Date: Sat, 04 May 2002 00:12:52 +0000
From: Josh10 By_Gosh <josh_by_gosh2010@hotmail.com>
Subject:: Guard Duty (M/t Anal, Oral)
This is a WORK of FICTION. It includes sexual acts between a
man and a teenage boy.
The usual warnings - under 18 - leave now. Don't like to read
fictional depictions of sex between an adult male and a teen
boy - leave now. Such stories are illegal where you live -
leave now. None of the above, read and enjoy.
+++++++++++Guard Duty++++++++++++
April of 1999 was a high point in my 55 years of life. I
landed the dream job for a boy lover. I had been hired on as
a guard at the local juvenile detention center. There was
space in the facility for 36 boys. Their ages ranged from 13
to 17. They were in custody for various reasons - criminal
activities and protection were the most common. Boys in for
protection were ones who had run away from home; usually a
number of times. They left for all kinds of reasons, but
abuse - mental, physical or sexual - were the most common.
Being low man in seniority, I got to work nights. I was on
from eleven p.m. to eight a.m. My work week was Wednesday to
Sunday. This was not the greatest shift because it screwed
up my weekends. But then, weekends were the time when the
least number of guards were on duty. On Friday, Saturday
and Sunday nights, I was alone in the lock-up area - connected
by walkie talkie with the only other guard - who manned the
doors and security cameras. Jack was usually the other guard
on my shift. He was 48 and a boy lover as well. It is funny
how we recognize each other. I could tell from the first time
that he and I had to strip search a teen. Jack enjoyed it far
too much to be anything but a boy lover (but that is another
story).
My shift consisted of monitoring the boys in their rooms - we
called them cells. There was only one boy to a cell. Each
cell had a metal framed bed, a desk, a chair and a toilet.
Everything was bolted to the floor. Each boy was given a sheet
and a blanket. They were allowed a few personal items in their
cells but not many. The lights in each cell were left on at
night although they were dimmed down to about half of the
daytime level. Each cell door had a barred opening. This
allowed the guard to see what each boy was doing as he did his
rounds. There were strategically placed cameras monitoring key
areas - in my area this was in the hallways and the shower area.
All other facilities - classrooms etc., were outside the lock
up area.
My first month at the center almost drove me crazy. Most nights,
all 36 cells were full. As I started my rounds at eleven each
night, I was treated to the sight of boys in various states of undress.
Some lay naked on their beds, displaying all their
assets to my lusting eyes. Others were in various stages of masturbation.
I saw more young cocks of every shape size and
color than I had ever dreamed of - and I had done a lot of
dreaming. On average, I would guess that at least half the boys masturbated
nightly. Few went more than one or two nights
without it. I think it was one of the few things that comforted
them in this environment. And then there were the exhibitionists.
I am sure that some of the boys got off on the fact that I was
watching them - for they put on quite a show.
The other great part of my job happened at the end of the shift.
Each morning, the boys were awakened at 7:00 a.m. by the day
guards. They were brought to the showers in groups of six.
I was stationed at one entrance to the shower with a full view of everything
that took place inside. I stood about four feet from
the closest shower. Once the showers were complete, each boy had
to come to me to receive his clean clothes for the day. Needless
to say, this daily duty took its toll on me. Some mornings I
managed to delay masturbating until I got home. Other days, I
had to stop in the washroom before I left work.
My primary job was to make hourly inspections of the cells.
This usually took from 10 minutes to an hour - depending on what
activities I encountered - and how long I lingered at any
particular cell. The first three hours were the best. After that,
most of the boys slept. After each inspection, I had to call
Jack to report that everything was O.K.
One of the more memorable nights occurred about a month after I
had started. As I approached one of the cells on my 1:00 a.m.
round, I heard crying. This was not unusual. As I reached the
cell, I scanned the information sheet on the door. It was
occupied by a boy named Bobby. He had been picked up three times
after having run away from home. Because of suspected abuse at
home, he was placed in detention until alternate arrangements
could be made. Bobby had just turned thirteen.
As I looked in the window, Bobby was kneeling on the floor; his
head down; and his hands covering his crotch. I unlocked the
door and entered. He didn't look up, and continued crying. A
quick survey of the room told me why he wasn't in bed. A large
puddle of pee lay on the sheet - the rubber mattress cover
preventing it from soaking in.
I sat on the bed, being careful to avoid the puddle. I started
to talk quietly to Bobby. At first, he just kept crying.
