Penal
                                   by
                                 Travis
 
    Yeah, okay.  So there were good memories from that summer three years
ago.  What can I say?  Things haven't gone exactly according to plan.
Certainly not my parents plan.  Nor mine either.  Who woulda figured that
the security people would be patrolling a parking lot of a damned bowling
alley?  I guess it was the closed circuit cameras on the roof of the
building that really did me in.  I didn't notice them.  Who would of? 
Anyway, they busted me.  Hauled me in and started questioning me. Wanting
to know my name and all that type of stuff.  That, I figured was pretty
routine, but then they started asking about the rest of the gang members. 
Hey, I wasn't no goodie-two-shoes, but I wasn't a gang member.  But would
they believe some punk caught breaking in to cars in the parking lot? 
Yeah.  Fat chance.

    So they called my parents.  Dad was actually in the bowling alley.  And
then they called my mother at the house too.  Great, just what the hell, I
needed.  Well my parents thought that maybe putting a good scare in me was
just what was called for.  So they said I was out of control and for the
cops to keep me for the two days before I was to go up in front of the
judge.  See what life behind bars was like. They were sure after spending
overnight there I wouldn't want anymore.  Well they were right about that.
I wanted out.  And I wanted out NOW!  And I wanted out BAD!

    I even have to go in front of the judge with cuffs on.  That makes a
hell of an impression.  So as I shuffle into the court I look around for my
parents.  I knew they would bail me out.  Tell the judge that I'm not a
really a bad kid, just screwed up a little.  No parents.  I look around and
they weren't there.  Well this wasn't part of the plan. And I'm gettin'
REAL worried.  They call my case.  I get up and the judge wants to know
where my parents are.  I assure him that something musta happened.  The
lawyers agree to postpone my case till the end of the "docket".  Whatever
that is.  But all I know is it buys me some more time till my parents can
make it in.

    They don't.  Make it, that is.  Yeah, a real pisser, huh?  After they
work through all the other cases they recall me up front.  Here I am and
the guy starts reading the charges.  I'm charged with breaking into nine
vehicles.  Well, actually I'm charged in only four of those, the other
owners didn't want to press charges, but the prosecutor wants the judge to
know that it was nine cars and trucks that I had really broken into. 
Great.  Don't want to miss any there, do ya buddy?  Then they pull my
school records.  So, okay.  I played hookie more than a few times that
year.  Alright, I missed alot of days.  But hey, what kid doesn't try to
beat the system?  And were my parents there to stand up for me?  You got
it.  They ain't to be seen.  So the judge, this old fart asks me if I have
anything I want to say.  I "Sir" him alot and tell him that it was just a
one time type of thing.

    Don't ya know that he's what they refer to nowadays as a "law and
order" judge.  He recites all the shuff that I pulled in school.  (Actually
OUT of school) and starts giving me this line of shit about how kids have
no respect for authority or other peoples possessions.  He keeps goin' on
and on and then tells me that he's sending me to the JPF for a period of 6
months.  That while I was there I could get my life straightened out and
become a productive citizen.

    JPF- Juvenile Penal Facility.  What a welcome I had there.  And it's
only like 20 miles from my parents home.  So that afternoon they take me
and three other guys, load us up in a van and haul us out there.

    The van pulls up and this doesn't look like no Juvenile facility to me.
This looks like a damned prison.  First thing that happened after we were
off-loaded from the van was we had to go through about three different
check-ins.  What's so screwed up is they ask you the same shuff every time.
I made the mistake, being the first one in line, when the second guy
started asking me the same stuff the first guy did, I told him that I had
already told the other guy that information.  Wrong answer.  Shit!  This
guy jumped in my face and ate me for supper.  Now I know I sound like it
didn't bother me all that much, but to tell ya the truth, he scared the
ever-living shit out of me.  In not such a gentle fashion he recommended
that I should learn to tow the line.  Be respectful and to answer the
questions with zero back-talk.  I was amenable to that.  I'd do just about
anything if he'd find somebody else to rag on for awhile.  But he seemed
more than satisfied to fuck with me.  And I couldn't do anything right.  I
tried to answer him, and somehow the words wouldn't come out right, or I
was too slow in responding, or I forgot to say "Sir".  Anyway he ended up
telling me in a real calm almost whisper of a voice that I was his "special
project".  Somehow I had a feeling that this was an honor I just as soon
not be the recipient of.

