Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 04:36:50 -0500
From: Gary A Arlint <TANDA2000@compuserve.com>
Subject: Fresh Fish Parts III & IV

			Fresh Fish  Part III & IV
				      by Tanda2000@compuserve.com
						copyright by Tanda 3/2001

	I was hot and hard, wanting to pursue this late night activity,
however, that was going to have to be put on hold.
	In the darkness, I said, "Hey Fish.  Get on your bunk and pretend
you're asleep."
	"Huh?"
	"Fuckin' do it, now, punk!  Don't ever question me."  I swatted him
on his firm ass.  "Get on you bunk."
	I quickly threw the blanket that was on the floor onto my bunk and
crawled on it and laid on my back with an arm over my eyes, pretending to
be asleep.  The fish was confused, but followed my lead and quickly climbed
on his bunk.  Hopefully, he was pretending to be asleep.  I wasn't about to
get up and check.
	In a couple of minutes, we could hear the sound of keys jingling in
the distance as the cop made his hourly tier check.  "Man," I thought to
myself, "these cops could fuck up a wet dream!"  But I laid there naked on
my bunk with my dick still rock hard.  I grinned to myself in the dark
knowing that this cop was gonna get an eyeful.
	Under my arm, my eyes could see the shining beam of the cop's tiny
mag lite as he checked our cell.  I could see the light go up to the window
first, like it always did, and then to my cellie's top bunk and then down
to mine.  The light stayed on me for a long time and I knew that this freak
cop was trippin' on my big 9 inch rod lying on my muscled thigh while I
slightly parted my mouth as if I was snoring.
	It was Officer Benton working tonight.  He'd been watching me for a
long time and I suspected that he wanted some of this man meat.  And, hell,
I'd do him!  Love men in uniform.  So, I let my big cock throb on my flat
belly as I felt the spotlight was all on me.  Inwardly, I was proud and
pleased as a punk in a peter tree that he was getting off on me.  But I
know he didn't dare say anything to me.  There weren't any rules about
sleeping in the nude or having a hard on, for Christ's sakes, so what's he
gonna do?  Write me up.  Think not.
	Finally after what seemed like 5 minutes, the light went away and I
could hear the keys fading down the tier.
	A hushed whisper, "Dagger?"
	"Yeah, Fish?"
	"What was that all about?"
	"Tier check, kid.  Every hour on the hour."
	"Oh," was all he said.
	"And the next time I tell you to do something while you're in here,
you'd better fuckin' do it and ask your stupid questions later.  Man, we
could have been busted and gone to the hole.  Then I'd really have to fuck
you up!"
	"Sorry," came the meek reply.
	I grunted in the dark.  "Sorry, what, Fish?"
	"Sir."
	I was pleased.  This kid was going to be easy to train.  I hoped.
I didn't need any Mickey Mouse Bullshit drama from some lame fish to fuck
up my program here.  As long as I kept him in line.  And, the funny thing
about it was I really did like the kid.  No way, man.  Maybe I'd just been
here too long and was too fuckin' lonely.  But he'd never know that.  Or
anyone else for that matter.  I laid there in the dark squeezing my hard
shaft recalling that sweet, sweet kiss that I had given him.  I could tell
he had never been with a man before and that got me even hotter.
	And, yeah, even a little more fond of the boy.  Yeah, I'll admit
it.  I liked him and knew that I'd have to be real careful 'cuz I could
fall for this fish big time.  And, then they'd probably ship him out of
here and then I'd be all alone again.  Damn system sucked.
	"Hey, Fish," I softly called.
	"Yes?  Sir?"
	"You still awake, huh?"
	"Yes."
	"I was thinkin'.  I think I'm gonna take you under my wing and
start workin' out with you tomorrow.  Might as well get you broke into the
routine.  You look like you could use some size on you, man.  Too much
dope, I'm thinkin' Besides, I need a new work out partner.  Someone to spot
for me and I'll show you how to lift and take care of yourself while you're
in here."