Gradually my words started to get through to him. I re-assured
him that he was safe and that he would not be going back to the
source of his abuse. Eventually he stopped crying.
"Hi, Bobby. My name is Bill. I think its time to get you cleaned up
and into some dry clothes," I said.
"I guess so," came his muffled reply.
Because this was a break in my routine, I had to call Jack and
tell him what was going on. He wanted to know if I wanted the
camera in the shower room shut off. I said no. Sarcastically,
he said he would cut off the tape, just in case I couldn't control myself.
I grabbed the wet bedding off the bed - using it to wipe the
remaining piss from the mattress cover. I left the room, and
Bobby stood up and followed. Reaching the shower room, I deposited
the bedding in the laundry hamper. I turned on the water and
adjusted it. The showers were on the cold side so that no one
could burn themselves - accidently or on purpose.
"O.K. Bobby, lets get out of those wet clothes," I instructed.
Getting no response, I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off
his shoulders. He just stood there; his face a blank. I reached
down and undid his pants and slid them to the floor. I had to
lift each foot to get them off. Still, he stood there like a
statue. I pulled down his boxers and removed them from around
his feet. Still no reaction.
I took the opportunity to study this young child. The first
thing that struck me was that he looked younger than his thirteen years. If
I had to guess, I would have figured him to be ten or eleven. He had short
uneven brown hair that looked like he had
cut it himself. His face was pale. His eyes might have been
a pretty blue, had they not looked so devoid of life. He had a
thin, almost girlish face. His looks would have attracted a
lot of attention from the men on the street from whom runaways
usually earned their money. His body was as pale as his face and painfully
thin. He had a thin layer of brown pubic hair covering
the mound above his dick.
And oh what a dick he had. He may have looked eleven - but his
dick was as long as mine - almost seven inches of uncut splendor.
I could barely resist touching it. I gave my head a shake and
walked around behind him. What should have been a beautiful sight
was, instead, shocking.
I stared open mouthed at Bobby's back. The mass of scars looked
like a road map. The lines that cris-crossed from his shoulders
to his buttocks were too numerous to count. There were older
pale lines; fresher marks; thin stripes; and broad strips of
scarred flesh. This boy had been brutally beaten more than
once in his young life.
"Who did this to you, Bobby," I demanded. No answer.
"Who did this to you, Bobby!" My voice rising in anger.
He cringed a little but managed a reply.
"My mom's boyfriend. Mike" he whispered.
"Bobby, I give you my word. He will never touch you again."
If the man - no the animal - who had done this to Bobby were
beside me now, I think I could have killed him and not felt
the slightest guilt.
"Does your mom know about this," I asked? A stupid question.
How could she not.
"Yes," he stammered, "but she loves him and he can do anything
to me - she doesn't care about me anymore."
The words tumbled from his mouth. He turned to me; rivers of tears running
down his face; and hugged me, burying his face in my chest.
I felt every sob that wracked his small body. At one moment, I
felt love for this poor child - and pure animal hatred for the perpetrator
who had committed these horrible crimes on his frail
body.
It took at least ten minutes for Bobby's tears to subside. I held
him for at least another ten minutes longer. I couldn't heal all
his wounds or wipe away his pain. But I could be there for him -
if only for a little while.
"O.K. Bobby," I said, "I think a nice warm shower will help to make you
feel better."
He nodded his agreement and stepped into the shower. In silence,
he washed the tears from his face. He quickly cleaned himself. Normally,
watching him would have stirred a different kind of
feeling in me - but not tonight.
His shower done, Bobby stepped out. I took a large towel and began
to dry him. He hadn't asked but I felt the need to comfort him.
I dried his hair, his face, his chest. I approached his back.
Sensing my hesitation, he said, "it doesn't hurt, now."
I dried him carefully, patting the water from his scars. There was
one wicked line that started at his left shoulder and ended on his right
butt cheek. There was the clear imprint of a belt buckle on
his cheek. Anger welled up in me, again. I finished drying him.
I handed Bobby a pair of clean boxers and he stepped into them.
I took clean bedding and a clean shirt and pants and led him back
to his room. I made his bed while he watched. When it was done,
I sat down on it. Bobby stood for a moment and then sat beside me.
He started crying again and I hugged him to me. I caressed his
back with my fingertips as he leaned his head into my chest. My
fingers traveled lightly over his pale skin - not wanting to cause
him more pain than he had already felt.