    "Get the fuck up!!!"  Sgt. Bowdoin yelled.  The lights were bright as
shit and it seemed like after signing all the paperwork and being assigned
an indoctrination cell that I had just rolled over and let my eyes close.
But obviously this was going to be a very short night for me.  Well here he
was, with his favorite little "special project" half stumbling around
figuring out where the hell I was.  "Got to get your worthless ass
processed into this place, then you're all mine." ,he snarled in my
direction.

    "Ya got to get deloused, have the doc take a look at ya, then get
issued your uniform.  Why the fuck ain't your bed made yet, puke?  Are you
intentionally trying to piss me off?"

    Bowdoin was not going to let up on me.  So I just shut up and tried the
best I could to do what he wanted when he wanted.  Of course I couldn't
satisfy him, but at least I wasn't going to piss him off by opening my
mouth and just digging a deeper hole for myself.

    "Get into the shower.  Hold your breath when I tell ya and walk
straight through. Don't breath in this shuff though, it'll fuck up  your
lungs."  I took the good sargent at his word and walked naked through the
series of shower heads that sprayed out this really nasty smelling shuff.
It was supposed to kill any little critters that had taken up residence on
my body.  I didn't inhale but even when I was through the shower and took
my first breath the taste of it made me want to puke.  Bowdoin wanted
nothing more than to see me toss my cookies.

    "Now it's time to visit the doc.  You listen real close to what the
good doctor says and don't give him any problem.  If ya do, I'll make you
sorry. Real sorry."

    So here I am.  Sgt. Bowdoin by my side and me plodding along down the
hallway to the infirmary.  The sarg opens the door and tells me to get in
there and assume the position.

    I go to what I think is parade rest, like what they wanted me to do
during the intake the night before.  In comes the doc and the sargent
starts barking all kinds of shit at me, telling me to bend over and to
spread my cheeks so the doc can check for contraband. I ain't got nothing
but shit up that pipe, but the sarg and the doc ain't gonna take my word
for it.  The doc smears something on my ass and pretty soon I feel a finger
up my ass.  Then it's out and I hear him snap the rubber glove off his
hand.  On goes a fresh one, and he's peering into my eyes, my mouth and
then starts playing with my balls, having me cough and all that.  Well, the
doc gives me a clean bill of health and lets ol' Bowdoin know that he's
through with me.  But Sgt. Bowdoin isn't satisfied.  "Hey doc.  This here's
a real shifty character, I know you got sick call, but ya mind if I have a
closer look to make sure he ain't concealing anything?"  The doc just
smiled and told him to feel free then left through the door on the other
side of the room.