	"Wow!  I'd really like that!", he gushed.  Then added, "Sir."
	"Okay, but you got to give me your word that you'll do what I say
and don't question my methods, Dude.  Believe me, I know the ropes."
	"Yes, sir."
	Man, this was becoming all too easy.  I kinda figured that he
thought he did the crime so he had to do the time.  That's a good thing, I
thought.  It shows that he's got respect.  And he's gonna need that in
here.  And what he doesn't have, I'll learn him.
	"Hey, Fish?"
	"Yes?"
	"I want to show you the proper technique for giving rub downs.
It's different when you're working out and I could tell by the one that you
gave me that you don't know jack shit about rubbing a weight lifter down.
So get your happy ass down here on the floor.  School's in session."
	I got up, naked with my dick waving proudly like a flag pole and
spread the blanket back down on the floor.  I figured we had a good hour
before that dick head cop showed back up.  The Fish crawled down his ladder
still in his tight white jockeys.  My hard cock throbbed.  Man, this kid
was hot.  Nice package, nice buns, nice body all the way around.  He made
sure he stepped down on the floor away from me and my swinging dick, doing
his best not to acknowledge it.  I could tell he wasn't too keen on doing
this, but I think he realized he really had no choice in the matter.  It
was time to learn about prison life.
	"Where do you want me?," he asked shyly, leaning against the sink
next to the toilet.
	"On the fuckin' blanket, Fish."
	He gingerly laid down on the blanket, closing his eyes, resigning
himself to his fate.  I looked down at the beautiful young man just lying
there waiting for my pleasure.  My hard cock throbbed again.
	I stepped over his laid out body and walked to the door checking
the window for cops.  The way my cell was located on the tier, I could use
my little "contraband" piece of mirror I'd scored and could see all the way
down the tier.
	The coast was clear.  Cool.
	I walked back over to my new celly and stood over him with one of
my legs on either side of his slim torso.  He looked so hot lying there in
those tight white jockeys and the bulge in the front held the promise of
things to come.  With any luck at all.
	I had to grin.  He had his eyes closed much too tightly.  Poor
little feller, I thought.  But, he'd be alright.  I would never hurt the
guy. Unless he fucked up, that is.
	To put the hapless fish at ease, I started my rhetoric at once.  To
get his trust and make him more comfortable it was important for me to
sound as qualified as I could.  And what I didn't know, hell, I'd make up!
	Still standing over him with cock waving, I said, "The first thing
you've got to learn, Fish, is the principles of muscle and what muscles
need to be worked for maximum growth potential."  Shit, was I good, or
what?
	In the semi-darkness, I saw him dare to open his eyes.  Man, the
view that he got must have scared him to death because when he looked up
and saw this six foot man standing over him with a hard 9 inch cock, he
clamped his eyes shut tight immediately.
	As I continued laying my line of bullshit on him, I squatted over
him.  I knelt down over him with both of my thighs on each side of his
body.  My hard cock grazed against his smooth chest as I put my hands
behind his neck.
	"The first part of relaxation is usually in the neck.  I want you
to just relax and let you mind and body go.  For ultimate relaxation, you
should be completely at ease.  In other words, if I pick up your arm and
drop it, it better fuckin' drop.  No resistance.  Just relax."
	I was telling him all this as I gently kneaded the taut muscles in
his neck, feeling his shaggy hair entwined in my fingers.  Kneeling over
him, my massive thighs held him snugly in place while my throbbing dick
rubbed gently across his chest.  He had nice tits too, I noticed.
	My magic was already starting to work.  I could tell by the feel of
his neck that he was starting to relax and while I rubbed his neck, I
worked his head around and took the time to survey my, um, victim?  No, my
protégé.  Yeah, that was it.
	As he gave in and let me have full control of his neck and head, I
worked the muscles in his neck and looked with longing at his slightly
parted lips and his long lashes.  Damn, this fish was a good lookin' man!