Bobby stood up and slid onto my lap, curling his body tightly
against mine. I continued to massage his back with my left hand.
He raised his head and rested it against my shoulder, next to my
chin. He took my right hand and placed it in his lap. I was
shocked to realize that he had pulled down the front of his boxers.
He had placed my hand lengthwise on his soft, warm dick.
Without removing my hand, I asked "is this how you survived
on the street? Letting men touch you and touching them for money?"
"No," he stammered. "Lots of men wanted to but I was scared.
I didn't want them to hurt me. Not like Mike hurt me. I was
afraid of being.................raped."
"Mike did that to you," I asked? "How many times?"
"Once. He got drunk one night when mom was at work. He
bent me over a table and stuck his thing in my hole. He only did
it once. But it hurt real bad. I tried to scream but he slapped
me until I was quiet. When he was done, he beat me for crying.
He said I should take it like a man - not a baby. I tried not
to cry but it hurt so bad. When I felt my hole, there was blood
on my fingers. I was real scared. When my mom got home, I told
her what Mike had done. She didn't do anything. She told me to
keep my mouth shut. She put some cream on me to stop the bleeding
then sent me to bed."
I was the baby, now, tears running down my face.
"I'm not a baby, am I Bill," he pleaded.
"No, Bobby," I reassured him."You are not a baby. I would
have cried if someone had hurt me that bad."
We sat, hugging each other. My walkie talkie beeped. It was Jack.
I was overdue for my next rounds. I told Bobby I had to go. I
shifted him off my knees onto the bed. He sat there, head down.
"I will be back soon, Bobby," I said.
He looked up at me. His eyes were almost blank again. I will be
back, I promised. I left the room, not bothering to lock it.
I didn't think Bobby was going anywhere.
**************************
I rushed through my 2:00 a.m. rounds. There were a number of interesting
sights but I did not stop to watch. As I returned to Bobby's room, I
reported back to Jack that I was done. I told him
I needed to go back to Bobby - that I thought he might be suicidal
- and shouldn't be left alone. His only comment was "yeah, right!"
in a very sarcastic tone.
I entered Bobby's room and sat beside him. I hugged him to me and started
rubbing his back again. He looked up at me.
"That feels real nice. My mom used to rub my back and massage
me - when I was little - when she used to love me. Would you give
me a massage. I think it would help me to relax."
"I would be happy to Bobby," I replied, choking back a sob.
He got up off the bed. Before I realized what had happened, he
had his boxers off and was face down on the bed - his head resting
on his folded arms. I turned around and placed my hands gently on
his shoulders. The view of all his scars was almost too much to handle.
This thirteen year old boy had experienced more pain than
most of us do in a lifetime.
I stroked his shoulders. I massaged a little deeper, working out
the tension. He let out an audible sigh and closed his eyes.
I massaged down onto his back, working between his shoulder blades.
I continued to rub and massage down his back and along his sides -
alternating between a gentle finger tip massage and a deep full-hand
massage. Bobby responded with little whimpers and moans.
For some reason I will never know, I felt compelled to kiss the wide scar
that reached from his shoulder to his butt. I started at the shoulder,
kissing every inch of it. I didn't stop until I reached
the end. Was I trying to kiss it better - to heal the hurt.
I don't know, but I had to do it. Bobby was totally relaxed.
The tension gone from his pale body.
I gripped his two round cheeks in my hands, massaging in circles.
As I massaged, his cheeks separated and I could see his small
puckered hole nestled between them. I stopped. There were
bruises around it. Mike's assault must have been very recent - probably the
reason why Bobby had run again.
I massaged his cheeks; steering clear of his crack; not wanting
to cause him any more pain. I massaged down his young thighs
- all the way to his feet. I kissed the soles of his feet. He twitched a
little, probably ticklish. His massage complete,
I sat there waiting for Bobby to make the next move. It didn't
take long.
Bobby rolled over onto his back.
"You can do the front, too. Mom used to do it."
I started at his feet and worked my way up. He parted his legs a
bit, allowing me to massage the insides of his pale thighs. I accidently
brushed his ball sac and he jerked slightly. He closed
his eyes. His back rub was starting to turn sexual. I wasn't sure
if I wanted that or not. Any other night, there wouldn't have been
a second thought. But Bobby was different. He had suffered abuse
at the hands of a man. I didn't want to open his wounds again -
mental or physical.
