Convictions 101 - 102 Transfers and Trade

Chapter 101 – Transfers & Trade
(This is a continuation of Justin James’s Story from Convictions Book 1 – Chapter 1)

Justin woke up as a guard rattled the door. “Pack it up Holden, you’re on the chain!” the guard boomed. “You’re being transferred.)
Justin and Adam were spooned together in the lower bunk. They had slept together in the same small bunk for the weeks of their relationship. Their feelings for one another had grown deep, it was much more then sexual. Justin’s face expressed his deep sadness, Adam was his lover, his friend, and his protector. 

Adam had the same sadness on his face. He had grown to love his little blonde fuck boy. While the sex was awesome, his emotional feelings were even stronger. Adam was choked up, he began packing. 
Justin watched, “I’m gonna miss you fucking bad man!” 

Adam heard the pain in Justin’s voice, he tried to be lighthearted. “You’re gonna miss this dude!” he clutched at his crotch. 
Justin grinned, “Yeah, I will miss that a lot!” The young blonde teen had no problems with his sexuality anymore. 
Adam grabbed a hold of the smaller boy and hugged him tightly. “I love you dude!” his said huskily. “I’m gonna miss every fucking thing about you!”
Justin stretched his mouth upwards, after kissing Adam, also in a husky voice, “Aw, you’re just gonna miss my ass dude!”

Adam packed, leaving Justin quite a bit of commissary and free world items. The two convicted lovers parted with a last kiss. Adam followed the guard and Justin lay down in the still warm bunk. The blonde teen hugged a blanket that still carried Adam’s scent and silently cried.

Justin skipped breakfast, and he also skipped lunch. Without Adam’s protection, he actually feared leaving the cell. He had spent all of his time at Reidsville with Adam, He had no other friends or associates. 

The same chain bus that had picked Adam up had left the new arrivals. Hunter Garza was one of those new convicts. Hunter was a 5 foot 10 inch work of art. His body was a tight, sinewy muscle on a slim frame. His eyes were his most noticeable feature, a smoky shade of blue, and they just seem to reach out a draw a person in. Both Caucasian and latin blood flowed thru his veins. He was young and good looking but possessed the skills of a street fighter. 

Hunter had a 4 year sentence, he had came to Reidsville as a straight man and he planned on leaving it the same way. Hunter Garza has just been classified to his new cell. He followed the guard unconcerned about life at Reidsville, walking in his sexy masculine gait.

Justin had pretty much cried himself out, he had remained in the cell but had cleaned himself up using the small sink. He sat on the lower bunk, still holding the blanket that had a bit of Adam’s scent.
Justin looked up startled as Hunter entered. The blonde 18 year old stared into the blue eyes of his new cellie. It took Justin a few seconds to react.

Hunter looked back briefly at the smaller and younger blonde teen. He knew he was being checked out. He was the type of stud that had an instinct for that type of thing. 
It was a hot day in the Georgia swamp land and Justin was just dressed in boxer shorts. He stood and introduced himself, “I’m Justin James.” 
Hunter kind of nodded, “Hunter Garza, man,” he said. “You top or bottom?” 

Justin’s face flushed until he realized that Hunter was referring to the bunks in the cell. “Uh, bottom,” he said blushing some more.
Hunter had intuition and he picked up on the blushing. He started making the top bunk up with the fresh bedding that he had been supplied with. “So what’s the routine around here?”
“Uh, they’ll be calling chow in an hour or so. I’m not going, gonna make a spread in here, you can have some sandwiches with me if you wanna.” Justin offered. “You can shower up front when ever the cell doors are opened.”

“Yeah, I need a shower, I got one when I got off the chain bus, but I feel nasty dude. Real nasty.” Hunter began removing his orange jumpsuit. 
Justin couldn’t help but stare as his new hot cellmate’s torso became visible. Justin felt his dick tingling as he watched Hunter strip down. As Hunter stepped out of his jumpsuit, the blonde saw a big dick print, an outline of something that looked large and heavy. 

Hunter didn’t need any form of intuition to inform him that he was being checked out. It was obvious. He frowned, “Dude, are you checking me out or something? Are you gay man?” he demanded.
Justin looked down, he decided not to be ashamed. “I’m gay now dude, didn’t used to be, but yeah, I’m a gay boy now, dude.” Justin explained. “I don’t mean to check you out and shit dude. I didn’t use to be like this.”

