From my bunk I could see into the cell across the way from mine. It was occupied by this sweet looking dark-haired 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 on the inside, 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 completely exposed.

My mind began to wander as I lay staring at him. He couldn't have been more than eighteen – nineteen tops. 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 in my balls between my legs.

Pressing my naked body against the cool steel bars, I stuck my eight inch uncut 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 prick. The lewd sound of wet, pounding cock-meat got the his attention. Only his head turned to investigate the seductive sloshing sound of my foreskin sliding back and forth over the oozing head as I began jacking off. His sensual eyes widened as he stared down the muzzle of my loaded cannon.

"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.

He 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 this new guy. 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 gonna be 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," he 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," he stammered, dropping his hands to reveal his alluring cylinder of man 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 with all the vultures hanging around.

"We can talk later. Right now, you'd better get your shower. You only get ten minutes, and time is fleeting."

 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 sensual body.

With envious greed, I watched his soapy hand glide down his flat, washboard abdomen to tend his luscious limp organ. I held my breath as his thin fingers retracted the generous flap of soggy foreskin sheathing the crown of his cockhead. The water cascaded down his satiny torso, washing over his sensitive, purple knob with a cleansing caress that made him shiver to his own touch. The wispy tuft of dark 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 nut cream. I was deeply obsessed by the spell this young jock had cast over me.

He tried to divert his eyes from the thick slab of horse cock rising up between my hairy thighs, but I caught him staring. I sensed the youth-like curiosity trembling in his hands as he fondled the slippery mounds of his narrow, round buttocks.  Then, and I’m sure he was not conscious of it, but he ran his fingers up and down in his trench, then turned and rinsed his backside of all the soap suds.

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 the 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 happens 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, and I wanted the ass of this young stud across the way.

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’ve heard stories about jailhouses and I didn’t want to be the shower bitch this morning."

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 any more 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 night 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, patting the bunk as an invitation to return to his bunk. "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.

I looked at him knowingly. "Oh I think that you can. If you come over here, I'll prove it to you."  And one more time I patted the bunk for him to come join me.

Hesitantly he stepped within reaching distance. I couldn't risk taking my time. I knew he would be putty in my hands once I got him turned on. He gasped as I reached out and yanked down his boxer shorts. Holding to his cool, sweaty hands, I stared hungrily at the lifeless piece of sex flesh dangling limply over his wrinkled sagging ball-sac.

I pulled Patrick closer. His long slender legs involuntarily shook as I leaned forward and took his entire cock into my mouth.  Yea, it was just using the golden rule, do unto others…..and I knew it would work. The response of his cock to my lashing tongue was both favorable and immediate. Within seconds his six inch organ was stabbing at the back of my throat, and he was fucking my slippery lips without reservation.

I pulled him down onto the bunk and devoured his manhood, nibbling, sucking and licking until he lay drowning in a pool of glistening sweat. I'd never before had a cock fit my mouth so perfectly.

Patrick's body stiffened when I rolled him onto his stomach, trapping his wet, hammering prick between the weight of his body and the board-like firmness of the bunk. Spreading his long slender legs, I pulled the cheeks of his tense ass apart and feasted my eyes on the splendor of his small, anal pucker.

"What are you going to do with my ass?" he whimpered passionately.

"What would you like for me to do to it, Kid?"

"Kiss it," he giggled. His laughter was childlike, and taunting. It elevated my state of arousal tenfold. Gently I pressed my wet lips to each of his silky orbs, kissing his scrumptious little ass. I squeezed my lips into the crack of his ass and kissed his crimson fuck hole. "Oh fuck! That felt great," he panted. "Do it again, kiss my butt hole. Ahhh, yeah. Your mouth feels so good. Lick me, Simon. Lick my sweet asshole."

He nearly hit the ceiling when I did him one better, and rammed my rolled and pointed  tongue into the dank depths of his flexing hole. "Oh Gawd, yes!" He howled. "Tongue fuck me…fuck my hole with it." I ate his delicious ass until my jaws ached with exhaustion. Now it was his turn to get down  and put out some for me.

Patrick looked back over his shoulder, watching as I stripped out of my underwear. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"It's time to get down to it, man."

"I don't know if I can?"

"Sure you can," I said, pulling him up so he was sitting on the side of the bunk. The bloated head of my veiny 8 inch ramrod became slick with pre-cum as I smeared it across his smooth, pink lips. "Suck it, Patrick. Lick the nectar from my piss slit."

He gazed up at me fearfully. "I've never done this before."