His long slender penis was gorgeous. It looked so out of place on
a boy his size. I ached to touch it but moved on around it. I massaged up
to his pubic mound. I ran my fingers through the light hairs. They were
soft and starting to curl. I massaged up to his belly button. I worked my
fingers up his flat - almost concave
- belly to his chest. I rubbed his nipples. They were soft to
the touch. They were darker than the rest of his pale skin,
surrounded by circles of pale brown. His nipples started to harden
and I pinched them between thumb and forefinger - rolling them and teasing
them.
I massaged his neck and his shoulders. I traced my finger tips
lightly over his face; following the outline of his eyes, his
forehead, his nose, his cheeks; his pale pink lips. His lips
parted and I ran a finger along the wet inside of his lips. He
grasped my finger and sucked it in. His tongue played with my
finger tip. I let him suckle on it while I continued the light
finger massage on his face. I removed my finger from his mouth.
In a faint, almost inaudible voice, I heard him say "you can
kiss me if you want."
I brought my mouth to his. I placed my lips lightly on his. He responded
by wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me deeply. Our tongues met
and challenged each other to a duel. I don't know
who won - but there was definitely no loser.
I had a sudden feeling of overwhelming guilt. I pulled away from Bobby's
lips; staring into his questioning eyes.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Bobby. I have the
feeling that you want to go a lot farther. But, I want you to understand
that whatever we do together must be your choice. I
have developed strong feelings for you in a very short time. I am confused
by those feelings. I want to be sure that you really want
to do this. That you don't feel that you have to reward me for
being kind to you. This is not the street. You have a choice
here. I want you to make the right one."
I stood up and continued, "I have to do rounds again. I want
you to think about how far you want to take this. I am a grown
man. You are a boy. If we do anything.............. sexual...... together.
Well, I could get into a lot of trouble. I need to know what you want me
to do and what you want to do. I will be back in
a few minutes. Please, think carefully. It is important to me
and to you." I covered him with the blanket and left.
***************************
I finished my 3:00 a.m. rounds and called Jack. I told him I
would be spending the rest of the night in Bobby's cell. If
I didn't show up for rounds, he was to call me. He snickered.
"You lucky son of a bitch. I wish it was me down there and
you up here."
"I'm not sure you could handle the emotions that are involved here,
Jack. You are just a horny motherfucker and don't give two
hoots about who you get it on with or why," I chided.
I returned to Bobby's room. He was lying on his bed, still covered
by the blanket. I sat next to him and he sat up, the blanket
sliding down to his lap.
"Well," I said, "where do we go from here? It's your call."
"I..............I have been thinking. I said I hadn't had sex with men
on the street and that's true. But it wasn't because I
didn't want to. I have sort of been thinking about boys for about
a year now. There were some men that I would have gone with. But,
I was scared. I couldn't stand the pain again. I needed to be with someone
I could trust - someone who wouldn't hurt me. I..........I think you are
that person, Bill. I want to experience love between us. I want to know
what it all feels like. I need to know that
there can be something other than pain. Will you show me, Bill?"
I hugged him to me.
"I only want to make you happy, Bobby. I promise you there
will be no pain," I said.
We hugged a little longer then I laid him down. I kissed him on
the mouth. His lips parted and I entered him with my tongue. He received me
willingly. He was not as aggressive this time. He
seemed content to let me lead the way. I kissed all over his face.
"Roll over on your back, Bobby. There is something I have to
do," I said.
He did as I asked, exposing his scarred back to me. Starting at
his shoulders, I traced his scars down his back; with my fingers;
with my tongue; with kisses. He sighed deeply. I reached the
top of the blanket and slid it off his body onto the floor. I
followed the scars that led across his cheeks and to the tops
of his legs. Was I trying to kiss away all the hurt. I don't
know why, but it seemed right.
There was one other thing I had to do. I parted his round, firm cheeks. I
gently fingered his crack, reaching the small pink hole.
It was a mixture of pink and the bluish black bruises that
surrounded it. I felt Bobby tense up.
"I want to kiss it better," I said.
He seemed to understand. He relaxed and let me continue. I kissed
the puckered circle. I licked gently around it with my tongue. I allowed
the tip of my tongue to penetrate him slightly. I felt his muscles tighten
around me. That was enough. I had let him know
that his tiny bud could be a place of good feelings, not bad.
I rolled him onto his back. He had a smile on his face.
"That was nice," he said. He closed his eyes.
