Juvie CH 5
Juvie CH 5
It had been a week now since the AC had gone out in the jail. Most of the boy's have now either gone home, or transferred to other facilities. There were only 12 of us left, with 3 trustees.
It had also been right at a month since my intake, so I was now 1/3 through my sentence. Today was visitation day. It was also the 4th of July ! AND----my birthday. Sweet 16, at last.
I had a couple of quick conversations with the Captain of inmate relations, and a couple of phone calls to my big bro, Matthew. He would definitely make it up for visitation.
Matthew arrives right at noon, the official start of visitation. You could stay until 6:00.
He comes in with quite the birthday surprise. CAKE ! Oh fuck ya ! Triple dutch chocolate, with buttercream frosting ! I didn't care how straight you may think you are, Matthew could make you fall in love with him in a matter of minutes :) But, that's another really long story :)
I once jacked off with a fist-full of buttercream, but not because it was kinky. I was trying to get this one girl to suck my dick, but she was hesitant. Understandingly so, it's a big dick ! She finally goes for it, and does a pretty good job. Good enough to make me blow, then fill her mouth with yet some more cream !
So anyways, Matthew hauls the cake into the mess hall, and everyone comes in to have some. We actually had ice-cream in the freezers, so it turned out to be a pretty cool birthday party. Naturally, of course, I got a bit of teasing from some of the guys being born on July 4th. My big bro even told them that when I was little, I used to think the whole country was celebrating my birthday, lol. I mean, it was after-all on TV !
After an hour or so it had mostly calmed down in the mess hall. Most of the boy's had now disappeared to other areas, mostly their cells to just lay out in their bunks. It was about all you could do really in the heat. It was now about 101 in the building.
I asked the captain if I could take Matthew back to 'the zone' and show him my pod. He kinda shrugs his shoulders, but then says ok. Matthew had also brought me a set of dumbells so I could at least work out some. I was loosing definition just lazing around the past month, and of course, that just wasn't acceptable.
We get to the cell and walk in. There are two others in, and I order them to scram. Matthew just kinda looks at me, and I walk over and slam the cell door closed. Turning around, I practically lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I was so happy to see him, but what happened next, surprised even me. Grabbing him on both sides of his face, I aim my tongue straight for his mouth. On impulse, he opens up, and I ram my tongue as far into him as I could. I almost never kiss boy's, but as the song says, 'the feeling came across me like a tidal-wave' :)
I shoved him backwards, all the way across the room, slamming him down on his back on my bunk. I immediately start clawing at his pants, and mumbling in his ear, “Fuck me Matthew—fuck my brains out ! Slam that big cowboy cock into me Matthew, and fill me up” !
Although surprised, Matthew wasted no time in stripping out, as I do the same. He's already half hard, and I'm at a full boner ! I grab his dick and instantly go down on him, giving him the best tongue action I could. It only took moments to get him to a full vein poppin 10 1/2” of rock hard cowboy cock.
I lean back onto my back, against the foot of the bunk, then pull my legs back, wrapping my feet back behind my neck. I then wrap my arms in and around my legs, grasping my feet with my hands. Now, it was pretty rare that I let any dude fuck my ass, and especially with me in the 'bitch' position. But, this was my big bro---I wanted it---I wanted it hard ! I wanted it deep !
I look up at him, right into his eyes, and softly mumble, “Do me”.
Matthew grins at me, and grabs my hairy ass with both hands, pushing me even further back. He takes a quick lick of my ripe greasy ass-hole, then grabbing his dick, aims---and slams. No lube, just a bit of spit, and I'm instantly filled with his massive meat. He instantly starts pile driving me into oblivion. Each thrust into my guts was full weight, slamming my head into the steel bars of the bunk. Matthew fucked me without mercy, slam after slam after slam ! It hurt. Everything hurt. My ass-hole hurt. My head hurt. My guts hurt, as he penetrated my upper hole, entering my intestines. It all hurt—it hurt bad ! And all I could say was, “HARDER”
For nearly 20 minutes my big bro ***** my guts. My entire upper torso was now beet red, and sweat was pouring from me like a water hose. My bushy pits were now dripping in sweat, running down my rib-cage. And the funk ?? Jeez, the two of us now stunk like a fucking farm ! And that put Matthew, finally, over the edge.