"It's easy, kid, just open your mouth, and suck."

Reluctantly, my horny little bitch opened his mouth and took the head of my lumbering cock inside his sweltering, hollow trap. He moaned objectionably when I grabbed a fist full of his silky, brown locks and pulled his face deeper into my tingling crotch. "Eat my fucking dick, you pretty little cocksucker."

Patrick choked as I thrust my shaft past his tightly clinched lips. "Take it down your throat," I grunted ruthlessly. "Come on, Patrick, swallow my cock.  Suck my big juicy cock, baby."

Patrick pushed against my hairy thighs, drool leaking profusely from his gurgling mouth. "I can't take it all!" he gasped, managing to spit out my dick. "I told you, I've never done this before. It's too big.  Your cock is too fucking big, man."

Grabbing him behind his knees, I flipped him over and onto his back. "What are you doing?" He whimpered, as I pushed his legs back over his body; his inviting little pink hairless butt crack still glistening, wet with my spit.

"No, please don't," the kid pleaded. I heard him, but I wasn't really listening. I only had one thing on my mind, and that was at this point to put my dick in him and fuck him, and fuck him, and fuck him, and fuck him hard.

"If my cock's too big for your mouth, maybe it will fit up your tight little asshole."

"No!" the kid shouted, squirming frantically. "Let me try again to suck it. I know I can do better."

I pressed the tip of my sappy knob to his gaping pucker and thrust my hips forward, completely shattering his resistance.

The kid cried out in agony, begging me to stop. "Oh God, Simon, it hurts. Stop! You're hurting me." He tried to push me away, but his youthful strength was no match for my raging erection and manly determination.

 With the head of my throbbing cock already submerged past his sphincter, and within the depths of his spastic fuck hole, I thrust into him again, driving half the length of my eight inch organ into his tight, slippery rectum. Patrick howled like a wounded animal as his tender man-cunt stretched to accommodate my thick shaft. I sighed blissfully, flexing my embedded cock until pre-cum oozed from the narrow piss slit at the tip of the kid's twitching pecker.  I swiped a finger across the slit, and then pushed it into his mouth as I also pushed my cock into his hole.  He sucked my finger clean.

Slowly I began fucking him, feeding his ass a bit more of my rigid cock with each downward push. I became mesmerized by the change of expression on his handsome face. It was an awesome metamorphosis, one that took him from fear and painful misery, to raw, unbridled sexual passion.

My balls slapped wetly against his smooth ass. He had taken all I had to offer, and his groaning pain began to turn into blissful moans of pleasure. The slick walls of his virgin cavity embraced my cock with a heat that could have only been generated by his youthful passion.

Continuing to pump my hard meat between Patrick's amazingly soft butt cheeks, I let his long, slinky legs drape down over my shoulders. The kid's hands immediately responded to the lustful demands of his weeping cock. His ball-sac closed tightly around his swollen bangers as his boyish face became twisted with erotic splendor. 'Oh My God, Fuck Me, Simon," he panted. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck me harder, Simon!"

My load of frothy thick nut nectar was teetering on the edge of a volcanic eruption. The kid was riding my steel hard prong like a sex starved animal. His gyrating ass and thrusting hips made it impossible for me to stop, or slow down, or even hold back the flood gates of my load of hot, thick cum. The final straw came when his thick, gooey ropes of hot spunk began to rocket from the kid's spasming slab of man-meat. He gasped as I pulled my heaving thick dick out of his sappy, young ass. His entire body stiffened as he wiggled and squirmed like an eel out of water. With one hand clamped firmly around his contracted nuts, the other continued to hammer out pools of shimmering semen onto his silky, smooth belly.

A liberal layer of butt slime coated my pulsating cock, causing my fist to slosh lewdly as I yanked my crank into a squirting volcano. "Oh yeah, cum on me," the kid panted, as I erupted the sappy contents of my nuts across his sweaty body and on his face.  Not caring what else happened at this point, I grabbed the gob of cum on his face and pushed it towards his mouth until my fingers dragged a huge gob of it into his open mouth, as he was gasping for air.

As the heat of passion faded and I looked upon my young lover, he appeared to be more beautiful than ever. I brought my body down atop his and we kissed passionately as I stroked the sides of his adorable face.

Lasting relationships are seldom made in a jail house. I knew that someday soon we would each be going our separate ways, and what we had shared behind these bars would become nothing more than a fond memory. But until that day comes, Patrick's tender, young meat and tight little asshole belong to me.  He's my jailhouse pup.