I searched for his nipples and found them with my mouth. I gave
each one a bath; teasing with my tongue; taking gentle nips with
my teeth. His nipples responded with their hardness. I kissed
the faint line of brownish hair that led down his stomach to his groin. I
nuzzled my mouth into his belly button. I kissed his
mound, the small curly hairs tickling my nose. His dick was
starting to show some signs of life. It would take time. Bobby
was not only experiencing new sensations - he was having to
mentally overcome some old ones.
I took his balls in my hand and rolled his small nuts between my fingers. He
moaned. I took his mammoth seven inches into my hands.
I pulled his foreskin slowly down, revealing a round pink head.
I slid it back and forth a few times getting a feel for it's length
and thickness. It started to respond to my touch. I could feel
the stiffness as the blood rushed into it. The head turning from
pink to a rosy red color. It swelled in thickness, but didn't go
much beyond its normal length.
I placed a kiss on his head, searching with my tongue until I found
the slit. I ran my tongue over the opening, causing his boyhood to jerk.
He was hard now. My fingers wrapped around him and started
to stroke. I took long, slow leisurely strokes. Pumping my hand
in a rhythm that matched his breathing.
I took his head in my mouth and sucked it. Bobby moaned. I tasted
a drop of pre cum and sucked eagerly, hoping for more. I got my
wish. The taste was both sweet and salty at the same time. I took more of
him into my mouth. I swallowed his young cock until it
reached my throat. I could barely fit him all in without gagging.
As I pumped my mouth up and down, I played with his tight
sac. I fingered down to his small pucker and rested a finger on
the opening. He didn't tense up this time. I released his dick
long enough to wet my finger. I returned to my sucking. My finger rested
against his hole. I was reluctant to go any farther. Any
pain at this time might be traumatic to Bobby's future sexuality.
I slowly inserted the tip of my finger. His young muscles
tightened around it. I continued pumping on his cock. I felt his
grip on my finger loosen. I slipped my finger in a little more.
It took about ten minutes of patient waiting, but I finally got it
all the way inside of him. I had to back off my sucking several
times to prevent him from cumming too soon.
With my finger slowly pushing back and forth into his tight anus,
I resumed my actions on his swollen boyhood. He was close. I
was being rewarded with copious amounts of pre-cum. His hips were starting
to thrust upwards into my face. He grabbed a handful of
my hair. He was ready for the ride of his life. He bucked up
into my mouth. His seven inches driving to the back of my throat.
I could feel, rather than hear, his moaning. He was near the
beginning and the end of his climax.
With one mighty push of his hips, he shot his hot, creamy load
deep into my throat. His first shot was followed by seven or
eight more. I was having trouble swallowing it all. He had
been saving this load for a long time. Cum was leaking from the
corners of my mouth.
As his spasms subsided, I was able to catch a breath. I swallowed
what remained of his boy juice. I licked the remnants from his relaxing
organ. The touch of my tongue brought on one final jerk
of his dick before it lay down to rest. I moved up his body to his
face.
Bobby was smiling. He was...........happy. It was a look of
pleasure, satisfaction and peace. It was a look that his
beautiful face had not had for a long time. He reached a finger
to my mouth. He picked up some of his own cum. He inserted his
finger into my mouth. I sucked eagerly. He reached out his finger again,
gathering more of his nectar. He used his tongue to taste
his juice. He smiled.
"I taste good, don't I," he said.
"You sure do," I responded, licking my lips.
We lay together for a few minutes until I had to get up to do my
next round. I stood up from the bed.
"Please come back when you are done," Bobby pleaded.
I took his hands in mine; kissed him on the cheek; smiled at him;
and left the room.
*****************************
I made my 4:00 a.m. round. Most of the boys were asleep. I checked
in with Jack. He had lost his sarcasm. He must have been getting pretty
horny imagining what Bobby and I might be up to. I returned
to find Bobby sitting on his bed, still naked. I stood next to him,
at a loss for words. I was feeling pretty good. Bobby seemed to
have found something to take his mind off his troubles - even if it
was only for a few hours.
Bobby stood up, facing me. He started to undo my shirt buttons.
"Do you really want to do this," I asked?
"Yes," he whispered, "why should you have all the fun. He
started to ease my shirt off. I stopped him.
"I don't think that is a good idea. What if I should get
called out for an emergency? I think I better keep my clothes on."
He nodded in agreement. He placed his face against the grey hair
on my chest. He felt warm. His breath on my left nipple was enough
to make it hard. His tongue searched out my left nipple and then my right.