    "Get down and assume the position you maggot."  And I did.  I leaned
way over and grabbed my cheeks.  With great relish Sgt. Bowdoin walked
around so I could see him as he pulled on a glove over his massive hand. "I
think you got something up there and I'm gonna find it."  With that Bowdoin
smeared some more of that jelly onto my butt hole and stuck his finger
slowly up me.  I was mad as hell.  He knew I didn't have anything up there,
he just wanted to play one more games with me.  Well, I wasn't going to let
him get to me this easy.  I just stood there. Pretty soon I felt the finger
work back and forth.  Real slow, but it didn't hurt, cause whatever that
jelly was it made his finger slide real easy.  Then pretty soon it did
start to hurt a bit.  I figured out why.  He didn't just have one finger up
my butt anymore.  He had two of his beefy fingers sawing back 'n forth.
There was something in there that he kept rubbing.  And, hey I don't know
how to put this, and I don't want you to think nothing weird, but it didn't
feel all that bad.  It kinda worked between my butt and my balls.  And
pretty soon I noticed that my dick started getting hard.  Shit, I couldn't
have the sarg see this.  He's never let me live it down.  And I didn't want
to be labeled as one of them guys that enjoys having shit stuffed up his
butt.  Cause I sure wasn't one of them.  So I squirmed a bit and the
sargent musta been getting tired of the game.  He stopped and pulled out of
my butt.  "Stand at attention, you slimy puke."  And I did.  The problem
was that as soon as he snapped the glove off he came around front and saw
what remained of my boner.  He just kinda grinned at me and backhanded my
cock.  It sprung up even stiffer.  "You and Animal will get along just
fine."  I hadn't met Animal, and I had a strong suspicion that I would
prefer not to cross paths with Animal.  "But he likes his boys smooth, and
you got way too much hair on that head and body.  You gonna have to lose
some of that, maggot."  I started to protest, but one slap across the face
and the words he hissed through clenched teeth caused me to think better of
it, and I shut up. "Animal, got you a new cell-mate." Bowdoin yelled down
the hall as we left the doc's office.  As soon as Bowdoin yelled the name,
I saw this guy that was built like a fire plug turn in our direction.  He
had almost a body-builders build.  If ya know what I mean.  He's only 5'8" 
But he was real stocky and there wasn't any fat on him. He'd obviously
spent some serious time in the gym.  Animal strode down the hallway and
stopped right in front of me.  He just kinda smiled and I noticed his gaze
looking me over very closely.  "Hi, my name's Ted.  But I'm the HMC here. 
Don't forget it.  I'll see you in the cell tonight.  Make sure you have all
your gear with you."  With that Ted left and went back to the far end of
the hall.

    "Sir, what is HMC?"  I asked puzzled.

    "That's Head Motherfucker in Charge. He's the head animal here that
keeps all the rest of you slime-holes in line.  You'll be rooming with him
since his last mate just finished his time.  And you fit his requirements.
He makes us guards job easier, so we let him have a few extra bennies that
normal population doesn't get."

    "Get in the chair." Sgt. Bowdoin ordered. And down I sat.  It was just
an old nondescript barbers chair. Then another guard came in from a little
area and looked at Sgt. Bowdoin and me.  "This here's a special project.
Give him a real good cut now, there Officer Timmons."

    I knew that was some kind of tip-off for the guy, but I wasn't in any
position to bring up my concerns. So I sat there.  Officer Timmons threw a
cape over my shoulders and fastened it in the back.  Then picked up an old
set of clippers.  "How'd ya like it cut, son?"

    "Well, Sir, ah... just off the ears and shorten it a bit on top.  I
know it's kinda long now, but I like it that way.  But I know I have to
wear it shorter here."  I really didn't know what to say.  I mean this is
the first time that I was asked for my opinion.

    Without any fanfare Timmons started up the clippers and placed them
dead center of my forehead.  I one fluid motion the went right down the
center.  I could watch every move he made in the mirror that was
conveniently hung on the far wall.  I had a strip right down the center of
my head. Then Timmons broke out in a big ass grin and chuckled to himself
mostly but Sgt. Bowdoin knew the punch line too.  They both started
chuckling to themselves.

    Well, okay.  I remember a few years earlier when I did the same type of
trick to the guy that lived next door to my parents at camp.  Back in my
gung-ho days. He's wanted a real short cut and I hacked a big chunk out
down the middle so he couldn't back out.  Now I guess I was getting the
same treatment. But just about the time I was thinking that, ol' Timmons
turned off the clippers and whipped the cape from around me.  "Get out of
the chair boy. You're all done."

    Now I couldn't go walking around like this.  I looked like an ass hole.
So I started to say something, but one glare from my sargent told me to
clam up but quick.

    "Gather your gear. Time for you to move to general population." And
with that Sgt. Bowdoin ordered me out and back to the indoc area for me to
grab what few things I could call my own and off I went following him
dutifully.

