very long time. “I guess if you want to”…. I put my fingers to his soft, full lips, stopping him before he could finish his thought. His expression was one of naive bewilderment. I wanted him so bad I thought I would burst apart at the seams, but now was not the time, nor the place. “We can talk later. Right now, you’d better get your shower. You’ve only got ten minutes.”
The kid and I stood side by side, lather rippling down our bodies. I couldn’t get over how his smooth, wet skin seemed to glow. To make him feel more at ease, I tried to be discreet in my observations, but I wasn’t overlooking a single inch of his glorious body.
With envious greed, I watched his soapy hand glide down his flat, washboard abdominal to tend his luscious limp organ. I held my breath as his thin fingers retracted the generous flap of soggy foreskin sheathing the crest of his cock. The water cascaded down his satiny torso, washing over his sensitive, purple knob with a cleansing caress that made him shiver. The wispy tuft of blond man fur surrounding the root of his ivory tool lay wet, and matted, against his pubic bone. His tender, young balls hung low in their velvety pouch, weighted heavily with his abundance of succulent boy cream. I was deeply obsessed by the spell this teenage jock had cast over me.
The kid tried to divert his eyes from the thick slab of horse meat rising up between my hairy thighs, but I caught him staring. I sensed the adolescent-like curiosity trembling in his hands as he fondled the slippery mounds of his narrow, round buttocks.
I was met with little resistance as I reached for his hand and placed it on my hot, pulsating cock. “You like dick, don’t you, kid?” I asked. He pulled his hand away, but I knew the truth. I could see it swelling between his legs. I put my mouth to his ear. “Don’t worry, so do I. Your secret is safe with me.”
That night I made a deal with the guard that would allow me to visit the kid in his cell. My intentions were purely sexual, and the guard knew it, but that sort of thing happened around this place all the time. A few bucks in the hands of the right guard, and you could have any piece of ass in the joint.
When he heard his cell door open, the kid sat up, drawing his knees up against his chest. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see me. He may have been young, and beautiful, but he obviously wasn’t stupid. I could tell just by looking into those baby-blues, he knew exactly why I was there.
The cell door closed behind me and the guard left us alone. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked.
“Patrick. And you are?”
“Simon.
“How long have you been in here, Simon?”
“Six months.”
“I appreciate what you did for me, you know, this morning in the shower.”
I sat down on the bunk beside him, putting my hand on his knee. “Glad to be of service, kid. I don’t think you’ll have anymore trouble with those guys. They know not to fuck with me.”
I felt goose bumps rise up on his hairless skin as my hand crept up his thigh. “I saw you last nigh in your cell,” he said. “I’ve never seen another guy jack off before.” “Welcome to jail, Patrick. You’re probably going to wind up seeing a lot of shit you’ve never seen before.” My hand had nearly reached his crotch when he jumped up from the bunk and put some distance between us. “What is it you want from me, Simon? I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Why is it people think two men have to be gay to enjoy one another’s company? I’m attracted to you. I’m tired of sitting alone in a dark cell beating my meat.”
“I don’t think I can do what you’re asking,” Patrick mumbled.