They were soon rigid from his teasing. Bobby reached down
and undid my belt. He undid the button on my pants and unzipped me. He let
my pants fall to the floor. He led me to the end of the bed. His fingers
took hold of the waistband on my briefs. He slid them
to the floor. With a mighty push and a grunt to match, he pushed
me backwards onto the bed. I slid myself up until only my pants-covered
feet hung off the end.
He lay down on my body; his face on my chest; his semi-erect dick pressing
into mine. He started to slide up and down, massaging my seven inches with
his. The heat down below was enough to start a
fire. I was burning up. He slithered up my chest and found my
mouth. We shared a kiss filled with passion, lust and love. I
wished I could pick him up and take him to my home - away from this
place he didn't belong in.
He slithered down past my chest, tonguing my nipples as he went by.
He reached my fur covered belly. His tongue found my belly button
and sucked it clean. He buried his nose in my pubic hair, inhaling deeply of
my male musk. He rested his lips on the side of my almost erect cock. He
did not move or open his mouth. Instead, his hand found my heavy sac. He
lifted each ball separately. Each, in turn, was massaged and squeezed.
Continuing to fondle my rocks, he opened his mouth. His tongue darted out
and back in. Was he tasting me?
Was I to his liking?
He lifted himself up, his hands resting on my hips. He straightened his
arms. He was hovering over my erection, giving it the once
over. A small drop of precum formed at my slit. He darted his
tongue out; gathered it in; and tasted it. He placed his mouth directly on
my throbbing head, his lips just covering the ridge at
its base. His tongue lapped at my piss slit as he sucked on the
head. The pleasure was excruciating.
He rotated his mouth as he sucked, bringing me to a level of
ecstacy I had never known before. His lips massaging the bottom
edge of my ridge and the underside of the head. He paid close attention to
where my foreskin was attached in the crease underneath the head. I had
never realized just how sensitive this tiny ridge
of skin could be - the male clit. He moved his mouth down my shaft until I
hit the back of his throat. He couldn't take me all the
way in. Damn, I didn't care.
He continued the semi-circular motion of his head and mouth. He squeezed my
nuts until I was ready to scream for release. My head
was thrown back in silent anguish. I wanted to cum and I never
wanted this to end. I couldn't have both.
He slid up and down the length of my shaft. Almost taking it all
in, but never quite managing. I felt my sperm start to swell in
my nuts. I felt the pressure of a gusher forming in my shaft.
"I'm cumming, Bobby," I thought I had screamed, but only
a whisper escaped my throat. He must have heard me. He increased
the speed of his stroke, sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. I started
to undulate my body, my hips moving my cock farther into his mouth.
I wanted him to have it all. He gagged and I reacted by easing back
on my strokes.
The fire was raging in my balls. The head of steam that was
building was too much to hold back. I blasted my load into his
willing mouth. He gagged at the initial flood but valiantly fought back to
suck it all from my swollen balls. Everything I shot into
his mouth, he swallowed. Christ, he was doing a better job than I
had done on his load. I continued to shoot until my ass fell back
on the bed. I was drained. I was sweating. I felt fucking
fantastic.
Bobby licked the last of my cum from my piss slit. The slight roughness of
his tongue was almost too much to take. It brought a renewed wave of
ecstacy and a last shot that came from somewhere
deep inside of me. It hit him between the eyes. He laughed and
fell over like he had been shot. I was too weak to move. Bobby climbed
back up over my chest, offering me his face. I licked my
salty cum from his eyebrows and off the bridge of his nose. We snuggled
together, sharing warm, soft, moist kisses. It would
soon be time for my rounds again.
************************
I pulled up my pants and straightened my shirt, re-buttoning it.
I proceeded on my 5:00 a.m. round. Reporting in to Jack, he
reminded me that the next shift would be here in a couple of hours.
He had lost all traces of his sarcasm. He sounded envious. Not
wanting me to get caught so that I could fill him in on all the
juicy details later. That would be a frosty day in hell.
I returned to Bobby. He was peeing again. I joined him. Finished,
we washed each other as I had shown him. We were both getting hard from the
experience. We returned to sit next to each other on the bed. Bobby was
quiet.
"Hey, what's going on in there," I asked as I rapped my
knuckles lightly on his head.
He hesitated, trying to find the words.
"I..........I wish this night would never end," he managed.