    The door to the cell was open and I stepped in surveying the place.  It
was actually fixed up okay.  It wasn't very big, and on the right hand wall
was attached the two bunks.  The top one was stripped clean and obviously
mine.  On the opposite wall was a shelf that was loaded with books and some
items.  I scanned the books and figured that Animal was at least fairly
well read.  I could barely pronounce the name of some of the titles.  I was
curious why the guards would allow him to have something that looked very
much like a billy club.  It was stubbier but was smooth and painted a
shinney black.

    It was a while before Ted the "Animal" came in.  I had a chance to get
the bed made up and have a couple more looks around the place.  He had the
walls filled with pictures of body builders.  He obviously was more serious
about his weight lifting than I imagined.

    Animal took one look at me and started laughing.  "You musta real
pissed old Bowdoin off to rate one of his special haircuts." Ted commented.
"I'll get him off your case, but you had best do exactly what I tell ya to.
You really don't want him and your cell mate both pissed at ya.  That can
be real dangerous."  Just the way he said it, and from what I'd seen so far
I knew that was probably very true.  Well Animal seemed like a reasonable
guy so I figured that we would be able to work something out and get along
just fine. "I'm gonna go get some gear and be back in a couple."  With that
Ted turned on his heels and headed back out the door.  He wasn't gone long
and came back with the same clippers that Timmons had done the number on me
with.

    "Take off the shirt and spread some papers on the floor so the hair
doesn't get everywhere."  And I did as he said.  As I was putting the
papers on the floor I could feel an unrelenting gaze.  I knew it was Ted
taking a look at me.  When I was all set and turned around I noticed his
smile.  It was one of those 'everything will be alright' type looks, but
there was another layer to it too.  And I couldn't quite put my finger on
that part of it.  "Now get down on your knees so I can work on your head.
We ain't allowed no chairs in here and you'd best not get caught setting on
the bed when you're not supposed to be.  Don't worry, this shit'll grow
back in.  If I let it."  Then he kinda chuckled to himself.  Well, Ted
started up the clippers and slowly worked them over my hair.  He picked up
right were Timmons had left off.  Except to stop me from shifting around
too much Ted had basically put his body tight against my back.  He worked
the clippers with skill.  They didn't vibrate too much.  But he didn't seem
to be rushing things either.  "Tip your head forward." Ted ordered.  I did
and felt the clippers clean up the back of my head.  Slowly he ran his hand
all over my now-barren scalp.  I bet the Marines didn't cut it this close
in boot camp.

    "There, at least it's even.  Take a look at yourself and tell me what
you think."  Ted said as he motioned towards the mirror that hung over the
sink.  I got up and looked at myself.  Animal was right over my shoulder
staring into the mirror right beside me.  His smile told me he liked it,
and then he voiced exactly how much he did.

    "Now, drop your pants and drawers."  He said, this time with more
authority to his voice.  I wasn't gonna play any games with him and just
turned and stared my toughest stare right at him.  "Drop 'em now." he
repeated.  He didn't yell, but he didn't even flinch at my icey stare.

    "What the fuck for?" I asked. "I got the hair evened out, and thanks.
But I'm not gonna do anything but spend my time here and get the hell out."

    "Cause you're in here with me.  That'll give you some privileges, but
you gotta pay the price for those.  And you're about to start.  Now do it,
or I'll do it for ya." His voice raised a bit, but I knew he meant it.  I
also was aware that he more than likely would have no difficulty in doing
whatever he said.  I had never worked out and though he was shorter than me
he probably out weighed me by twenty pounds of solid muscle.

    "First I'm gonna clip the hair off your chest then we're gonna razor
you down so you're real smooth.  So get that shit off now and lets get to
it."  Ted said with a building excitement to his voice.  The pants I pushed
down then stepped out of them working them off with my feet.  I stood there
waiting for him.  "The shorts too." he said.  I hesitated again, but
reached and pulled them down then kicked them over by the pants with my
foot.