With a rebel yell Matthew pulls back, and with new found strength slams into me so hard that it pushed me further back into the foot of the bed with a loud pop. I though he had broken my back or something. But, it just 'popped' my spine. It felt good actually, as I detect the snap of each bone, quickly rising from my waist up to the back of my neck. And then---he unloads.
Shot after shot of Matthew's thick cowboy juice cums blasting into my guts like a fire-hose. Shot, after shot, after shot, and oh Christ ! I don't think my big bro had ever shot so hard, and so much. I managed to count—21 blasts of his rich thick creamy juice completely fill me. So much so that it begins leaking out of my hole before he's even done.
I am barely conscious at this point, almost blacking out. But, I can feel my own balls now, leaping up in their sac, so hard and rapid that even that hurt. But the end result was the most amazing of my life. Just like my big bro, my thighs begin to shake violently, and my abs tighten up to a massive display, and I blow. And just like him—I blow, and blow, and blow ! I count 18 shots of my own thick juvenile jizz, sailing through the air. Thick solid ropes—unbroken ! I came so hard that I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds.
Finally Matthew yanks his meat from my ass. He jumps up and straddles me, with his knees to each side of my rib-cage. His mostly still hard dick is right between my eyes, covered in his jizz, and the slimy contents of my ass. With a grin, he just looks at me. “I ain't suckin that---you filthy pig”.
“Looks like ur the one that's filthy lil bro ! Don't they let you shit in this place” ?
With a grin I push my big bro off me. I knew that he loved a dirty ass, but I wasn't sticking that thing into my mouth ! LOL. I reach around to my foot-locker and **** out a tee-shirt. Tossing it at him, I let him wipe his on self up, then he tosses the shirt back to me. By the time we both clean up our mess, it was time to burn the tee-shirt, lol. If it could have been measured, I was pretty sure between the two of us we had just blasted a pint of cum !
We get dressed without much talk. The warm feelings of brotherly love was all that was needed.
We exit the cell and I notice this skinny little runt leaning against the wall. Guess he was just waiting to get in, but I wasn't really sure who he was. Oddly, he was still in street clothes. I glace at him for a moment, causing him to blush, then pressing his lips together lets out a bit of snickering. I guessed he had been there the whole time. I stop, then turning towards him, reach out and grab him by the throat. Yanking him towards me, then slamming him into the wall. “You utter one word---and you will loose ur nuts ! You got me cadet”?
“YES SIR” ! He shouts. Matthew and I continue on, heading back for the mess hall. I just grin, looking over at him. Matthew grins back. “Your gonna tear that shit up, ain't ya lil bro”? I just grin some more.
We get back to the mess hall and begin cleaning up. There were a couple others still there, and they jump up to help out. We get done in about 30 minutes, then with one more 'decent' public hug, Matthew prepares to depart. He said he would see me in a couple of weeks.
I head back to the pod, and as I approach my cell, there's the skinny lil runt still leaning on the wall outside the cell. “Ummm—who the fuck are you kid”? I ask him.
“My name is Jeremy bro”.
“Ok first—I'm not ur bro. My name is Dillon---and that's Captain Dillon to you”.
“Oh yes sir ! I didn't know sir, I'm sorry sir------”
“Ya, ya shut the fuck up. What are you doing here ? —I mean, ur in street clothes”.
“Well sir, the captain up front just told me to come back here and wait for him. He said everyone was in the mess hall---birthday party or something”.
“Ya—that would be me as well”.
