Jailer's Bait

I was working lockup the night they brought in this
sweet looking, baby-faced kid. At first I thought the
arresting officer had made a mistake. Then I looked at the
report, and the kid's ID. Public intoxication, blaa, blaa,
blaa, Jeremy Duncan, blaa, blaa, blaa, eighteen. No mistake.
He was in the right place.

I took the kid back to pat him down before putting him
in a cell. He had the narrowest waist and the roundest ass
I'd ever seen on a man. I was getting excited running my
hands over his firm, tight body. Most guys in his position
were scared as hell, but this kid was cool as ice. I guess
he'd had enough to drink to make him at ease with his
situation.

I reached around and patted down his chest, felt around
his waist again for good measure, and copped a good feel of
his sizable hard jewels. This kid was hot in more ways than
one. He had an itch between his long, slim legs that was
just dying to be scratched.

When I'd finished, Jeremy turned and smiled impishly.
"That was nice," he said. "When do I get to play with
yours?" His sexy blue eyes dropped to scope out the crotch
bulge in my uniform.

I've been a cop for ten years. In that time I'd had to
deal with my fair share of wise guys, but seldom were they as
adorable as Jeremy. Just the thought of being touched by his
long, smooth fingers made me feel warm inside. I would liked
nothing better than to have pulled down his pants and fuck
his pert, little ass. Having my thick, eight-inch dong
stretching his tight rosy pucker would sure be one way of
wiping that smirk off his face.

"You want to call anyone?" I asked.

"Fuck no," said Jeremy. "I want to party."

"Sorry kid, the party's over."

Before I realized what was happening his hand was
rubbing my dick through my pants. "It doesn't have to be,
Chief."

"The name is Officer McDougal," I said, pushing away his
hand. "And I'm afraid it does."

I considered throwing his cute ass in the drunk tank,
but some of those guys would have eaten him alive. I put
him in a cell by himself. It was the only way I could be
sure he wouldn't wind up being some pervert's main squeeze
for the night.

"Oh, come on, officer Doogie, lighten up. What's the
matter? I thought you liked me. You sure took your sweet
time rubbing my tight, young ass. I kind of liked it too.
It was giving me a boner." He started unfastening his pants.
"You wanna see?"

This kid was tying my guts in knots and turning my balls
blue! Hell yes! I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to
devour his entire, fucking body, but this was neither the
time, nor the place.

"That's all right, kid. I'll take your word for it."

"Why do you keep calling me a kid?" He shouted
belligerently. "Everybody's always treating me like a kid.
I'm not a kid! I'm old enough to do a lot of things, and I'd
like to do some of them with you, Doogie."

"God, give me strength," I whispered, closing and
locking his cell door.

The next morning as some of our guests were checking out
of their suites, Jeremy came up to my desk and stood looking
quite humble.

"Officer McDougal," he said softly. "I think I owe you
an apology. Last night I said some things that, well....I
shouldn't have."

"Don't worry about it. Sometimes we say things we don't
mean."

"No," said Jeremy, turning to walk away. "I said I was
sorry for saying those things. I didn't say I didn't mean
them."

I didn't know what the hell to say. He seemed to be
completely sincere in his confession.

"Hey, wait," I called out to him. He stopped and turned
around. "I'll be finished here in another ten minutes, if
you want to have some breakfast and talk?"

Jeremy's face lit up like a fourth of July sparkler.
"I'd like that," he said. "I really would."

I took Jeremy to my apartment. Sitting down at the
table to a couple of plates of scrambled eggs, we ate in
silence. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with
a knife.

Jeremy was the one who finally broke the ice. "I wanted
to apologize because you seem like a nice guy. I shouldn't
have put you on the spot like that."

After the way he had behaved last night I was a little
amused to see was now blushing. "What made you think I was
interest in you?" I asked out of curiosity.

Jeremy shrugged his narrow shoulders. "The way you
touched me when you were patting me down. The way your hands
seemed to linger here and there. That, and some wishful
thinking on my part, I suppose. Was I wrong?"

I leaned over the table to kiss him full on the mouth.
His soft ruby lips parted and his hot tongue slithered into
my mouth. "You weren't wrong," I admitted, my mouth still
pressed against his. "I wanted you then as much as I want
you now." Jeremy stood up and we became entwined in a long
passionate embrace.

"Do you think I could take a shower?" he asked. "I feel
kind of grubby after spending a night in your jail."

I ran my fingers through his soft locks of hair.
"Sure," I said, hating the thought of letting him go. "Maybe
you wouldn't mind a little company to wash your back?"

"I think I'd like that," said Jeremy. "But there's no
reason for you to stop there. I've got some other body parts
that are a whole lot more interesting."

This kid sure knew hot to yank my chain. He hadn't laid
a hand on me and my cock was already so hard, my balls so
swollen, it made the short jaunt to the bathroom seem more
like ten miles of rough road.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, toying with the
temperature of the water so that it was just right, I watched
Jeremy slowly take off his cloths. God, he was amazing. His
smooth, creamy-white skin was utterly tantalizing. His
youthful build so boyish, yet devilishly masculine. His big,
thick cock was so impressive, and hard with its wicked, manly
desire, it actually appeared to vibrate. The sight of him
alone had me teetering on the edge of lustful insanity.

I stood up and begun unbuttoning my shirt. Jeremy
reached out taking my hands in his. "Please," he said. "Let
me do that." Jeremy was clearly in complete control. I was
putty in his capable hands as he stripped off my cloths.

Together we stepped into the shower and let the warm
spray wash over us as we came together. His delicate mouth
was soft, sweet and pink. I felt his wet hands gliding down
my back, coming to a halt on my hairy cheeks. What was it
about this kid? I was virtually powerless in any attempt to
resist his erotic charms. Everything he did, every move he
made, every gesture, seemed so perfect, so erotically hot.