    "Nice, real nice.  You're gonna have to get some meat on you, but after
you work out with me for a while, you get there.  Now turn and face me.

    I wasn't sure just what to expect.  But he started down at my legs.
What the hell was this?  Was I going to loose my leg hair and my chest
hair?  Yeah.  That and alot more, I was to find out.  He worked quickly up
the one leg then the other.  There I was staring at the top of his head
while he was down on the floor clipping away.  He got through with the
front part of my legs and started immediately with the crotch. He was a pro
at this.  I could tell. He worked the clippers around the bush and then
deftly took my cock in his hand and pulled it out and stretched the ball
sac.  The clippers were removing every hair I had down there to nothing but
stubble.  He finished the crotch in short order and then started in on my
chest.  I was fairly hairy on my chest for someone of my age, but that was
only a memory in just under five minutes of his work. "Turn around, I've
got to get the back side now."  Animal ordered.  Obediently I turned and he
started on my backside.  He was quick with that side too.  Ted first worked
up my legs then started on the patch directly above my ass, he proceeded on
to the rest of my back.  "Now, bend over and spread the cheeks, I want that
ass smooth."  I started to protest, but a quick whack on the ass with his
hand changed that real soon.  I didn't know really what I was doing, but he
was actually pretty gentle with me, and to get the hair clipped was a small
price to pay to get Bowdoin off my ass and Ted on my side.  He soon
finished running the clipper over my body.  That was the end of that.

    "Now, grab your shaving gear and get the stubble off."  Animal spoke
quietly.

    "What are you talking about?" I looked at him half pleading, half
curious.  "You want me to shave myself too?"

    "You got it, partner.  That's JUST what I want you to do.  And you'll
do just what I want.  Get that through your head right now." Again, the
evenness of his voice had me mesmerized.  Here was a guy that knew what he
wanted, planned on getting it, and had the power to pull of whatever the
hell he wanted to.

    "I've never done it before. I...I don't even know how to start." I
stammered.

    "I'll talk ya through it.  And when you're done I'll check you over and
let ya know any spots you might have missed.  It's easy.  Just wet yourself
down a bit and work one spot at a time.  Start with your chest. It's easy
for you to see what you're doing and you'll start getting the feel."  He
sounded more like a coach that an animal. I did just what he told me to.  I
wetted down my chest then lathered it up.  The razor slid pretty easily
across my chest, since the majority of the hair had already fallen.  I had
to work most areas a couple of times, running the razor in a couple
different directions.  After a couple passes the patch was clear and time
to move on to the next section, which was wetted, lathered and scraped
clean.  I didn't realize how long this was taking, I was so caught up in
what I was doing.  Finishing the chest I continued on down to the crotch.
Ted talked me through that area.  Pulling the sac tight so the razor
wouldn't draw blood and the flesh would end up completely void of hair.
Then slowly working over the length of the shaft on my semihard cock making
sure not a hair was left in place.  Some guards walked by, I had never seen
these two before.  They stopped in front of the cell and took in what I was
doing.  One went to yell at me but the other just quietly called to Animal,
who stepped out to them; mumbled something and soon they were on their way.

    Ted finished off my backside.  Working first the back area then moving
lastly to my ass.  He talked softly to me the whole time he was lathering
and shaving my cheeks and ass hole area.  Gently he was encouraging me,
telling me that I was his and that we would explore each other. Time would
cease to exist outside him and me. I was tired; I listened, and absorbed
what he was saying to me.  He finished with the razor and then took a
washcloth and ran in under warm water then carefully went over my body.
Wetting it down, rinsing off the soap and running his free hand over my
body to make sure there were no stray hairs remaining.  When he would find
an errant hair he would take the razor and gently run it over the spot to
his satisfaction, then rinse me off yet again. When he got to my front side
the washcloth was replaced with cupped hands of water straight from the
tap.  As he ran his hands over my chest he stopped and gently massaged my
nipples. I never realized how sensitive they were. I don't know if it was
because of the lack of hair there or if they were always sensitive.  They
were just something I'd never paid any attention to.  Ted was standing
within inches of me playing with my tits and talking ever so softly. We
were both standing in a small puddle of water from the shave and the
rinsing.  It was then that I noticed I started getting an honest to god
hard-on.  I didn't know what to do.  I couldn't back away.  Well, I could
have, but for some reason I didn't want to.  About that time Ted looked
down and saw my rising interest.  He just smiled and took it slowly in his
hand.  Running his fingers ever so lightly over my cock and balls.  I half
squirmed, not because I didn't like it, but it was very foreign to me and
the feel of man flesh touching man flesh with no hair to run interference
was a completely new feeling.