“Cool--4th of July huh”?
“Ya. So---you haven't even been booked in yet”?
“Ummm, I don't think so. Like I said, they just brought me in to that office, and the guy told me to come back here and wait”.
“Christ—he must have forgot---come on”.
I place my right arm across his shoulder---kinda big brother like, and usher him back to Captain Braxton's office. Staff had been stripped down to just four of them as well since the population had decreased so much. I give the door frame a hard rap, and he looks up over his reading glasses.
“Oh fuck—I see you found our missing cadet”. (OK so sometimes we refer each other as 'cadet's' because we were all in the RID program. That's jail short-hand for Regimented Inmate Discipline training program)
“Apparently so sir---I think he was just a bit confused”.
“Shit—I got all this fucking paperwork I'm behind on. This AC business is already running behind. I'm still waiting on three phone calls, and it's already 4:00”.
“I could do it sir”.
“HUH”?
“I said I could run him through intake—it's not like a monkey couldn't do it”.
“Dillon, are you saying my staff is a bunch of monkey's”?
“Oh no sir ! Not at all !”. snickering under my breath.
“Hmmm. Well, I can't think of any rules that would prohibit it. I'm sure it would be ok under normal circumstances—you know, educational opportunities in shit----”.
“Sir”
“What Dillon”?
“Ur rambling sir. Ur really fucking tired—you should go home and get some sleep. Officers Cain, and Willis are still here. We will all be fine sir”.
“Ya—ur probably right actually. Aight Dillon—get him booked in, and I guess take him to your pod. He's gonna need protection, for sure”.
“Yes Sir”, I shout, clacking my heels together, then forgetting I didn't even have boots on, just the flip-flops”.
“What's ur last name kid”?
“McKinney”
“That's McKinney, SIR”
“Oh yes sir, uhh sorry sir” !
I just grin at him as we approach the infirmary. It was already making my dick stir a bit, just being mean to this young cadet. It was really more of a fuck with them thing, rather than absolute rule to respond with 'sir'. We walk through the door and I order McKinney to strip. He hesitates at first, but strips down to his boxers. Cute. Ya—ya'll know what was running through my perverted mind already. Imagining those tite thin lips wrapped around my big swollen mushroom head. Just 13 ! he's GOT to still be cherry as well. Yup—this one is mine.
We go through the routine---height, weight, Christ—95 lbs, yup—this one will get ***** before lights out ! Bend over and cough---insert middle finger in ass-hole, lol, he didn't like that one too much. The 50 questions about health issues, and family history n shit. Finally the pics, noting any scars or tattoo's.
“Ok McKinney, time for the showers, then we will get you some clothes”.
We get to the shower and I grab the pail at the entrance. Reaching in for a hand-full of the white powder, I toss it over him. “Fuck man—what the shit is that”? “Lice” I respond annoyed.
“Aight—hit the water. Lots of suds”.
I give McKinney time to shower up as I step over to the door-way. Officer Cain was nearby, so I bum a smoke off him, and we stand there and chat a bit. After a few, McKinney appears at the doorway himself, re-clad in his boxers with a towel d****d over his shoulder. I wave him over to come with me, and we proceed back to intake.
We get a couple of whistles along the way, with one shouting out “fresh meat” ! Lol I just shout back, “Not today” LOL
I issue McKinney 6 prs of plain white boxers, extra small, lol, and an orange jumpsuit. Even though most of the boy's were walking around in just their boxers, and flip-flops, I wanted McKinney to stand out. I got a roll of white duct tape and pulled off about a yard. Writing on it 'Dillons property---touch it and die'. Then tearing it off into three parts, place it across the back of his jumpsuit.
“That should be protection enough for you”.
“Ya'll keep saying protection---from what”?
I just smile at him. “Goddamm dude—are you that fucking innocent”?
“Ya—I guess so”.
“What the fuck did you do, anyway—to end up here”?