Hunter said, “Well, I’m straight man so keep that in mind. I guess you can look, but don’t try and touch dude, I don’t play that! So what you mean, you didn’t used to be gay?”
Justin continued with his honesty. “I’m small, blonde, and young. I don’t know how to fight. I couldn’t hold my own in here. So, my last cellie looked after me and I was his punk.”
Hunter’s blue eyes locked in on Justin. “Oh, he forced you dude? Like he made you do shit?”
Justin shook his head, “No, he didn’t make me. I offered. I sucked his dick and he fucked me. I liked it.”

Hunter was the one shaking his head now, “Dude! He was fucking you up your ass? Oh, man that shit has too hurt!” For some reason as Hunter thought about it, he too got a tingle in his dick! “Did he use grease and shit?”

“I would suck his dick and get it real wet, that’s the best way man.” Justin explained. “It did hurt the first time, but he got off, and I got off.”
“Wait a minute man! Wait a fucking minute! So this dude was fucking you and what cha mean you got off?” Hunter was overly curious, and his dick had slightly firmed as he discussed sex with his new cell mate.

“I got off,” Justin said, “I shot cum when he fucked me. I don’t know why or how, but I did. He fucked me and my dick got hard and I nutted.”
Hunter thought for a few seconds. For some reason his dick had gotten about half hard. “Dude, I’m gonna go hit the shower.”
Justin asked, “Do you mind if I come with you? I haven’t left this cell all day. I’ve been scared to leave. But your tall and look tough so if it’s okay, man? I mean if I am with you, maybe they want try and fuck with me ya know?”

Hunter still stood in just his boxers. He stuck out his muscular chest a bit further then normal. ‘Yeah, man, I’ll watch your ass.” Hunter blushed this time, he hadn’t literally meant what he said, it was just an expression. But the hot stud had gotten very curious. 

The two cellmates walked to the showers just wearing their boxers. There was a bit of self consciousness of both their parts as they completed stripping in the cell block shower area. 
Hunter’s cock was still a bit erect, just slightly, and not at all near its full length. Justin’s eyes flickered across it, storing the memory. The blonde boy saw it and wondered how large it grew!
Justin had forgotten his sadness, he had moved his thoughts about Adam into the back of his mind. He was very interested in his newest cellmate. He turned his back towards Hunter as he pulled down his boxer shorts. He wanted Hunter to see his butt! He wanted Hunter to see his smooth firm plump ass! He wanted this hot stud to see what he felt was his best attribute!

Chapter 102 – Bottoming Out

It wasn’t that the feelings that Justin had for Adam weren’t true. Adam had been transferred to a different prison. Adam was gone. And hot Hunter Garza was here!
Justin was a 17 year old teenager that had just recently discovered homosexuality. Justin needed a man to protect him, he needed the friendship, but most of all he wanted the sex. He lived and thrived on the sex that he had with handsome Adam. Now he was sharing the same cell with another young man, even hotter looking then his previous lover. 

Justin did what young men like Justin can do. He knew his ass was hot, he knew it was desirable. Adam had loved it, Adam had loved being inside it! The blonde teenager had worked out a bit, his ass was fine and firm, it was big. He stood in the shower beside Hunter, he stole glances at Hunter’s body as he tried to make sure his butt was visible to the new ‘straight’ stud. 

Justin took in stolen glances of a smooth tight body. He saw a thin black treasure trail running down from the hot stud’s navel, pointing down to a rather large piece of dangling man cock. He glanced as he could, trying not to be caught but more then curious about his new cellmate’s body and manhood. 

And Hunter was as equally curious. He too stole glances at Justin. He looked at Justin’s naked wet ass, it was definitely the muscular buns of a dude, but smooth and kind of nice for a guy. The cakes were round, firm, and high, they were so big that the crack never parted as the kid showered. Something made him curious about the dude’s dick, he also glanced at it. It was soft but looked small on the short well built teen. 