And he probably didn't have any idea how hot he was.  Man, was I lucky.  My
cock dribbled precum.  My heart throbbed in my chest.  I wanted to kiss
him, I wanted to hold him, I wanted to protect him.
	I shook myself out of my reverie.  What the hell was I thinkin'?
He's just my celly, for Christ's sakes!  Bottom line.  I wanted to fuck
him!
	As I worked my wandering fingers down to his shoulders, a soft moan
escaped between his parted lips and my dick swelled up even more.  I was
leaving a trail of precum all over his smooth, hairless chest.  He just
laid there with his eyes closed like a good little fish.
	In a husky whisper, I asked, "Feel good?"
	"Ahhh, yeah," he moaned softly.
	I squeezed his shoulders roughly.
	"Sir," he added.
	I released the pressure and let my hands go down to his pecs.  He
had a nice beginning.  A few weeks on the weight pile and he'd be one toned
mother.  Nobody was gonna mess with this kid if I had things the way I
wanted them.
	My fingers slowly circled his nipples and when my fingertips
brushed them, they woke and stood up for me.  He gave an involuntary
shiver.  I smiled in the dark.
	Then, I wickedly tweaked each one of them at the same time.
	It startled him and his body jerked, but he made no effort to get
away.  He just moaned louder and his nipples became harder.  I was lovin'
this.  He was hot.  I pinched them again, this time harder and he stifled a
cry of pain as I watched him bite his lower lip.  But he kept his eyes
closed and just laid there and took it like a good little fish.
	My hands moved to his arms and I started kneading the muscles in
his arms. As I worked down his biceps to his wrists, I had to move back a
little and that's when I saw the outline of a hard dick in those little
white jockeys.  I had him.  It looked good enough to eat.  Lunch was gonna
be served real soon now.
	I took his hands in mine and began massaging his palms and stroking
each one of his fingers as if they were little cocks.  As I did, I watched
his young cock throb in his shorts.  Damn, he was driving me wild.  But I
had to maintain.  I couldn't let him know he was getting to me in any way.
Besides, he's just a straight dude.  Just a fish.
	I left his arms lying by his sides and, just as a test, brought one
of his arms up in the air and let it drop to the floor.  It did.
	As I continued to massage his right arm, I pulled it across his
body and made sure his hand was grazing against my hard cock as I worked
the muscles in his arm.  He didn't pull away.  That was a good sign.
	I straddled him again and let my hands glide up his arms to his
shoulders again.  Then I let my hands slide down to his chest again and
when my hands glided over his nipples I could feel the heat from the hard
tips.  My hands continued their journey down to his flat, hard belly and I
was pleased that he was already so toned.  I noted a small trail of light
brown hair going from his navel down to the waistband of his shorts.  Other
than the light fuzz on his legs and the hair on his head, that was the only
hair I'd ever seen on him.  I looked at his navel with longing.  I had this
sudden urge to lick him there.  But I didn't.  At least, not yet.
	I ignored his shorts and the bulge in them and worked right down to
his thighs.  As I massaged and kneaded the muscled flesh in his legs, I
allowed my forearms to casually graze against the straining bulge in his
jockeys.  It throbbed and, in the darkness, I was beginning to see a wet
spot where the head of his dick was hiding.  The white fabric on the skin
tight shorts outlined the perfect shape of a bulging mushroomed head and he
looked like he was pretty healthy.
	As I worked lower on his legs, I asked him, "Been awhile since
you've had some pussy, huh, Fish?"
	He gulped.  "Yes, sir.  I was in county jail for three months
before I got here."
	I continued to rub his calves.  "You got a girl out there?"
	Heavy sigh.  "Yeah, I did.  But when the cops showed up, she
split."
	"Bitch," I said and started my journey back up to his thighs.  He
spread his legs slightly as my hands inched their way up to my goal.
	"Well, Dudeness, I can tell that it's been awhile by the shit you
got goin' on in those shorts."
	"Sorry."