“I stabbed a guy”.
“Well, I guess you got a little bit of guts”.
“So—what about the protection—what do they mean”?
“Damm. Dude—have you even looked in a mirror lately ? I mean, just really stood there and checked urself out”?
“Well, no, I guess not. Just fixin my hair is all”.
HAIR---fuck. I forgot to shave him.
I grab McKinney as we pass by an empty cell, and drag him into it. Most cells hand a wall mirror in them. “Look. Look dude---look at that shit. You are one of the finest pieces of chicken I have ever laid eyes on”.
“What's chicken mean”?
“Too young to fuck with—but still makes ur dick hard. Your ******* years old, practically a guarantee ur still cherry, and the boy's in pod C are probably already lined up inside the door waiting on ur arrival. Stroking their dicks, and just smiling.
“I'm still confused”.
“Christ. DUDE” ! I grab McKinney and slam him against the wall. “DUDE—ur gonna get ***** ! They'r gonna **** ur ass dude. They will line up on you, and one by one slam their dicks into ur ass and FUCK you like wild animals. They can practically SMELL you walking down the hallways. They're gonna beat you, they're gonna **** you, and fill ur ass with cum, then leave you laying on the floor, walking away from you laughing their asses off”.
McKinney started hyper-ventilating, and his face turned red. “But---but--can't you stop it”?
“Oh ya-- I can stop it. I can do it myself”.
“Ur all mine kid. Thirteen, and cherry ? Just can't pass that up”.
We finally get back to the pod and head for our cell. As suspected, there are four in there just kicked back on their bunks.
“Get up” ! I shout out. The boy's all jump up. “You see this shit” ? I spin McKinney around to where his back is to them, where they can see my 'sign' across his shoulders. “Touch it—and DIE ! Now, scram” !
The boy's all hustle out of the cell, with the last slamming the door shut. I point over to my bunk, and McKinney walks towards it. “Aight dude— shuck out of that jumpsuit. Time to teach you to be a jail punk”.
It had been a week now since the AC had gone out in the jail. Most of the boy's have now either gone home, or transferred to other facilities. There were only 12 of us left, with 3 trustees.
It had also been right at a month since my intake, so I was now 1/3 through my sentence. Today was visitation day. It was also the 4th of July ! AND----my birthday. Sweet 16, at last.
I had a couple of quick conversations with the Captain of inmate relations, and a couple of phone calls to my big bro, Matthew. He would definitely make it up for visitation.
Matthew arrives right at noon, the official start of visitation. You could stay until 6:00.
He comes in with quite the birthday surprise. CAKE ! Oh fuck ya ! Triple dutch chocolate, with buttercream frosting ! I didn't care how straight you may think you are, Matthew could make you fall in love with him in a matter of minutes :) But, that's another really long story :)
I once jacked off with a fist-full of buttercream, but not because it was kinky. I was trying to get this one girl to suck my dick, but she was hesitant. Understandingly so, it's a big dick ! She finally goes for it, and does a pretty good job. Good enough to make me blow, then fill her mouth with yet some more cream !
So anyways, Matthew hauls the cake into the mess hall, and everyone comes in to have some. We actually had ice-cream in the freezers, so it turned out to be a pretty cool birthday party. Naturally, of course, I got a bit of teasing from some of the guys being born on July 4th. My big bro even told them that when I was little, I used to think the whole country was celebrating my birthday, lol. I mean, it was after-all on TV !
After an hour or so it had mostly calmed down in the mess hall. Most of the boy's had now disappeared to other areas, mostly their cells to just lay out in their bunks. It was about all you could do really in the heat. It was now about 101 in the building.
I asked the captain if I could take Matthew back to 'the zone' and show him my pod. He kinda shrugs his shoulders, but then says ok. Matthew had also brought me a set of dumbells so I could at least work out some. I was loosing definition just lazing around the past month, and of course, that just wasn't acceptable.
