Prison Puppy

From my bunk I could see into the cell across from mine.
It was occupied by this sweet looking blond kid with an
angelic face and cute 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 laid 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 pud. 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 mine.

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 hardon, 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 anothers 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.