    "Have you ever been fucked before?" Ted prompted. I looked,
uncomprehending into his eyes.

    "Sure, I've fucked before.  I ain't no virgin."  I shot back. But
something in the back of my head told me that isn't what he was asking.  "I
ain't no virgin, I've been fucking since I was 16."

    "Have YOU ever been fucked before?" he said again.  You are mine.
Nobody else will touch you.  You are my private property for your stay
here.  There are a couple rules you have to get set in your head though.
First every morning before you head out to breakfast you run the razor over
your whole body. I don't want any hair showing through that beautiful
smooth skin of yours.  Do you understand?"

    "Yeah, but..." I stuttered.

    "Second is you'll call me Sir.  Always unless we are alone and I give
you permission to call me Ted.  Don't EVER call me "Animal" that's what the
dicks call me.  That ain't my name and I don't want to ever hear that come
out of your mouth.  Understand?"  He waited for me to answer.

    "Yes... sir."  I said.  Slowly comprehending what I was getting into. I
probably should have been more nervous, but for some reason I wasn't. I
know this is gonna sound strange, but I was very much at peace with what
was happening to me.  And by now I think it finally sunk in just what I was
getting into.  And I wasn't even scared.

    "Now the last rule is really very easy. You will be ready for me to
take you whenever I want you.  And I have to warn you I'm a horny son of a
bitch."  Ted stared right at me.  He didn't flinch.  Neither did I.

    "Yes, Sir."  I said very even toned. "I've never...ah, I've never done
this stuff before.  I'm not sure what to do."

    "I'll teach ya all you need to know. Don't worry about that.  I'm
really not as mean as what the dicks think and the other inmates.  I have
to act like I can't be whipped. And," he said chuckling, "I can't be.
That's why I work out all the time." "Now your ass is going to be real
tight at first, but if you remember to relax it won't hurt too bad the
first couple of times. After that you'll get into it.  I promise."

    With that, he spit on his finger and placed it at the opening to my ass
hole.  He wet his finger down again and moved his hand back to my hole
again.  This time he started inserting it in my butt. I had only felt
something up my butt when the doc and Sgt. Bowdoin did their thing back at
the infirmary.  Ted was much more gentle and took his time. As he felt my
ass muscles contract he would pause and urge me to relax. Soon he was
moving his finger back and forth and moving it around inside my ass.  Ted
started nibbling at my ear while continuing to work on my ass.  I had no
idea that this is what man to man sex was all about.  I was going crazy. My
ears have always been very sensitive and between his fingers up my butt and
his tongue and teeth working on my ear I was in heaven.

    "Well, well." Sgt. Bowdoin said.  "Looks like you got yourself a
natural there, Animal."  He was standing in our doorway.

    "Yeah, Sargent.  I think things will work out just fine."  Ted said as
he withdrew his fingers and turned to face the door.  "I'll have him all
broke in for ya, but it'll take some time."

    With that Bowdoin moved on.  I looked at Ted.  Wondering what they had
planned for me. And not liking the prospects.

    "He likes to work over the guys he puts in my cell." Ted said to me,
knowing I was looking for an explanation to Bowdoins' comment.  "But you're
mine.  You do what I say and he won't ever have a chance to touch you.  You
understand?  You're mine. Nobody elses."