We get to the cell and walk in. There are two others in, and I order them to scram. Matthew just kinda looks at me, and I walk over and slam the cell door closed. Turning around, I practically lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I was so happy to see him, but what happened next, surprised even me. Grabbing him on both sides of his face, I aim my tongue straight for his mouth. On impulse, he opens up, and I ram my tongue as far into him as I could. I almost never kiss boy's, but as the song says, 'the feeling came across me like a tidal-wave' :)
I shoved him backwards, all the way across the room, slamming him down on his back on my bunk. I immediately start clawing at his pants, and mumbling in his ear, “Fuck me Matthew—fuck my brains out ! Slam that big cowboy cock into me Matthew, and fill me up” !
Although surprised, Matthew wasted no time in stripping out, as I do the same. He's already half hard, and I'm at a full boner ! I grab his dick and instantly go down on him, giving him the best tongue action I could. It only took moments to get him to a full vein poppin 10 1/2” of rock hard cowboy cock.
I lean back onto my back, against the foot of the bunk, then pull my legs back, wrapping my feet back behind my neck. I then wrap my arms in and around my legs, grasping my feet with my hands. Now, it was pretty rare that I let any dude fuck my ass, and especially with me in the 'bitch' position. But, this was my big bro---I wanted it---I wanted it hard ! I wanted it deep !
I look up at him, right into his eyes, and softly mumble, “Do me”.
Matthew grins at me, and grabs my hairy ass with both hands, pushing me even further back. He takes a quick lick of my ripe greasy ass-hole, then grabbing his dick, aims---and slams. No lube, just a bit of spit, and I'm instantly filled with his massive meat. He instantly starts pile driving me into oblivion. Each thrust into my guts was full weight, slamming my head into the steel bars of the bunk. Matthew fucked me without mercy, slam after slam after slam ! It hurt. Everything hurt. My ass-hole hurt. My head hurt. My guts hurt, as he penetrated my upper hole, entering my intestines. It all hurt—it hurt bad ! And all I could say was, “HARDER”
For nearly 20 minutes my big bro ***** my guts. My entire upper torso was now beet red, and sweat was pouring from me like a water hose. My bushy pits were now dripping in sweat, running down my rib-cage. And the funk ?? Jeez, the two of us now stunk like a fucking farm ! And that put Matthew, finally, over the edge.
With a rebel yell Matthew pulls back, and with new found strength slams into me so hard that it pushed me further back into the foot of the bed with a loud pop. I though he had broken my back or something. But, it just 'popped' my spine. It felt good actually, as I detect the snap of each bone, quickly rising from my waist up to the back of my neck. And then---he unloads.
Shot after shot of Matthew's thick cowboy juice cums blasting into my guts like a fire-hose. Shot, after shot, after shot, and oh Christ ! I don't think my big bro had ever shot so hard, and so much. I managed to count—21 blasts of his rich thick creamy juice completely fill me. So much so that it begins leaking out of my hole before he's even done.
I am barely conscious at this point, almost blacking out. But, I can feel my own balls now, leaping up in their sac, so hard and rapid that even that hurt. But the end result was the most amazing of my life. Just like my big bro, my thighs begin to shake violently, and my abs tighten up to a massive display, and I blow. And just like him—I blow, and blow, and blow ! I count 18 shots of my own thick juvenile jizz, sailing through the air. Thick solid ropes—unbroken ! I came so hard that I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds.
Finally Matthew yanks his meat from my ass. He jumps up and straddles me, with his knees to each side of my rib-cage. His mostly still hard dick is right between my eyes, covered in his jizz, and the slimy contents of my ass. With a grin, he just looks at me. “I ain't suckin that---you filthy pig”.
“Looks like ur the one that's filthy lil bro ! Don't they let you shit in this place” ?