	"No need to be sorry, man. It's only natural.  After all, you are a
man.  And, judging by the size of that thing, I'd say you're quite a man."
(That's right, Dagger, stroke that ego first then you can stroke the cock.)
	No reply, just ragged breathing from the fish.
	As my fingertips reached the tight leg openings of his jockeys, I
let them push up under his shorts and he caught his breath.  "Just relax,
fish, just relax."
	He didn't move.  But his cock was throbbing.
	I slowly pulled my hands out of his shorts and moved them to his
slim hips.  I rubbed his hips as I straddled him again, letting my hard
dick bounce against the bulge in his shorts.  I let my hands roam to his
flat belly again in circular motions and as my fingertips reached his waist
band, I slid them underneath.  Just a little.  His breathing was coming
fast and jagged.  But he laid there, not saying a word.
	My breathing was also heavy and, without warning, I raised up his
waist band and this 7 inch cock jumped free.
	"Nice tool, kid," I whispered.
	He just lay there not saying a word as his young cock did a dance
of lust on his belly.
	I slowly eased his shorts down below his balls and then suddenly
let them snap right under his nut sack causing his to breath to catch in
his throat.  His balls were pushed up by the force of his shorts and I had
another urge to use my tongue.  But I withheld.  My cock throbbed.
	I firmly grabbed his cock and held it up.  It throbbed in my fist.
I squeezed it roughly.  A moan escaped his parted lips.
	"Looks like you need to be payin' attention to yourself, Fish.  It
gets pretty lonely in here sometimes."
	He said not a word.  Just heavy breathing.
	I released his dick and, grabbing the waist band of his shorts,
slowly eased them down over his shapely thighs and down his calves.  When I
had pulled them all the way off of his feet, I tossed them randomly on my
bunk where they lay united next to mine.
	I returned my attention to the young man lying naked in front of me
on the floor.  What a prize. What a beauty.  His hard young cock lie on his
flat stomach, twitching, as I began massaging his calves, working my way
back up his legs.  He just laid there in the semi-darkness letting me do
whatever I wanted to his hot body.  When I reached his swollen balls, my
hands grazed them and his dick bounced up on his belly.  I grinned.
	Then I wrapped my fist around his hard cock and held it up.
	"Nice piece of meat, kid," was all I said.
	Then I slid up and, still straddling him, I held my bigger dick up
next to his and stroked them both together.  He laid there breathing
heavily, his entire body tensed up.  So hot but too afraid to stop me.
	The precum from our dicks made them slippery and I stroked them a
couple of times and then let his flop back to his belly with a resounding
smack.
	He stuttered and audibly moaned at the same time,
"We....we...shouldn't...be.."
	"Shut up, punk," I growled.  "I told you to NEVER question my
methods."
	With that, he shut up and I bent forward and started to blow my hot
breath against his throbbing dick and heated nut sack.  His cock reacted to
my breath by doing a dance.  I roughly grabbed his balls and bunched them
up in my fist which made him wince with the pain of the sudden grasp.  I
grabbed his dick with my other hand and held it up in the air.  I leaned
forward and kissed the head of his mushroomed dick.  I could taste his
sweet innocence.  He moaned.
	Still holding his swollen balls in my fist, I engulfed his young
cock head with my hot lips and wrapped them around it tightly and sucked
hard.  I saw his fists reach out and grab a hold of the blanket as he tried
to maintain.
	I sucked on his cock for a minute and then let it slide out of my
mouth.  As it lay on his belly wet and shiny, I said, "Yeah, looks like
we'll have to get one of these punks around here to take care of you.  You
don't even want me to take care of your problem.  'Cuz I always say, "If I
suck 'em, I fuck 'em."
	I slapped his hip and said, "Now roll over.  Let's do the
backside."
	I got up and went to the window checking for jiggs again.  You
never know when these tricky bastard cops were going to do a sneak round.
The coast was still clear.
	I turned around and saw my prize.  The hot young man was lying on
his belly, completely at my mercy and I couldn't help but stroke my hard
dick a couple of times when I saw that fine ass beckoning me.
