Cement and Steel Part 3

Darren knew the teen would be embarrassed about stripping for his shower. Darren was enjoying the game very much.

“You take yours first, Adams, I got some stuff to wash out in the sink.” Darren said in a normal voice.

Kevin looked at the shower. It was about 4 feet wide and 3 feet deep. I thick green piece of plastic served as a shower curtain. Kevin grabbed his towel, and walked in the shower with his uniform pants still on.

Darren grinned at the teen’s display of modesty. He filled up the sink next to the shower with water and watched as from the other side of the shower curtain, Kevin, hung his pants and boxers over the rod. Darren waited until the shower had been running several minutes, then he opened up the curtain!

Kevin’s face blushed deep red. Darren stood there, holding a bottle of shampoo. “Here, Adams, you can use my shampoo,” Darren offered.

Darren’s eyes appeared to never leave Kevin’s face, but he took in the teen’s body profile all the same. Darren saw Kevin from the side only. He saw a nicely curved butt cheek, and a extremely long soft cock.

Darren closed the shower curtain back shut and mused. He had never fucked a punk with a cock bigger then his own, this would be worth the effort, Darren thought. Darren removed the teen’s pants and uniform from the shower rod and placed them into the sink, filled with water. Darren left them to soak, and waited for Kevin to finish with his shower.

Darren smiled as he patiently waited, thinking of the smooth flesh all soapy and wet. He imagined Kevin’s shock when the teen found himself with no pants or boxers. “Yeah,” thought Darren, “What fun this would be!”

A few minutes later, Kevin turned off the shower, and reached for his towel. He stayed in the shower as he dried off. He looked for his clothes, they were gone!

Kevin peaked out of the shower curtain, “Uh, Freeman, you see my clothes?”

Freeman smiled, “Yeah, I put em in the sink for you dude, so you could wash em. I knew you wouldn’t want to put them things back on after working out in em.”

Kevin said, “But, I don’t have anything else to wear!”

Darren said, “Well, I got an extra pair of boxers I can loan you, shit, you can wear them, go naked, whatever, it’s just us!”

Kevin wasn’t about to go naked, the towel wasn’t even big enough to go around his small waist. Kevin said, “I’ll borrow the boxers, thanks, man!”

Darren said, “There on my bed,” as he pulled open the shower curtain. “Come on out of there! I feel funky!”

Kevin held the towel over his privates as he stepped out of the shower. Darren stood at the shower, naked. Kevin had to brush by Darren. He held the towel in front of him. Darren turned to get a good long look at the teen’s ass.

Darren smiled as he saw Kevin’s butt, slim, but too big for the rest of his build. It was smooth, not even peach fuzz marred the pale white skin. The two halves were tightly pressed together, almost an invitation to separate their perfection.

Darren continued to watch as Kevin snatched the boxers off the top bunk. As the teen bent down to put them on, Kevin’s long uncut dick and low hanging bull nuts came into Darren’s view.

Kevin quickly pulled up the boxers, they were several sizes too large. They hung loosely around his slim hips. As Kevin reached for his jail house shirt, Darren said, “Yeah, you’ll wanna wash that, too. We gotta stay clean in here! I keep a real clean cell.”

Kevin’s face flushed, thinking about being naked except for some borrowed boxers. He didn’t say anything, but walked towards the sink with the shirt in his hand, as if his attentions had been to wash it out.

Darren still stood at the shower. “Use that bar soap to wash with, dude. You can hang them up on the bars, they’ll be dry by tomorrow!”

Darren climbed in the shower, and shut the curtain. He soaped up thinking about the teen. His mind wandered over the many ways of turning his new treasure out. Darren knew this was a special case, he wondered if the kid may end up liking it.

Kevin felt uncomfortable as he washed his clothes out in the small sink. The boxers were baggy, and kept slipping. Kevin wrung out the clothes and was placing them on the bars to dry. Darren stepped out of the shower at this point and looked towards the teen.

As Kevin reached to hang his shirt, the boxers slipped a few inches. Darren was treated with a glimpse of a few inches of butt cheeks. Darren stood, watching Kevin as he toweled his body clean. He took his time, giving Kevin plenty of chances to see his naked body.

Darren was a bit disappointed that the teen avoided looking at him, almost as giving him privacy in the small cell. Darren sighed and pulled on boxers.

“Hey, dude, let’s play some cards while we wait on chow.” Darren said.

Kevin said, “Uh, I don’t know any games.”

Darren laughed, “Oh, yeah, your more into Nintendo and all that. I’ll teach you, bud.”

In a while, a trustee brought what was to be their supper. It passed as a hamburger meat and noodles. There were green beans and some stale bread. Both men ate in silence.

They continued the card game after chow. From somewhere in the jail, a man’s voice screamed, “Help, guards! Help me!”

Kevin looked towards the sound, “Is someone getting hurt?” he asked.

Darren said, “Well, kind of. That dude screaming is getting raped. It sounds like he’s upstairs in on of the big tanks.” Darren played a card.

Kevin stared at Darren, “You mean the other guys are trying to make him have sex?”

“Dude, this is jail. This shit happens, and happens all the time.” Darren laid down his cards, watching Kevin’s expression.

Kevin asked, “Want the guards help him?”

Darren laughed, “The guards don’t care. They ignore things like that. You know this happens all the time in places like this, right?”

“I guess I thought it was more lies then truth. But when the guard was bringing me down the hall, some dudes were hollering things.” Kevin answered.

Darren grinned, “I bet! They are all probably jacking off thinking about you right now! But I’m the one that was lucky enough to get you, huh?”

Kevin gulped, the thought of men masturbating to images of him was disturbing, but what Freeman had just said about being lucky, that was down right scary! Kevin quickly changed the subject, “Uh, whose turn is it?” he said, trying to get back to the card game.

Darren stood up, and stepped out of his boxers. “I think it’s my turn, Kevin.” Darren grabbed one of Kevin’s hands, pulling it towards his semi hard cock.

Kevin said, “Please don’t.”

Darren rubbed the teen’s hand against his cock. “Relax, just relax. We’re buddies, man, buddies. It’s okay, no one will know, touch me, feel my cock.”
Kevin’s fear showed as he touched Darren’s cock. Darren reached out and begin to massage the teen’s shoulders. “Yeah, buddy, play with my cock for me, that’s it.”

The two stayed like this for a while. Darren massaged Kevin’s shoulders, trying to get him to relax. Kevin manipulated the strange cock, hoping this would soon be over.

Darren felt the teen’s fear, he knew the teen also felt disgust and shame. Darren didn’t in particular want to be cruel to Kevin, he wanted the kid to understand. Darren reached under Kevin’s arm pits and pulled him up. Darren had to look up to the thin, tall teen’s face now.

“It doesn’t have to be bad, buddy. It can be okay. This is just between you and me. No one else has to know. You’re one in a million behind bars, buddy. You are like the hottest thing in here. You got it all, handsome, good looking, young, it’s just us buddy. Step out of your boxers.” Darren’s voice was low, friendly, but in control.

Kevin’s hands shook as he pushed the over sized boxers off. He stood there, nude, his face crimson, hanging down.

Darren worked the game, “Damn, buddy! Your old man a horse or something? You got the biggest prick I ever saw!”

The words were intended to give Kevin something to be proud about. Kevin looked at his own cock, comparing it to the grown mans. His was bigger, but he had always seen it as an embarrassment, not a prize.