With a grin I push my big bro off me. I knew that he loved a dirty ass, but I wasn't sticking that thing into my mouth ! LOL. I reach around to my foot-locker and **** out a tee-shirt. Tossing it at him, I let him wipe his on self up, then he tosses the shirt back to me. By the time we both clean up our mess, it was time to burn the tee-shirt, lol. If it could have been measured, I was pretty sure between the two of us we had just blasted a pint of cum !
We get dressed without much talk. The warm feelings of brotherly love was all that was needed.
We exit the cell and I notice this skinny little runt leaning against the wall. Guess he was just waiting to get in, but I wasn't really sure who he was. Oddly, he was still in street clothes. I glace at him for a moment, causing him to blush, then pressing his lips together lets out a bit of snickering. I guessed he had been there the whole time. I stop, then turning towards him, reach out and grab him by the throat. Yanking him towards me, then slamming him into the wall. “You utter one word---and you will loose ur nuts ! You got me cadet”?
“YES SIR” ! He shouts. Matthew and I continue on, heading back for the mess hall. I just grin, looking over at him. Matthew grins back. “Your gonna tear that shit up, ain't ya lil bro”? I just grin some more.
We get back to the mess hall and begin cleaning up. There were a couple others still there, and they jump up to help out. We get done in about 30 minutes, then with one more 'decent' public hug, Matthew prepares to depart. He said he would see me in a couple of weeks.
I head back to the pod, and as I approach my cell, there's the skinny lil runt still leaning on the wall outside the cell. “Ummm—who the fuck are you kid”? I ask him.
“My name is Jeremy bro”.
“Ok first—I'm not ur bro. My name is Dillon---and that's Captain Dillon to you”.
“Oh yes sir ! I didn't know sir, I'm sorry sir------”
“Ya, ya shut the fuck up. What are you doing here ? —I mean, ur in street clothes”.
“Well sir, the captain up front just told me to come back here and wait for him. He said everyone was in the mess hall---birthday party or something”.
“Ya—that would be me as well”.
“Cool--4th of July huh”?
“Ya. So---you haven't even been booked in yet”?
“Ummm, I don't think so. Like I said, they just brought me in to that office, and the guy told me to come back here and wait”.
“Christ—he must have forgot---come on”.
I place my right arm across his shoulder---kinda big brother like, and usher him back to Captain Braxton's office. Staff had been stripped down to just four of them as well since the population had decreased so much. I give the door frame a hard rap, and he looks up over his reading glasses.
“Oh fuck—I see you found our missing cadet”. (OK so sometimes we refer each other as 'cadet's' because we were all in the RID program. That's jail short-hand for Regimented Inmate Discipline training program)
“Apparently so sir---I think he was just a bit confused”.
“Shit—I got all this fucking paperwork I'm behind on. This AC business is already running behind. I'm still waiting on three phone calls, and it's already 4:00”.
“I could do it sir”.
“HUH”?
“I said I could run him through intake—it's not like a monkey couldn't do it”.
“Dillon, are you saying my staff is a bunch of monkey's”?
“Oh no sir ! Not at all !”. snickering under my breath.
“Hmmm. Well, I can't think of any rules that would prohibit it. I'm sure it would be ok under normal circumstances—you know, educational opportunities in shit----”.
“Sir”
“What Dillon”?
“Ur rambling sir. Ur really fucking tired—you should go home and get some sleep. Officers Cain, and Willis are still here. We will all be fine sir”.
“Ya—ur probably right actually. Aight Dillon—get him booked in, and I guess take him to your pod. He's gonna need protection, for sure”.
“Yes Sir”, I shout, clacking my heels together, then forgetting I didn't even have boots on, just the flip-flops”.
“What's ur last name kid”?
“McKinney”
“That's McKinney, SIR”
“Oh yes sir, uhh sorry sir” !