"I have never felt this way with another person since I was a
little boy. I am not stupid. I know that we are not meant to
be together. You have helped me to see that being with another
person doesn't have to hurt. You showed me that I can make
another person feel good - and I can feel good doing it. So,
I want to make the most of this night. Before I..........,"
he choked back a sob. "before I have to go back to my mother.
I know they will send me back. They always do."
"Not if I can help it," I almost shouted. "I will talk to everyone I
can in the morning. I will talk to the counselors;
I will talk to the cops; I will talk to anyone who will listen.
I don't care if they find out about us. I can live with the consequences.
You are NOT going back to your mother and that
slimy bastard Mike."
Bobby threw his arms around me and hugged me. We held each other tightly.
We sat like this until Bobby pulled away. He still had something on his
mind.
"What is it, Bobby? Spit it out," I said. He was silent
for a minute.
"I don't know how to say this,"
"Try," I said, "I am hear to listen."
"After tonight, I am pretty sure I am gay," he said.
I would have argued with him but didn't want to stop him from
talking about what was bothering him.
"I didn't really know what gay was or what two men did with
each other. You have shown me. Until tonight, the thought of my
being with another boy or a man - it scared the hell out of me.
I could not take that pain, again. How could I ever be with
another boy - and love him - and please him. I would always be
too scared. This isn't the first time I have thought about this.
Sometimes, it's so bad I want............I want to kill myself."
I hugged him again. We sat together in silence.
"I need you to do something for me, Bill," he continued.
"I will never be able to be with anyone for the rest of my life
unless I do this - now. I want you to..........to do what Mike
did. Only I want to feel it without the hurting. I want
you..............your penis in my............in my bum. I know
that you can do it without hurting me. Please Bill, I need this.
I need you to do this. I may cry when it happens. But I want
you in me - now."
I was really scared. This was something I didn't want to face.
If I hurt Bobby, it might push him over the edge into killing
himself. I was shaking as I spoke.
"Bobby, I want to do this. I want you to feel how two men
can join together in pleasure. But I'm scared. If I hurt you,
even by accident - well, I don't know whether I could go on living
with that on my shoulders. You are literally putting your life
in my hands - and maybe my life to. I need a few minutes to
think. I will be back quickly."
***************************
I stumbled from his room. I think I was crying. I leaned against
the hallway wall, my head in my hands. The walkie talkie buzzed.
You okay asked Jack. I told him I would get back to him in five minutes. I
went to the supply area - away from the cameras.
I weighed all the possibilities in my head. The only rational one
was to lock Bobby's door and not go back in. But I couldn't
abandon him. I would be like his mother - like everyone else in
his life. I made up my mind. It was 5:20 a.m. I called Jack.
I told him I was going to do my 6:00 a.m. round early. Would he
cover for me? No problem. He would fuck with the tape so my next
round wouldn't show up. I didn't like the "you owe me" that ended
our conversation.
I rushed through my round. I returned to supply and rummaged
through the medicine cabinet. Thank god, there was a tube of Vaseline. I
returned to Bobby's room. He was still on the bed.
"O.K., I said, but you have to promise me one thing. If you
feel any pain. If you want to stop. You have to say so. Don't
try to tough it out. I need to know you will stop me," I said.
"I will, Bill," he said, drying the tears from his eyes.
I took off my shirt, my shoes and socks, my pants and my briefs.
I took Bobby in my arms and pulled him onto the bed. We kissed
for a long time. Was I just trying to delay what Bobby said he
wanted? I allowed my hands to roam his body, eventually finding
the marvellous rod that sprouted from his groin. I lowered
myself down on it, tasting it. I pulled away, motioning for
Bobby to move so that he was laying in the opposite direction.
He got the idea and took my already swollen organ into his mouth.
We shared a delicious meal together. It was damn hard to
concentrate on his young dick, while he was working on mine.
I wanted to bring myself as close to the edge as possible.
I reasoned that the less time I spent in Bobby, the less damage
I was likely to do - to his body or his mind.
When I was about to lose my mind, I released him and freed myself
from the grip of his young mouth. I retrieved the Vaseline from
my pants pocket. I positioned him on his back. I moved his legs
so that they were spread and out of the way. He placed his hands
under his thighs and held himself in position.
I spread a huge glob of Vaseline on my fingers. I spread it over
his pink hole. I rubbed it around covering his little anus completely. I
massaged the area with my finger - finally settling
it on his tender entrance. I pushed ever so slowly; watching his
face for a reaction. Seeing none, I pushed in farther. I slipped
past the grip of his sphincter. I told him to push down like he was
taking a dump. He pushed hard; allowing my finger in as far as it would go.