	The first thing I did was to straddle him again.  I grabbed a hold
of his arms that were laying by his side and pulled them up above his
head. (Damn, I wish I would have thought to have some rope around here.)
But I figured he wouldn't dare move once I had him positioned how I wanted
him.
	He let his arms be pinned to the floor above his head as my hard
cock slid around his slim back.  Pulling his arms up over his head just
made his little ass stick up in the air even more. That hot little butt was
begging for it even though he didn't know it.
	Again, I started at his head, rubbing his hair all around in my
fingers and tugging on it slightly. To stimulate the scalp is what I told
him.  But I was pulling hard enough on it that his head was rising off of
the floor whenever I tugged.  Mmmmmm, what a good little fish.  Then I
started kneading his shoulders and worked my way down his slim back.  My
hard dick was still leaking precum all over his backside and I was lovin'
it.  As I worked even lower, I allowed my big dick to glide in the crack of
his smooth, hairless ass.  He didn't resist or react to it.  At least not
that I could tell.
	When my hands reached his trim waist, I slid down and let my cock
hang on his legs.  My hands reached his firm orbs and began massaging the
fleshy mounds of pleasure.  I spent a long time on them thinking how good
they felt and how supple they were and how good they would feel against my
hips when I started pounding into that virgin ass.
	Reluctantly, I left his butt cheeks and went down to his thighs.
When I reached his thighs, I abruptly spread his legs wide apart like I was
makin' a fuckin' wish.  And I was.  He still just laid there letting me
show him how to rub a weight lifter down.
	I worked on one leg all the way down to his ankles and then started
to rub his feet, including each little fuckin' toe.  He squirmed but didn't
resist.  When I got finished with one foot, I went to the other one and
then back up on the other leg.  As my hands got closer to the crack of his
ass, they grazed against his nut sack.  Involuntarily, he pushed his pelvis
down against the blanket.  I started rubbing his ass cheeks again, a little
bit more forceful this time, spreading his cheeks and letting my fingers
glide up his smooth crack.
	With one quick movement, I roughly reached up underneath him and
found his hard cock pressed against the blanket.  I grabbed it and yanked
it down between his spread out legs.  He yelped quietly but didn't try to
stop me.  So, now I had this young hunk spread eagle on the floor beneath
me with his hard 7 inch cock pressed against the floor exposed to my whim.
	I smacked his right ass cheek.  "You ever been rimmed, Fish?"
	"Uh.....no, " he replied.  "Sir."
	"Well, hang onto your wad, kid, 'cuz you're gonna get a taste of
pure pleasure."
	With that, I spread his tender cheeks wide apart and bent low.  I
started by kissing his crack and he caught his breath.  He smelled hot and
sweet all at the same time.
	I licked that virgin crack from the top to the base of his nut
sack.
	He cringed.  I noted that his cock throbbed.
	Then I started to tongue around his virgin opening while I held his
cheeks wide open to my demanding tongue.  He whimpered when my tongue made
contact with his pink virgin hole.  Mmmmmm, so sweet.  So straight.  So
hot.
	Without warning, I slid my hot tongue into his virgin ass.  He
moaned almost too loudly and I smacked his ass again and told him to shut
up.  Holding his ass cheeks in both hands, I started to ease my tongue into
that hot, tight sweet hole.  Where no man has gone before.
	Then I pulled away from his hot ass and grabbed him by his hips.  I
pulled him up until his ass was in the air and his head was buried in the
blanket on the floor.  His arms still above his head.  I bent down behind
him and resumed my position with my tongue entering his tight asshole.  I
eased it back in and then I started to tongue fuck the boy.  He was so hot
and sweet.  I reached around and grabbed his hanging hard cock and started
to squeeze it until it started to juice up real nice.  This poor straight
guy didn't know what the hell was going on but he was lovin' the hell out
of it.
