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."
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...)