The thought that Hunter couldn’t push away was the fact that Justin had been fucked! He had been fucked and liked it! Hunter had been locked up a few months and got horny very easily. 
Hunter had to change his thoughts, the warm water striking his cock was bad enough but thinking about the dude getting fucked in his ass made things worse. The fine blue eyed stud had a bit of trouble keeping his dick soft. 

Both of the young men continued to check each other out during the remainder of the shower. They did it on the cool. Hunter was aware that Justin was looking, but Justin’s instincts weren’t as sharp, he didn’t know the taller teen had gotten a few glances in. 

As they were drying off, side by side, a convict approached Hunter. The man was about 6 feet of hairy beefy convict flesh. “Is the punk riding with you?” he questioned Hunter.
Almost with cat like grace, the muscles on Hunter’s body tensed, he stood straight and faced the older and slightly taller man. “Yeah man,” he growled, “Yeah, the punk’s riding with me.”
The man nodded and walked into the shower. The teens finished drying. No comments were made about the incident until they returned to the cell.
“Thanks dude,” Justin said. “Thanks!”

Hunter’s face flushed, he felt a very alpha male pride at the way he handled the confrontation. “I didn’t mean to call you a punk dude, it was just the best thing to do.”
Justin said, “But I am a punk.”
The boys dressed only in boxers. Hunter watched as Justin began making a spread for them to eat. The boxer short only seemed to emphasize the fullness of Justin’s ass. Hunter could not keep the same thought from occurring, he kept thinking that the short blonde had been fucked.

He studied Justin, the dude didn’t act at all feminine. Hunter didn’t see any trait that he thought a gay dude would have. He saw a 5’ 5” almost built nice looking dude. 
They ate in silence until Hunter said, “Pretty decent dude, lot better then jail!”
Justin grinned, “Yeah, anything’s better then jail food.”
“Dude,” Hunter said, “I ain’t prying into your business, but I gotta ask some shit if you don’t mind.”
“Cool,” Justin responded.
“So this dude that caught the chain, was he like gay?” Hunter’s blue eyes watched Justin carefully, he was seeing if he was treading too far.
Justin shrugged, “I guess anytime you have sex with another dude, its gay. But in here, you know, locked up and all, no one thinks that way. There are men, there’s punks, and there’s free world sissies. If the dude is the one doing the fucking, in here it’s like he’s still straight.”

Hunter nodded, “Yeah, a couple dudes in jail were getting their dicks sucked, it was kinda like that there too. But dude, getting fucked in your ass has too hurt like a bitch!”
Justin laughed, “Oh man, it did! Well, it did for a while the first time! My lover… my old cellie, he has a real big dick, and when he first tried to screw me, I thought he was shoving a fence post up my ass. But after a few minutes, something just happened and it felt good. I sucked his dick a lot but I loved for him to fuck me. When he fucked me it was like I was being jacked off from inside my ass, and I got off.”

“Dude!” Hunter had a slight blush. “That sounds sick but we gotta change the subject cause talking about sex is making me horny.”
“I know you’re straight man, but after what you did for me in the shower, standing up for me like that, anytime you need relief, ya know? I can jack you off, or give you head, or something. You can close your eyes and try to pretend I’m a girl or something.” Justin looked right into his handsome new cellmate’s blue eyes. 

Hunter’s face turned beet red, the young stud jumped up into his top bunk. He was silent. Justin figured he had gone too far with the offer of sexual favors. He hoped they would still be friends. He lay back on the bottom bunk thinking of Adam, wondering how he was doing. 

Justin was half asleep when the sound of Hunter jumping down brought him wide awake. 
Hunter stood with both hands over the fly of his boxers. His face was red, his blue eyes sparkling, “Uh, is that offer still open? I mean maybe about jacking me off?”
Justin sat up, he looked at Hunter. “Dude you are so hot, I’ll do anything you want.”

Hunter’s blush grew deeper, he sat down beside Justin. He didn’t know what the right move was but he was horned up bad! He sat with his lightly haired strong legs spread wide. His boxer short couldn’t hide the mass of hard teenaged cock inside them. 

Justin touched the front of the stud’s shorts, he slipped a finger inside the fly and sighed as he felt the velvety soft skin that covered the erected tube. He knelt between Hunter’s spread legs and tugged at the waistband of the shorts.