	His legs trembled as my tongue got a hard on and I started to fuck
him with it.  Knowing that the poor fish was gonna shoot real soon, I
pulled out and started to toy with his tight ass with one of my fingers.
His sweet hole was all wet so it was easy for one of my fingers to just
slide right in.  He froze.  I persisted.  My dick throbbed wantonly.
	As he got used to the violation of my finger, he soon began to
relax and accept it and, before long, I got brave and inserted two fingers
into his hot little butt.  I stroked his cock with long steady strokes
matching my penetration of his ass with my fingers.  And he was taking it!
And, judging by the way his cock was leaking precum and hard as a rock, I
knew he was likin' it!  Just a faggot waiting to happen.  And I was gonna
be the one to hook this fish and bring him on shore.
	Suddenly, the fish started bucking against my fingers burying them
deeper into his hot ass.  "Oh, Dagger, Dagger," he moaned.  "I don't
fucking believe it!"
	He started ramming my fist that was holding his cock and with each
thrust, he was taking more of my fingers in his ass.  I felt his dick swell
up and suddenly, I felt hot cum boil up from his balls and cover my hand
and shoot all over the blanket.  The fish was cumming.  The bastard.  Damn!
I hadn't meant to be that good.
																													PART
IV

Man, talk about fucking up a wet dream.  I suddenly realized that there was
a light shining on us from the door.  We were so busted.
	"What the fuck is going on in here?", demanded the cop holding the
light on us.  I jumped up with my big hard cock waving in the air.  Big
mistake.
	"Uh, nothin' Officer.  Just givin' the kid a rub down."
	"Yeah," the cop said sardonically.  "I can see that."
	Josh, my new little fish just buried his head in the blanket on the
floor, his sweet little ass still up in the air.
	"Inmate Fields.  Get some skivvies on and report to the Officer's
Station."
	Oh shit, I thought.  Here we go.  "Uh, yes sir."
	The Officer left us alone so he could go down and pop the door
open.
	"Shit.  Fuck.  Shit, shit, shit.", I cussed up a storm as I pulled
on my jockey shorts.
	"What's going to happen to us, Dagger?", the Fish whined.
	"I dunno, kid.  I fuckin' don't know."
	The door popped open.
	I stepped outside and looked back at Josh.  He was scared shitless.
My heart went out to my scared little fish.  "Just get on your bunk and be
cool, man.  I'll try to do some fast talking and get us out of this shit."
	I walked down the tier.  It was so quiet that I could almost hear
my bare feet on the concrete walkway.  "Damn, shit, fuck," I quietly
cussed. I heard my cell door close behind me.  I always hated that sound of
finality.
	When I got to the Officer's Station, Officer Benton was sitting at
his desk writing up a D.R.  For you laymen, that would be better known as a
disciplinary report.  That means hole time.  Fuck!
	I stood in front of his desk still naked except for the jockeys
that I had thrown on.  My semi-hard cock was still evident in my shorts but
had quieted down quite a bit.  I didn't know how I was gonna deal with
this, but I knew I had to play it out.  So I folded my arms across my
muscled chest and stood there waiting for him to acknowledge me.
	He looked up from his writing.  His gaze was level with my crotch.
He stared right at it.  His penetrating blue eyes seemed to go right
through the fabric.
	He was about my age, but slimmer.  About 5 feet 11 inches, maybe
186 lbs or so.  He kept his blond hair cut short and wasn't a bad looking
man.  Except for that fucked up uniform he wore that told me he was a lousy
pig.  A cop that kept me locked up.
	He sat his pen down on the desk.
	"Fields," he said.  "You think you're pretty tough shit around
here, don't you?"
	I started to play my part.
	I just grinned lewdly, not moving my stance and said, "I do my
time."
	He got up but I noticed he didn't leave his desk without his billy
club.  The bastard.  He was scared of me, I could tell.  The little sissy
whimpy faggot.
	He walked around the desk tapping the club in the palm of his hand.
He looked me up and down.  I didn't move.