    Bowdoin reappeared at the doorway.  "Got some visitors there, boy."
Laughing he went on, "better not let them see you that way, throw on some
clothes and lets get your little ass over to the visitors area.

    I scurried to grab my clothes that were fortunately still dry as the
puddle on the floor was just shy of soaking them.  I fell in line behind
the sargent and trailed him over to the visitor area.

    "Son, we're so sorry."  Mom started to explain.  "We had a breakdown. I
knew we should have taken my car, but your father was insistent on taking
his.  You know what kind of problems he's had with that thing.  But, I'm
sorry, here I am rambling and here you are in here.  What's going to happen
to you?"

    "Well, like you know I have to spend 6 months here.  Since this isn't
really a jail, there isn't any early probation."

    "How could this happen?  You shouldn't be in here!"  Mom was getting
hysterical.  I looked at dad.  He looked very tired and drawn.  This was
obviously taking a toll on him.  He looked at me and with very sad eyes
quietly said "I'm sorry, son.  I'm.. we're so sorry."

    "I know dad.  It wasn't nothing that you guys did.  They would have
sent me here anyway.  You not being there didn't change how things turned
out."  I lied.  I felt abandoned when they hadn't been there.  I thought it
was because they thought they'd teach me a lesson.  I should have known
dad's old rattletrap of a car would find the worse time in the world to
break down.  I wasn't really dealing with mom crying and dad looking so
bad. So I decided to take a gamble.  "Listen, I'm only here for six months,
I can do that on my head.  Don't sweat it.  It'll be better I think if you
guys don't try to make it out here until my release date."

    "No. We're not that far away. We'll come every weekend to see how
you're doing." Dad came back with.

    "Really, dad.  It would be better if you guys just wrote and didn't
come down.  I know it's not far, but Saturday is exercise day. I really
want to get serious about working out more. And if you guys show up, then I
lose practically the whole day.  I love you guys, and I know you do me. So,
please, just write me.  Alot."  I said with a hint of humor, so they
wouldn't feel real bad about the whole thing.  Dad half smiled and motioned
to mom and he was willing to go along with my plan.  Mom, still crying,
just kinda shook and gave up.  With that I stood up and my parents took it
to mean the meeting was over.  I turned and didn't look back as I was
ushered back towards my cell.

    I got back just in time to go to the chow hall for the evening meal.
Ted was with me and kept me very close to himself.  This was the first time
that I had been in any group with Ted, and he was making a point that all
that saw us understood what the situation was.  I was off-limits. I was
his.  The meal was spectacularly unappetizing.  But it was food and did
fill my stomach.  After ditching the food tray through the window where it
would be scrapped clean and put through the dishwasher, Ted and I headed
back to our cell.

    "We have an hour free time before lights out." Ted said.  "I want you
to suck my dick."  And with that he placed his hands on my shoulders and
directed me towards his cock.  It was half hard by the time my mouth
started tracing the outline of his dick through the uniform material.  It
came very naturally to me.  Was I meant to be a cocksucker? I didn't know,
and I really didn't let the thought stay around long enough to worry about
it.  "Yeah, that's the way.  Work that mouth, boy.  Work my cock good,
boy."  And with that I, with great relish might I add, did just that.  I
reached up to unfasten his pants and to pull down the zipper.  As I did,
the smell of his cock just took me over the edge.  I wanted to ravage his
dick.  I wanted to swallow all that his dick had saved up for me.  Ted
worked his jockey shorts down and his cock sprang to full stiffness before
my eyes.  I took it eagerly in my mouth. It was good size, but I didn't
have any problem fitting it in my mouth.  I moved my head back and forth
over practically the full length.  Ted pulled me back off and smiled at me.

    "You're really getting into this aren't you?" He asked.

    I just grinned.  He and I both knew the answer to that one. I went to
go back down and work it some more, but he stopped me.