Still no reaction - his eyes were closed.
I worked my finger in and out, loosening and relaxing his muscles. Trying
to get him used to something filling this small opening.
After a few minutes, I replaced the one finger with two. He had a blissful
look on his face. I told him to push down again and worked
my two fingers in to the hilt.
I started to think of who had stretched this hole before me.
A wave of black anger washed over me. I tried and was able to
block it out.
I massaged his passage slowly and gently. I replaced two fingers
with three. It was a tight fit. I figured that if I caused him any pain, it
would at least be fingers that he remembered and feared
- not my swollen dick. I still didn't see any reaction. I asked
for a couple of big pushes and was rewarded as all three fingers disappeared
inside of him. I worked them back and forth until
I could all no more. It was now or never.
I positioned myself at the entrance to his tunnel. I removed my fingers and
quickly inserted my head into and past his sphincter.
My fingers had done a good job. He was looser than I had hoped.
I slid in about half way. No reaction. And I wanted one.
I started to massage his ball sac. I worked my way up to the shaft
of his beautiful penis. It awoke to my attentions. It wasn't long before
his man-size dick was standing tall. I continued to stroke
his meat and pushed farther into his insides. If there was any
pain, my hand was doing a good job of distracting Bobby's mind from
it.
I reached the point where I could push in not farther. My balls
rested against the warmth of his round cheeks. Bobby was
responding. His eyes were open, although a little glazed and
distant looking. I could tell he was feeling the motions of my
hand and the pressure of my swollen dick deep inside of him. His
breathing was faster and somewhat labored.
I withdrew my cock until the head was held by his sphincter. It gripped me
tightly. I pushed back in to the hilt. I detected
a slight push from Bobby. He was starting to push forward to meet
my cock as it entered him. I withdrew and pushed in again. This
time Bobby moved a little more. A few more strokes, and his little body had
set up a rocking motion - forward to meet me and away as I
pulled back. This was starting to have a major affect on me. The wonderful
firm grip of his tight anus surrounding me. The feel of
his hard boy/man cock in my hand. I was nearing the point of detonation.
Fortunately, Bobby's ragged breathing told me that he
was ready to cum. What was the line from that Beatle's song - cum together,
right now, over me.
I was starting to feel a tightness in my balls. I stroked Bobby's
dick harder and faster. As I fired my first load into his bowels,
he shot a load into my hand and onto his belly and chest. We
continue to match each other shot for shot. I don't know who ran
out of ammo first - but I didn't really care. I slowed my motions
- both in his ass and my hand sliding on his dick. Several more dribbles ran
down his softening cock. I slipped from his bowels.
I turned around on the bed, back to the classic 69 position
- placing my cock near his mouth. I took his sticky young member
and licked it clean, occasionally sucking it into my mouth and back out. He
followed my lead at the other end. We were soon free of
all remnants of our mutual orgasm. Well, not quite.
I turned around and started licking his belly and chest. In between licks,
I met his mouth with mine - sharing his boy seed. Soon there was nothing
left to share. We lay side by side. I looked at my watch. Time to go. We
kissed for several more minutes. No words needed to be spoken. Nothing
would add to the things we had shared.
I got off the bed and covered Bobby's pale, naked body. I kissed his ear -
whispering goodbye at the same time. I dressed quickly and
exited his cell.
***************************
I was at my post by the showers when 7:00 a.m. arrived. I had no
need or desire to look at the glistening young bodies. That could
wait for another day. At eight, I went to my locker and changed.
I made arrangements to meet with a counselor later in the day. At
that meeting, I told her all the things that Bobby had said to me during the
night. She said she would get in touch with the police
and they would probably want to interview me. Satisfied, I went
home to bed.
That night I arrived at the front desk. Jack was already in
position for his nights work.
"He's gone," he said.
"Who," I asked, not quite awake yet?
"That boy, Bobby - the one you were with last night. They
sent him to a foster home."
"Oh, that's great," I said.
"Aren't you going to miss him," asked Jack?
I didn't answer. I went to my locker and changed. I headed for my first
round. I stopped at Bobby's former room. I checked the wall chart. There
was already another boy in the cell that Bobby had occupied a few hours ago.
His name was Jason. I looked through
the opening into the cell. Jason was sitting on the floor.
He was crying.