	He mused, "Hmmm, I wonder just how tough you are without your
buddies around?"
	I got a good look at him.  I stared him straight in the eye, but my
experienced peripheral vision got a chance to appreciate the way his
uniform fit his tight body.  I was intrigued.
	He walked around my semi-clad body and informed me that he could
run me into the hole for a long time for homosexual activity in prison.
While he circled me, he let the club trace around my upper torso.  It felt
smooth and cold.  I'd like to stick it up his ass.
	He came around the front of me and then whacked me one across the
chest with it.  I winced but didn't budge.  My nipples became erect where
the club had landed.  It didn't escape his attention.
	"Do you know how much time you could get in the hole, Fields?", he
demanded.
	"Yeah," I said casually.
	He stood only inches from my face as he questioned me and the only
thing between us was a little air and that damned club.  I looked deep into
his eyes and watched his lips move as he spoke.  I couldn't help it, but
watching those lips made my cock start to twitch.  I felt the club wander
down my chest to my abdomen and then he stood back and pushed the end of
inside of my jockey shorts.  He grinned wickedly.  The freak.
	"I hear your known in here for quite the weapon," he said as he let
the smooth hard club slide in the waistband of my shorts.  I still didn't
budge.
	With my arms still folded, I felt the club rub against my cock
nestled inside my underwear.  I just replied, "I do my time."
	He grinned.  "Yeah, and that's all you can do, convict."
	With those words, he pulled on the club and yanked my shorts down
around my knees.  My cock swung free.  It was half hard and I saw his eyes
light up.
	"Well," he said with a husky voice.  "I guess you do live up to
your name."
	He nudged my cock with his club and watched in fascination as it
began to grow.  I grit my teeth as my dick began to betray itself and his
club was pushing it around and toying with my balls.  I felt the cool club
slide between my legs.  I held my stance but my cock was almost completely
hard.  He began sliding it in and out of my legs.  I just grinned at him.
I looked down at his uniform and saw a prominent bulge in his snugly fit
uniform pants.  This freak cop wants it, I thought.  And if he keeps
fucking with me, he's gonna get it
	To my surprise, he roughly grabbed my hardening cock and said, "You
were going to fuck that boy, weren't you, you faggot convict?"
	Now he was starting to piss me off.
	Still holding onto my cock, he said, "You know, you could really
hurt that boy with this monster."  As he spoke, he was inadvertently
squeezing it.
	I looked him in the eye and said, "Someone's gonna get it, man."
	He got up in my face and breathed angrily, "You threatening me,
Fields?"
	I just stared at him.  I was inches from his face and we could have
touched lips had either of us moved an inch.
	Not saying a word, just pissed him off.
	Abruptly, he released my hard cock and I saw that his cock was
straining in his uniform pants.  He sat the billy club down on the desk.
He turned back around to face me and said, "Okay, do something, convict.
Go ahead, give it your best shot."
	I just stood there.  I wasn't going to take the bait and get an
assault charge to boot.  This pissed him off even more.  He pushed against
my chest with his hand.  "Just as I thought," he jeered.  "You're not going
to do anything.  You're just a punk."
	Fuck, he shouldn't have said the "P" word.  I lost control.
	I lunged at him.  He tried to block my attack, but I was too fast
and too big for him.  I pinned him against the desk, my hard cock pressed
against his uniform pants.  I yanked his head back and pressed my lips
against his and kissed him on the mouth as he struggled vainly to fight me
off.  I held his head in my hands and forced his lips apart with my tongue.
He tried shaking his head but I held him firmly and started to grind my
hips against his.
	He broke away and laughed, "Is that all you got, tough guy?"  He
was hard in his uniform.  I lunged at him again and started to fumble with
his oversized belt buckle as he tried to fight me off.  But I was too fast
for him and I was all over him like white on rice.
	In no time, I had his buckle undone and unzipped his fly and then
jerked his uniform pants down around his knees.  He had pretty much stopped
struggling and I could see his hard throbbing cock tenting in his boxers .