I just grin at him as we approach the infirmary. It was already making my dick stir a bit, just being mean to this young cadet. It was really more of a fuck with them thing, rather than absolute rule to respond with 'sir'. We walk through the door and I order McKinney to strip. He hesitates at first, but strips down to his boxers. Cute. Ya—ya'll know what was running through my perverted mind already. Imagining those tite thin lips wrapped around my big swollen mushroom head. Just 13 ! he's GOT to still be cherry as well. Yup—this one is mine.
We go through the routine---height, weight, Christ—95 lbs, yup—this one will get ***** before lights out ! Bend over and cough---insert middle finger in ass-hole, lol, he didn't like that one too much. The 50 questions about health issues, and family history n shit. Finally the pics, noting any scars or tattoo's.
“Ok McKinney, time for the showers, then we will get you some clothes”.
We get to the shower and I grab the pail at the entrance. Reaching in for a hand-full of the white powder, I toss it over him. “Fuck man—what the shit is that”? “Lice” I respond annoyed.
“Aight—hit the water. Lots of suds”.
I give McKinney time to shower up as I step over to the door-way. Officer Cain was nearby, so I bum a smoke off him, and we stand there and chat a bit. After a few, McKinney appears at the doorway himself, re-clad in his boxers with a towel d****d over his shoulder. I wave him over to come with me, and we proceed back to intake.
We get a couple of whistles along the way, with one shouting out “fresh meat” ! Lol I just shout back, “Not today” LOL
I issue McKinney 6 prs of plain white boxers, extra small, lol, and an orange jumpsuit. Even though most of the boy's were walking around in just their boxers, and flip-flops, I wanted McKinney to stand out. I got a roll of white duct tape and pulled off about a yard. Writing on it 'Dillons property---touch it and die'. Then tearing it off into three parts, place it across the back of his jumpsuit.
“That should be protection enough for you”.
“Ya'll keep saying protection---from what”?
I just smile at him. “Goddamm dude—are you that fucking innocent”?
“Ya—I guess so”.
“What the fuck did you do, anyway—to end up here”?
“I stabbed a guy”.
“Well, I guess you got a little bit of guts”.
“So—what about the protection—what do they mean”?
“Damm. Dude—have you even looked in a mirror lately ? I mean, just really stood there and checked urself out”?
“Well, no, I guess not. Just fixin my hair is all”.
HAIR---fuck. I forgot to shave him.
I grab McKinney as we pass by an empty cell, and drag him into it. Most cells hand a wall mirror in them. “Look. Look dude---look at that shit. You are one of the finest pieces of chicken I have ever laid eyes on”.
“What's chicken mean”?
“Too young to fuck with—but still makes ur dick hard. Your ******* years old, practically a guarantee ur still cherry, and the boy's in pod C are probably already lined up inside the door waiting on ur arrival. Stroking their dicks, and just smiling.
“I'm still confused”.
“Christ. DUDE” ! I grab McKinney and slam him against the wall. “DUDE—ur gonna get ***** ! They'r gonna **** ur ass dude. They will line up on you, and one by one slam their dicks into ur ass and FUCK you like wild animals. They can practically SMELL you walking down the hallways. They're gonna beat you, they're gonna **** you, and fill ur ass with cum, then leave you laying on the floor, walking away from you laughing their asses off”.
McKinney started hyper-ventilating, and his face turned red. “But---but--can't you stop it”?
“Oh ya-- I can stop it. I can do it myself”.
“Ur all mine kid. Thirteen, and cherry ? Just can't pass that up”.
We finally get back to the pod and head for our cell. As suspected, there are four in there just kicked back on their bunks.
“Get up” ! I shout out. The boy's all jump up. “You see this shit” ? I spin McKinney around to where his back is to them, where they can see my 'sign' across his shoulders. “Touch it—and DIE ! Now, scram” !
The boy's all hustle out of the cell, with the last slamming the door shut. I point over to my bunk, and McKinney walks towards it. “Aight dude— shuck out of that jumpsuit. Time to teach you to be a jail punk”.
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