    "If you're gonna do it, listen to what I tell ya.  You have to learn to
do it right." And with that Ted started giving me pointers on the proper
way of sucking his dick.  I tried very hard to follow what he said.  I
gagged a couple of times when his cock went too far down my throat.  I came
off quickly and there was a lot of spit. But I just caught my breath and
went back down.  I flicked my tongue when he told me to and very lightly
bit the length of his shaft just as he instructed.  But before he came he
told me to back off.  I did.

    "You ready to get fucked?" Ted asked.  He didn't have to.  I had a
boner that was threatening to tear the front of my uniform out.  "Strip,
and lay down on my cot."

    As I slipped out of my clothes I was really surprising myself.  I had
never thought of doing any of this before.  But I knew I wanted just what
he was doing.  I wanted to be his possession.  I wanted him to take me,
hold me, and fuck me.  He was gentle with me too.  Just as I knew he would
be.  He had me lay on my side, semi-curled up.  Ted nestled in tight behind
me and reached around and started jacking me off.  Then positioning himself
just right, he also started working on my ear again with his mouth.  He
must have noticed the kind of reaction he got when he did that earlier.
Soon, I was lost in a whole bunch of feelings that I just can't put into
words.  After a couple more minutes of that Ted pulled his hand back and
spit several times on his fingers which he quickly placed on my ass hole.
"Now just relax, and talk to me. Tell me if it hurts too bad.  I don't want
to hurt you, baby."  He whispered. It was then that I felt his hot flesh at
the opening of my ass.  I just breathed and centered myself, concentrating
on relaxing the muscles down there as I felt them trying to tense up at the
impending intrusion. Ted continued to push.  Soon I felt his cock enter
into me.  There was a bit of pain, and I twitched. As soon as I did he just
froze his position and reminded me to relax.  When he felt me loosen up he
would inch his dick in a bit further.  It took a while.  I would tighten
up, he'd stop, I'd relax, he'd move in a bit more.  Till finally I felt his
pubic hairs brushing my naked ass.  I half giggled. It felt okay.  It
didn't hurt as bad as what I thought it was going to and the idea of me
sharing something so intimate with another guy just caused me to give off a
nervous giggle.  Ted laughed a bit too.  His was a friendly laugh. He knew
what I was going through.  He understood.  He started withdrawing a bit
then slowly worked his dick back in.  As he felt me relax more he started
picking up the pace a little.  What really surprised me was the feeling I
was getting.  I thought that a guys cock had to get rubbed to get it hard.
But there was something inside me that as he worked back and forth made me
get stiffer than I'd ever been before. I reached for my cock and Ted
knocked my hand away.  "That's mine.  You don't touch it, unless I tell ya
you can.

    "Yessir.."  my words almost slurring together.

    "You'll come when I tell you to. Understand?"  I did. I didn't know if
I could do it, but I wanted nothing more than to please him.

    The speed he was driving his dick into me picked up, and his breath
started to get real ragged.  Pretty soon he was half shaking as he was
pummeling my virgin butt.  I felt him almost hold his breath and almost go
motionless at the same time I felt his cock start throbbing.  I knew his
juices were about to find there way into me.

    "Come!"  he commanded.  And without ever touching my dick, I did. I
practically shook as what seemed like buckets of cum came shooting out of
me.  As the load started cooling on the blanket, I felt him just relax and
drape an arm over me.  His cock still up my ass.  I didn't want this to
end.  Ted ran his hand slowly over my chest.  What a feeling not having any
hair there to prevent the flesh to flesh connection we were now sharing. He
continued lightly caressing me. Soon he moved his hand up to the stubble on
the top of my head.  It felt terrific, having short bristles being rubbed
back and forth. My eyes were partially closed and I felt my eyes roll up in
my head as he continued stroking my head.  "Yeah... That's my boy."

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    And I was thrilled that what he was saying was true. (this piece of
fiction is dedicated to the one responsible to turning me on to shaving and
short haircuts.  He knows who he is.) If you would care to correspond with
the author, please write or send your pictures to:  Travis Porter 17
Washington St. #308 Malden, MA 02148

Hot pix of tight haircuts would inspire me to continue to write more.
(hint, hint...)