	"Oh yeah, yeah," he murmured hoarsely.  "Come on, big guy.  Do it.
Do it."
	I whipped him around so that he was facing the desk and he looked
so hot with his uniform pants down around his knees and he did have a
really nice ass.  He voluntarily bent over the desk.
	I was stunned.  But I was hard and this cop had turned me on.  I
listened to my dick. It said, "Fuck him."
	He grabbed his own cock and began to stroke it as he was bent over
the desk and I realized that this guy wanted it and liked to play rough.
Well, I didn't want to hurt the guy but I could play.
	I pushed him down so that his face was lying on the desk as he
offered me his butt.  I stood behind him and kicked his legs wide apart so
that the uniform was so tight around his legs, I could hear the ripping of
fabric.
	I stood between his spread legs and spit in my hand.
	I rubbed my cock real good with it up and down and then spit again
in my hand and rubbed it in his crack.  He moaned, "Yessssss," and arched
his back so that his tight little butt was waiting to be filled.
	I didn't disappoint him.
	I placed the head of my shiny spit covered dick against his tight
opening.  He pushed against me and it was in!  Damn, he was tight.  And
hot.
	As I eased more of my hard cock into his willing tight ass, he
moaned with pleasure as my 9 inches begin to fill him.  I sunk all of my
length into his willing ass until my hips were against his firm rounded
ass.  Lucky for my celly, I thought as I felt this cop's hotness envelope
my aching cock.
	After I could tell his ass had gotten used to the intrusion of my
oversized cock, I started a slow rhythmic thrust.  Just a little at first
so as not to hurt the guy.  I mean he had always been decent to me but he
just wanted to get fucked.  And who am I to turn down an offer like this?
	As he got more used to me, I started easing in and out of his hot
ass as he pounded away on his own hard cock in his fist.  When I saw that
he was really enjoying this, I started going faster and deeper, fucking
this cop like there was no tomorrow.  And I knew there might not be.  I
might be in the hole.  But right now the only hole I cared about was the
hot one that my cock was penetrating.
	I started fucking the cop with long deep strokes until my balls
were slapping against his willing ass cheeks.  I held onto his hips and
slammed into him repeatedly as he moaned with pleasure and stroked his cock
like a piston.  We were in unison, we were one fucking machine as I plowed
his hot cop ass.  It felt so damn good and I could feel all my tensions
boiling up from my balls as I fucked him.
	Soon, all too soon, I heard him start to moan loudly and his body
convulsed underneath me as he shot a huge load of hot white cop cum all
over the D.R. he had been writing.  I matched his movements and soon
started to release my pent up convict cum up his tight willing ass.  I
buried my long dick to the hilt in his ass and started shooting hot man
juice up his sweet ass as I ground my hips against his butt.
	When I was finished with one of the most exciting climaxes of my
life, I gently pulled out of his spent ass and stood behind him as he
straightened up and started to pull his pants up.  He looked at me and
smiled and then looked at the form on the desk that he had covered with his
passion.
	"Well, it doesn't look like I can turn that into the Captain."
	He grinned.  I grinned back.
	"Thanks," I said.
	He walked over to me adjusting his belt and kissed me softly on the
lips.
	"You are one hot fuck, Dagger."
	"Ditto," I replied.
	Then he swatted me on my naked ass and said, "Now get back to your
cell and don't let me see that kind of shit again, okay?  I don't want to
have to bust you.  But if you get me in a jam, I'm going to have to take
you down with me.  Got it?"
	"Yes, sir," I did a mock salute.
	He grinned again, "Smart ass."
	Then he winked at me.  "Get outta here."
	I turned to go.
	He added, "Dagger?"
	"Yes?"
	"Thanks, that was hot."
	"Yeah, it was, sir."
	I walked back to my cell whistling down the tier, my satisfied dick
snug in my state issue jockey shorts waiting for it's next release.
	Look out, my little fresh fish.  Daddy's comin' home!